Future

Future

They'd all cracked into the fortune cookie Kagome had in her bag. She'd thrown a fistful into her bag a couple of days ago and passed them out to the growing group.

Her eyes watched everyone, waiting for their questions.

"Hmm," she heard Shippo thinking, "Forgive those that speak before thinking." He turned to a munching Inuyasha, "Sorry you're dumb."

"EH," Inuyasha seethed, "Come here ya runt!"

Kagome sighed, "Your family will grow by leaps and bounds."

Sango blushed madly as Miroku's eyebrows wiggled, "Sango, my love-"

She smacked him and walked away, red as a tomato.

She read her own to herself, 'A future full of love awaits you.' She scoffed a bit, "Right..." She looked at her side, he'd yet to say anything, "What does your's say?"

He turned the small slip of paper away, "Hn, you will know regarding in time." She pouted as he slipped the scrap into his haori and folded his arms, watching the kit run from his idiot of a brother.

She smiled to herself, "I guess I'll have to wait for what the future holds."

Who knows indeed.

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Secrets

It'd be the same routine for at least a week now. She'd do her routine. Bathe, moisturize, and spritz a light mist. Of course, Inuyasha was not fond of it. He'd fuss at her that she didn't need the extra 'stink.'

But she saw his eyes. How, after her routine, his eyes would linger.

Ever curious, she'd attempt to narrow down his fascination. She knew she couldn't just waltz up to the stoic man and straight out ask.

No, she knew she'd have to be smart about this.

She changed up her routine. New soap? Nope. Shampoo, maybe? Nah. Maybe a new lotion? Maybe unscented options? New body spray? Nothing.

The only constant that drew his attention was the oil she used. She didn't use much, but it had become her favorite.

But it was only when on her. She'd put some on Sango's hand, but again he didn't seem to notice.

However, she began to indulge in the attention.

He'd stand nearer or even at times engage in conversation with her.

It was nice to have a man's attention. His eyes on her made her feel all kinds of nice.

She blushed at the thought. Jeez, she sounded so creepy right now. He'd stepped away, but Rin and Jaken were still in camp. So he couldn't have been far.

She'd excused herself, telling Sango she needed to refresh herself.

It was warm, and she was a little sweaty. So, some distance, she finally set down her bag and reapplied deodorant. However, in her sanitary bag, she saw the oil.

"Just a little bit," she murmured, "With all this heat, I don't want to stink.

Putting some in her palm, she balanced the small bottle, finally sealing it. She sighed as she rubbed the oil across her collar bone and neck. The oil made it easy to work on the sore muscles of her shoulders.

Startled, she jumped back into a strong torso, seeing a clawed hand round her. "Do not shout," his deep rumble had her freeze. The hand that had startled her, softly layed at the top of jeans on her hip. The other slowly creeping down her arm, to take hold of her hand.

This set her insides into a weird twist. Her eyes peeked behind her, seeing his bare chest. Her face snapped away, embarrassed. He must have left the group for a moment to try and cool down.

The warmth of his breath caressed up her neck, "You continue to hide-"

She sighed, "I'm just trying to freshen up Sesshomaru-"

A growl cut her sentence short as he snatched her against him, "Woman, I know your secrets."

He'd startled a stillness over her. "Secrets," she asked, almost afraid but also extremely riled from the coarseness of his tone. His nose and lips continued to breathe her in, not at all bothered by making contact. Her thighs squeezed together, feeling all her hormones flood her, "I'm not hiding anything -"

His lips opened as he spoke against her throat, "Liar."

His lean muscles wound around her tightly, "Sesshomaru."

"You've been tempting this one for days," he growled against her skin. "You purposefully lure me to you."

She took in a sharp breath, he'd known?! He knew she had been putting on the oil he favored? Her face reddened further. He knew she'd become fond of him. He knew she had feelings for him.

His fingers left her hip, crawling up her breast to gently caress her neck. With deadly claws ever so softly scraping against her heated skin, he breathed out against her ear, "I know your secrets, Kagome."

Okay, yes. I'm late... again. But in my defense, my body hates me.

Nightmare

It was late. The sound of the burning embers filled the darkness gently and the quiet sounds of soft breathing.

Kagome had woken up with that all too familiar, foreboding feeling. Accompanied by that weird kind of feeling that made you feel like you'd fallen out the sky.

That's when she noticed it, something was off. Sesshomaru had fallen asleep, but that wasn't the off part she'd felt. No. It was the quick movement of his eyes fluttering under magenta lids. His quickened breathing.

Something was wrong.

When his eyes snapped open, she slowly crept towards him, "Miko."

At his side, her worry was heavy on her sleeve, "Are you okay?"

He took a moment to rub his forehead, "This one does not need your pity -"

Her fingers gently touched his arm, "You know I'm not."

He sighed, his palm still hiding his face, finally speaking after a heavy silence. "This one's sire haunts me." She nodded gently, waiting for more, "I often dream of if this one had not been so naive as I had -"

"It's okay," she knew he was having a difficult time conveying his emotions. "I sometimes have dreams like that, too." Her arm wrapped around him softly, her messy bed head butting his gently, "Maybe if I had convinced my dad not to go out that day. Maybe, maybe he'd be here today, too."

His amber colored eyes watched her a moment, finally quietly speaking, "My sire." Her azure eyes met his briefly, "my sire would have been fond of you."

When her head nodded against his, he finally felt himself ever so softly nuzzle against her crown. A mess of dark curled hair, tickling his cheek. This silence spoke, and they both relished in its depth that softly carried them back to sleep.

Fond as I, too, have become, he thought finally to himself. Softly falling back to sleep within the arms of this tiny dream catcher. Not again plagued by the nightmares of maybes.

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Peridot

For @gilded-sapphire August FCN. Prompts: Peridot, courtship, enchant and request!

Also Sesshomaru is the frog 😅