I Fell for Myself by Stella Mira

Freaking Hormones

Inuyasha had been slammed to the earth enough times to cause him a serious concussion by the time he managed to holler a sentence. "Enough of this fucking bullshit! You just jerked each other off! No big fucking deal! Just get over it or screw each other, but don't bring the pack in your damn problems!"

A dip of umbrage marred Sesshōmaru's chin. "Have you suffered a head injury along with your inherent idiocy, hanyō?"

Miroku seized the chance of the slight pause to urge the rest of the pack away from the imminent catastrophe a few feet away. "I believe we need to replenish our water supply. Let us search for a river, my dear Sango."

The taijiya clutched Kirara in her arms, Shippō climbed on Miroku's shoulder, and the monk led them away decisively.

Inuyasha didn't heed their sensible example, worsened the situation with his careless words. "I'm dead serious, asshole. You have both been acting like bitches in heat. The funny part is that you are in heat and she is the bitch now."

"Sit." Steel-voiced, Sesshōmaru halted the hanyō's interference – and Kagome ended it once and for all as she stomped him to the ground. Inuyasha lost consciousness, fortuitously for him. Without as much as a blink, Kagome began their altercation anew.

"My point is that what happened was an unfortunate accident that could have been avoided if you had been a bit more forthcoming."

Sesshōmaru's countenance was no different. "The same can be said for yourself, miko. I will not take blame for what I could not control. I do not think you as innocent as you would like others to believe either. You were fully aware of the complications of our predicament."

"Fine. I'll agree that I share part of the blame." Kagome would accede to this truth, if only that – but she wouldn't be cowered into assuming full responsibility. Even if she was the man in this case. "But tell me, Sesshōmaru, why didn't you warn me about the effects if you knew? Did you wish to know how I would handle it? Did you want to see what you looked like aroused? Do you enjoy watching yourself climax? Or, maybe, you just wanted to know what a female orgasm feels like?"

A growl, feminine, quite endearing rather than threatening – or so Kagome thought.

"You have no idea what you speak of, woman. Hold your tongue lest I remove it."

She chuckled, towered above him, daunting height and a slice of smirk. "I would like to see you try."

A tug on her hair, violent, unforeseen, and her lips were smashed against his. Her lips parted, a protest smeared on her tongue – but then his tongue snaked inside, stroked and delved, circled around her own. Blunt teeth dragged across the sleek muscle, grazed the rough skin lightly – then he released her in much the same abrupt manner.

"I could have easily torn off your clever tongue had I wished at this moment."

"Perhaps that idiot was right…" Kagome wasn't aware of the words until they left her mouth, but it was too late to retract them. "Freaking hormones."

She cursed, an angry snarl, removed herself from the lure of his lips lest she does something they would both regret.

"Hormones…" Sesshōmaru repeated the strange word, asked for clarification with his tone.

"The reason we are acting like a pair of teenagers after prom night." Kagome snorted, but didn't bother to explain her ambiguous answer.