Tumblr prompt: "it's because I'm so attractive isn't it?" "I say this, and I cannot stress this enough. I find you completely repulsive."
No smut here, just rated M because of certain scenes.
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Sesshoumaru arched a brow, torn between amusement, befuddlement, indignation, flattery and satisfaction.
It was a confusing mix.
Kagome stared up at him, cheeks stained crimson and hands planted on her hips. It was not the appropriate expression for one asking another for a favour.
Thin lips parted, before his mouth clicked shut. He blinked once, tipping his head to the side.
"You wish to…"
"Draw you," she confirmed stiffly.
"Naked."
"It's called 'Life Drawing' and I need it for my college class. You'd...really be helping me out, okay?"
Sesshoumaru hummed, gaze sweeping over her critically. He'd never seen one of her pictures, and wondered if her skills could do him justice. "And you chose this one to be your subject?" he arched a brow, confidence radiating off him in waves. "It is because I am so attractive, is it not?"
Kagome made a noise, bursting into a laugh and waving this off. "I say this, and I cannot stress this enough; I find you completely repulsive."
The teasing dance of her eyes told him she was joking. He huffed, finding the mere idea ludicious. None could find him repulsive.
"Look the reason I'm asking you is because it would be awkward with anyone else. I'm not dating anyone- and Inuyasha is out on account of him being my ex. Miroku is married. You're the only available person who is kinda, sorta my friend. My last resort is asking a random villager if they'll strip for me," she sighed. "I've sat in on classes, I've tried using books for reference poses- but nothing works! My teacher always says they come off as stiff looking and the uh...the…"
Sesshoumaru watched her steadily turn redder, unblinking.
Kagome glanced around the empty hillside with paranoia, whispering the next part; "the penis…" she blushed, seeming to die inside, "always looks...uh...inaccurate, apparently."
Mirth coloured his blank, guarded expression. He glanced at her waiting bag beside the tree. "Show me."
"What?! No! No one will ever see those sketches! Ever! I'm gonna burn them!"
The Daiyoukai glanced away, arranging his features into something haughty and disinterested. "Then you will not sketch my body."
Kagome gaped, groaning and burying her crimson face in her hands. "Urgh!"
To be fair to her skills; the men in her sketches held fairly accurate physiques. Nice bone structure; and a softness about their faces and dark shading that portrayed a moody tone, longing for something he couldn't name. She'd even captured hands and feet remarkably well, something he knew most artists struggled with.
But then, inevitably, golden eyes strayed downward from their torsos.
"A-are they bad?" Kagome peered over his shoulder as Sesshoumaru sat, perusing her sketchbook.
He closed the book with a sharp noise of finality. "This is grave indeed."
"I knew it," she whined, wallowing in sadness.
Sesshoumaru's nose twitched as he stood, passing the sketchbook back to her. "...You may capture my likeness."
Her breath hitched, and relief immediately swamped her features. "I- thank you," Kagome breathed, easing closer to him. "Thank you so much!"
"Hn," inwardly preening and thinking that all beings should thank him for the generous sight of his naked form, Sesshoumaru set the date for their 'meeting,' inviting her to the Western Stronghold in two days' time.
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They greeted each other easily enough on the actual day, Kagome being let into his private chambers with many a raised brow from his servants.
Sesshoumaru slid the door shut to conceal their 'activity' away from prying eyes, though he had no shame in his bare form. Merely, he sensed the miko's nervousness and did not wish her concentration to be broken.
After stripping easily enough, shedding the finery of his clothes, Sesshoumaru stopped before her seated position at a respectable distance.
"Where do you want me?"
Kagome made a strangled noise, having looked up from her sketchbook. Blue eyes immediately locked onto the area between his thighs.
"Uh-! I um-" she stammered, attention flitting around the room like she were following a game of ping pong. "Standing is fine!" Kagome squeaked, turning scarlet as she motioned with her hand, "m-maybe just b-backup a little."
Nodding primly, Sesshoumaru concealed his smirk, stepping away and waiting as her embarrassment slowly abated. Her bright gaze running over lithe, pale muscles couldn't quite hide her curiosity; her hunger. Kagome pursed full lips and sketched a standing pose, before instructing him to instead sit down upon his bed of furs and busy himself with something. Sesshoumaru decided to read.
Keen, pointed ears caught every glide and sharp drag of lead on paper- every indrawn breath and hiss through clenched teeth.
After a little while, she sighed.
"You keep avoiding it," Sesshoumaru hazarded a guess.
"I totally do," Kagome groaned, staring miserably at the sketches, "right now you're sexless. There's a blank space where genitals are supposed to go."
Golden eyes flitted up to her. "You are too tense. Come here."
"W-what?"
"The bed is comfortable," he clarified, tone becoming flat and business-like as he minded some silver hair back over one broad shoulder. "I refuse to be drawn inaccurately."
Nodding, she swallowed and gathered her things, awkwardly padding over. A plume of repressed desire followed her like a cloud of smog. Clearly she was trying to remain professional and judging by the guilt mingling with it; felt ashamed by any natural reaction to his person.
Naked bodies were not inherently sexual things. They were just...bodies. But he felt no annoyance with Kagome for her attraction. Quite the contrary. She'd been acting like this for months with a cycle of repression. This 'study' had been a golden opportunity.
Kagome sat before him and took a long breath, forcing herself to look at his lap.
His cock twitched.
Making a thin noise, she blushed and directed her gaze firmly to the paper, scribbling away furiously.
Sesshoumaru's fangs caressed his bottom lip in a sensual brush, sighing. A spike of his own arousal had more obvious effects on his person. He couldn't conceal it like her- and Kagome's intense attention only had him hardening quicker.
"Ah-" Kagome gaped, losing her voice. She cleared her throat, staring. Unbidden, she wet her lips, blue eyes flitting up to meet dark, golden hues steadily dyeing passionate red. "We- we can stop...until it goes back to normal?" she suggested thinly.
"Did you not require extensive research on this particular part of me, miko?" he purred silkily. "Perhaps sketching it in various states would be to your advantage."
"I-I guess that's true," Kagome swallowed, shyly glancing at it and then meeting his gaze again. "Maybe…"
"Maybe?"
"I could…"
Sesshoumaru leaned closer, the cool air feeling too keen on his heated skin. Her breathy voice made goosebumps rise over pale flesh. "Yes?" he asked in a hushed tone.
Kagome looked at him again, silently seeking consent. Barely imagining it was possible he could reciprocate. But she did not know; had not come to learn the patience that wild, predatory beasts possessed. He'd bided his time so long his waiting looked like indifference on the outside.
Taking a short, quick drawn breath, Kagome bridged the distance between them. She learned the full scope of Sesshoumaru's anatomy intimately well that night- and continued her studies for many nights after.
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The feedback Kagome gained back from her life drawing class was - 'good use of shading and muscle definition, an impressive level of detail. Improvement on discussed anatomy - but a tad too unrealistic in size.'