No, She Is Mine

No, she is mine

They lay together in the after bliss, neither really wishing to pull away from another. And after some time she began to sneak heated glances at the demon that lay bare at her side.

"Kagome," his deep timbre carried into the darkness. She blushed madly as if she'd been caught, hand in the cookie jar. "Speak what you yearn for from this one," he spoke, his deep voice sounding nearly like a growl.

"How about you speak," she smirked wickedly, "Didn't you just tell me I talk to much?"

His molten eyes returned to her cool toned ones, "Indeed, and even then you were nothing close to quiet" His eyes snapped away gleaming in the low light.

-Meow-

Kagome giggled, "Oh Buyo, you old boy."

Said cat hopped onto her bed only to have his face meet the daiyoukai's large hand, like a brick wall. He stared down the tiny creature that was trying his damnedest to sit down for cuddles.

Kagome wiggled her finger at the fluffy thing, "Sesshomaru, he just wants to cuddle."

His fingers to his free arm, gently etched down her back finding purchase around plump cheeks sliding deliciously across damp lips. "You assume this one is done with you," his fingers gently slid against wet velvet, causing her to moan out. "He cannot have you," he spoke with a smirk, "You are mine."

She giggled when the tiny thing let out a chuff of frustration, and hopped back to the floor with a thunk. "Aww, you made him leave," she chuckled against his collarbone.

His predatory gaze locked on her, now that the small thing had left, "I was unaware you wanted an audience to our encore." A small smirk pulled at his lips, as his hand pressed deeper hearing her groan. He was all the audience she needed.

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Flowers for MamaMaru

She watched the child enthusiastically pick flowers from the field. Her curiosity finally getting the better of her she spoke out, "Child."

Happily the onna came to sit by her, "Yes my Lady!"

She stared at him for a moment finally speaking after her brief pause, "hn."

The boy saw her pointed stare to the armful of flowers, "oh!" He plucked the prettiest one of the bunch, handing I to the daiyoukai, "The flowers are beautiful!"

Taking the crisp white flower from his small hand, the boy flopped back into her pelt. "Hn," she spoke, continuing to survey the area.

Sleepily the child murmured, "Just like my Lady." This had her turn her head to glance at the boy, "She's the best and prettiest Lady of the land." Slowly the child was loosing his battle to stay awake, "She takes the best care of me." His breathing slowed as he ebbed into sleep, "I love her the most, my Lady mama."

A ghost of a smile crossed her face as she held delicately the white flower on her lap. She returned to keeping watch as the young boy slept, "hn."

Went out on a walk today, thought I'd share these lil cuties!

IT'S SO PRETTY 😍

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The scent she carries

She retreated from the now larger group, mumbling under her breath. Inuyasha had been in a sour mood all week, but thankfully Sesshomaru stayed quiet. Which drove Inuyasha madder.

His moodiness had him lash out at everyone. Today apparently she was told she stunk and needed a bath, which struck her ire. One strike, one strike at her had her chase the hanyo out the camp with her trusty cast iron skillet.

"Rude ass," she grumbled as she trekked away to find the stream they'd passed not too far back. She was stopped when her path was blocked by the silent older brother, causing her to sigh. "Do you need something Sesshomaru," she mumbled. He strode forward purposefully invading her personal space, nearly causing her to stumble back.

"Do not retreat from this one," his deep voice murmured.

Well at least he had the decency to speak to her at least, "Look-"

Gently he took a tuft of her hair, bringing it to face startling her. "The welp is unsettled," he began, "Where are you going Kagome?"

Staring at him she struggled to find her words, "I'm- Er bath."

His molten eyes remained unwavered, as he continued to stroke her obsidian locks trapped in his digits. "Your scent is not offensive," he spoke, her hair brushing against his lips.

She blushed madly, feeling the heat rise in her face, "I should-"

"It is unnecessary," he interrupted, "You smell pleasing." Again he pressed closer to her, "The boy wants you away from myself."

Her blue eyes could not break free, "You? But you didn't do-"

His gaze made her want to fidget, "Because this one finds it," he paused, mulling over his words, "Finds you appealing."

Kagome blinked owlishly, finally speaking after a light pink rose to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, "Well that's new."

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Listen little sister

Her blade stopped short of the hanyo's throat, stilling her. She stared silently, as if daring her.

After the damn shikon had been wished away, they'd come to strained terms. While her older sister was still quiet and lethal, she wasn't trying to kill her anymore. So there was that.

"The otoko," she spoke sternly.

Her eyes narrowed confused, "Keh, what about him? You leave him out of this."

The blade did not so much as move, "The boy said to stop."

Meanwhile in the distance said boy, sat with a pout setting down his yellow backpack. As the sister's had their stare off, he finally grumbled, "I said I'm taking a break."

She smirked in satisfaction her brow raising ever so delicately, riling her younger sister's ire.

What fun times.