A/N: I am so a whore for Kagome/Hojou. Okay, so I'm really a whore for Hojou. ^_^ I like the poor boy, okay?
"Morning Coffee"
It was chilly outside, she realized, as she opened the sliding door. The cool air hit Kagome's body and made her shiver inside her thin pajamas. She stepped outside and yawned, her bare feet twitching on the wet wood of the deck. The half-risen sun cast a glow on the potted plant that sat on the railing. The plant, with its partially blooming flowers and its small leaves, seemed to be set in relief against the sun, a silhouette of morning.
She turned and reentered the house, tracking dew on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. She yawned once more, and reached for the can of coffee.
Take out liner. Scoop coffee. Pour water. Turn on. Listen to the drip, drip, drop. It was her morning ritual, hers and hers alone; no one in the house could make coffee like hers. And since Kagome usually awoke before anyone else, it made sense that she would brew it anyways.
She returned to the door as the coffee percolated, listened to the liquid steaming and to the sound of a bird chirping in a tree. They were nice, these early mornings, when she came downstairs to cool air and a hazy sun. It was quiet, so quiet, except for the coffee and the birds. It made her happy that she lived here in the shrine - and happy that her classes at university had forced her to get in the habit of waking early. She could spend hours watching this, if it only lasted that long.
Kagome heard a pair of light footsteps coming down the stairs, and then striding across the kitchen. The clink of mugs being pulled from the cabinet, and what sounded like coffee being poured.
The footsteps started and then stopped behind her. An arm came from behind her, holding a steaming mug that glinted in the light, and she took it. The ceramic was warm on her hands, as was the body pressed into her back.
"Morning, 'Jou-kun," she said as the arm wrapped around her waist. She sipped at the hot liquid, swishing it around in her mouth.
"Morning, 'Gome-chan." His lips fluttered over her neck, little caresses that felt like warm sunlight. He rested his head on her shoulder. "Watching the sun rise?"
"Like always." He laughed and pulled her closer, now nibbling on her ear.
"Aren't you cold? Those clothes are thin, and we can't have you catching sick, now can we?" he teased.
Taking a hand off the mug, she reached up behind her shoulders and gave him a light smack on the temple. She then began to play with his hair, ruffling it. He raised his head and kissed her palm, tongue flicking against the skin. She laughed.
"I'm never cold with you around, Hojou."
He smiled against her palm.
:::start your morning right:::
"Morning Coffee"
It was chilly outside, she realized, as she opened the sliding door. The cool air hit Kagome's body and made her shiver inside her thin pajamas. She stepped outside and yawned, her bare feet twitching on the wet wood of the deck. The half-risen sun cast a glow on the potted plant that sat on the railing. The plant, with its partially blooming flowers and its small leaves, seemed to be set in relief against the sun, a silhouette of morning.
She turned and reentered the house, tracking dew on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. She yawned once more, and reached for the can of coffee.
Take out liner. Scoop coffee. Pour water. Turn on. Listen to the drip, drip, drop. It was her morning ritual, hers and hers alone; no one in the house could make coffee like hers. And since Kagome usually awoke before anyone else, it made sense that she would brew it anyways.
She returned to the door as the coffee percolated, listened to the liquid steaming and to the sound of a bird chirping in a tree. They were nice, these early mornings, when she came downstairs to cool air and a hazy sun. It was quiet, so quiet, except for the coffee and the birds. It made her happy that she lived here in the shrine - and happy that her classes at university had forced her to get in the habit of waking early. She could spend hours watching this, if it only lasted that long.
Kagome heard a pair of light footsteps coming down the stairs, and then striding across the kitchen. The clink of mugs being pulled from the cabinet, and what sounded like coffee being poured.
The footsteps started and then stopped behind her. An arm came from behind her, holding a steaming mug that glinted in the light, and she took it. The ceramic was warm on her hands, as was the body pressed into her back.
"Morning, 'Jou-kun," she said as the arm wrapped around her waist. She sipped at the hot liquid, swishing it around in her mouth.
"Morning, 'Gome-chan." His lips fluttered over her neck, little caresses that felt like warm sunlight. He rested his head on her shoulder. "Watching the sun rise?"
"Like always." He laughed and pulled her closer, now nibbling on her ear.
"Aren't you cold? Those clothes are thin, and we can't have you catching sick, now can we?" he teased.
Taking a hand off the mug, she reached up behind her shoulders and gave him a light smack on the temple. She then began to play with his hair, ruffling it. He raised his head and kissed her palm, tongue flicking against the skin. She laughed.
"I'm never cold with you around, Hojou."
He smiled against her palm.
:::start your morning right:::