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This is just a bit of loose fluff drifting in the wind…

Baby Masu was just learning how to walk, and Miroku watched as Sango balanced the small child's feet on the tops of her own, and took small, shuffling steps as she held his hands. He was a curious baby, always getting into things, and they had begun to store messy or fragile things at higher altitudes than normal. (i.e. higher that three feet from the floor.) The little one babbled at them as he tried to walk with his mother, making Miroku smile.

Their son was almost a year old now, and every day he was either the light of their lives, or a complete pain in the rear. It was usually the aforementioned, as he was a happy baby, quick to smile, and slow to cry. He had his father's raven hair, and his mother's deep brown eyes. When he got fussy and tried to free himself from his mother's gentle hands, Miroku scooped him up again, holding him in the air and watching his little face light up.

"Hey little man! Are you learning to walk? I bet you are!" He said in an excited tone, making the almost-toddler flail his miniature fists in glee. He babbled at the child for a bit, before holding him in the crook of his arms, and gently rocking him. It was late for Masu, and to be honest, both of his parents were a bit worried about his sleeping patterns.

When Masu was asleep in his crib, the adults snuggled together on the couch, enjoying the few moments of quiet. Things had been hectic lately, and they had less and less time together, so they were grateful for the quiet.

"Mmm… He's gotten so big; it's hard to believe he's still got so much more to grow." Sango commented as Miroku looped his arms around her waist.

He quietly nuzzled her neck, thinking about their little one sleeping in the next room. He was the most precious, adorable baby he had ever seen, but, truth be told he was a little biased. Sango's hand found his and held it, and he smiled. She was worried about Masu, but that wasn't unusual. She worried all the time, and he did his best to soothe her, and it usually worked.

She stood and stretched, getting ready for bed. He followed, and as soon as she lay down, he tackled her, his lips finding hers, his hands all over her beautiful body.

"Mm, Sango it's been too long…" he murmured as she matched his enthusiasm, kissing him back with almost surprising ferocity.

"Don't think you're getting away with it either…" She said, working on his buttons.

It was usually like this. They could be normal outwardly, but alone together they were consumed with a powerful need for one another. He could barely last a day without her, and she hated being without his touch. The only felt whole with Masu, or with each other. Only with their bodies flush with one another, hot skin on skin, tight grips, afraid to let go…

Miroku lay next to his wife, exhausted and content. She snuggled next to him, already cold. He looped his arms around her, enjoying the scent of sweat, musk, and hair all riled up by sex. She was his, and he was hers. That was how it had to be.

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