Apology Accepted by piratequeen0405

Apology Accepted

Kagome had just finished putting groceries away, when she heard the familiar sound of her husband coming up from the basement, where he had surely been playing with his new billiards table. She grinned to herself as she set the take-out from his favorite Thai restaurant on the table. It was payback time, and she was going to milk it for all she could.

A tall, white-haired god made demon flesh entered the kitchen. After several years together, his incredibly striking face and muscular build still took her breath away. Standing on tip-toe, she kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled. "Darling. Playing with your new toy?"

Sesshoumaru looked at his wife of one year and two days with relief. Apparently she had come to her senses and ceased the ridiculous silent treatment. He noticed the various containers arrayed on the bistro table in the corner and the instantly recognizable smell. "Thai Siam. I guess that means you're no longer angry with me."

"Now why would I be angry? You promised me anything I wanted," Kagome responded with a smirk. "And I came up with the perfect idea," she added deviously.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not sure he liked what he was hearing. He should have known his stubborn, beautiful wife would not let his lapse in memory go so easily. "Do share your brilliance with me, Kagome," he said evenly.

"I'll tell while we eat." They sat and dished up plates with steaming jasmine rice, beef Pad prik, chicken Pad kaphrao, and spicy green curry. Sesshoumaru sensed Kagome could barely keep the lid on her secret. She finally took a deep breath, suppressing a simile. "I want us to take a dance class together. I stopped at the Willow Street Arts Complex and picked up a schedule of the different dance classes they offer."

A dance class? Indigestion quickly set upon him. "Kagome, think of something else," he shook his head wearily. "I have no interest in parading around a room with a group over-eager, middle-aged women and their balding, reluctant husbands."

"You said I could have anything. 'Just name it,' were the precise words, I believe. This is what I've chosen."

"No," he said simply, injecting considerable finality into his voice.

Kagome refused to be thwarted. "It'll be fun. And we would be doing something together. We're both so busy; I barely see you lately." He remained silent, merely drumming his claws on the table top. She laid her hand over his and fixed her eyes on his. "Sesshoumaru, you are not allowed to say no. You. Forgot. Our first wedding anniversary."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Kagome, I've apologized and suffered your cold shoulder for two days. When I said you could have anything, I had a piece of jewelry or a vacation in mind. Not an inane request for dancing lessons."

Kagome ignored what Sesshoumaru thought was a reasonable rebuff. "For weeks I wracked my brain, wondering what to get the demon lord with everything. There must be something that my loving husband has not purchased for himself. Then it came to me. Our first real date. Remember? We went to dinner, then to a pool hall. I said to myself, 'He may be Inuyasha's stuck-on-himself older brother, but I suspect there's much more under that frozen exterior than he's letting on, and besides he's damn fine in the looks department.' You kept sneaking glances down my shirt and at my ass when I was bent over, taking a shot; I knew you wanted me. What a perfect gift to celebrate one year of official married life! And what did I receive?" she asked sweetly. "Flowers? A card? No...I got a very confused-looking Taiyoukai. Not exactly what I wanted," she ended in icy tones.

"I accept culpability, but Kagome I will not be made to feel guilty, and I refuse to--"

"You don't have a choice," she interrupted, a tad shrilly. "I can out-stubborn you any day of the week. Now stop arguing." She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and read. "Salsa...too bad, it's on my book club night. Tango...no, that's when you meet with your shareholders. Flamenco...no that's out too. Hip hop--"

"No!" he protested.

Kagome's mind was briefly invaded by the mental picture. She shuddered. "You're right, no hip hop. Let's see...swing dancing would fun. Oh crap, it starts at five; we're never home that early. Hmm...Mother Daughter Belly Dancing." She looked up at him. "I don't think anyone would buy that I'm your mom." Sesshoumaru scowled, unamused. "Well the only thing left is polka. Thursday nights from seven to eight-thirty."

"Polka? Please tell me this is an elaborate trick to get a new car or something." There must be something in his schedule he could shift around to ensure every evening in the week was tied up.

"Oh come on. Stop being such a baby. When I was a kid, I had a pen pal from Chicago, and she made it sound fun. She said it was like... waltz on steroids."

"That hardly qualifies as a recommendation," he retorted.

Kagome decided to let him off the hook. She went to him and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her mouth against his. "I'll give you one more chance," she said playfully.

"Anything, I'll take it," he whispered as he settled his hand on her curve of her hip and left a trail of blazing kisses down her neck.

"Show me what other uses there are for that billiards table downstairs."

"Are you telling me," he nipped at her earlobe, "that I can get out of," and sucked at a pulse point, "dance class," teasing her tender flesh with his fangs, "in exchange for pool-table sex?"

She moaned hotly. "Yes, but if you ever forget an anniversary...oh god don't stop...again, I'll make you take...ohhh...square dancing and...mmm...ballet...and...knitting...basket weaving..."