Iridescence by royalbk

Chapter 7

Late again...curses. I have too many things going on in my life and way too many ideas flying aimelessly in my head. Knocking into one another. Forming small muse ideas that don't leave me alone afterwards and nag me until I write something. *sigh* Fine! Here's two more drabbles.

Rating: Safe and clean...if you don't let the quirks get to you.

Pairings Represented: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru,

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Disblaimer: No one is mine!

Warnings: From the 'I'm nuts so run for the hills' cycle.

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They Were - Theme #91, Play

"Tattoos?"

"No."

She snapped her fingers as if caught in a revelation.

"Tribal designs used to invoke rain in old days? Because I could totally try to imagine you growling at the skies or something like that..."

"No." He tapped his elegant fingers on the table, sipping his favorite strawberry milkshake with a hint of smile curving his generous mouth. Kagome planted her elbows on the table without reserve and grinned.

"Strawberry-flavored make-up?"

If he had been any other person...

"No." His smile took on a strange quality and Kagome stifled the urge to back down from the almost sensual invitation. "Would you like to have a better look...or perhaps a proper taste? It can always be arranged."

Kagome choked on her chocolate milkshake and promptly invented a new shade of red.

"What did I tell you about saying those type of things to me? What if I have a sudden heart attack?" He knew that she wasn't used to this modern, over the ages, belonging to her era side of him and he used it to tease her mercilessly!

Sesshoumaru arc'd an eyebrow and sipped again.

"Would it not be easier for you to just realize that my stripes are natural markings?"

Kagome narrowed her eyes. "That would just be taking the easy way out of it and, if anything, that term does not apply to you."

"Hn."

"Don't hn me! I still have a few good guesses."

"Hn."

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Why? - Theme #65, Intently

"Why?"

He wanted to kill something. Ironically, this was the only time that nothing and no one he wanted to kill was around them.

"Eventually, you will tell me you know." She poked him in the chest and he thought that his high tolerance stemmed from her wide, bluer than blue eyes.

"Sesshoumaru..."

He flexed his claws and cursed himself and his inability to make her shut up. Peacefully. There were a thousand methods and a thousand means - forcefully - and he'd written the book.

"Why what, miko?"

"Ka-go-me!"

"Kagome." If she gave him his peace to finish this newspaper article, Sesshoumaru was willing to give her anything. Even the honor of her name.

She pouted, then smiled, then narrowed her eyes. All without stopping the steady thrum of fingers on the table.

He'd heard about it from the half – witted – breed, about women who could multitask with the sole purpose of setting the man's emotions on edge, but hadn't quite brought himself to believe it...until now.

"Why can't you just admit that you were wrong?"

"This Sesshoumaru is never wrong, woman."

"Oh, yes you were! You were almost feral." She challenged back bravely, daring him to lie to her face.

Curse her; he'd never lied in his entire life.

"It was mine. You brought it upon yourself."

She looked positively outraged.

"It was only chocolate! My chocolate..."

"...from my money."

"And that gave you the right to kiss me to get it back?"

"It was unavoidable. I had to save the chocolate."

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I'm insane. How I love it! Don't you think it suits me just fine?