A/N: WARNING. Engrish and Pointless fluff and OOC-ism abounds. Abounds, I tells you!!

The Joys of Influenza

By Reiycheru

Disclaimer: I disclaim InuYasha. No, really.

He turned away, shifting over onto his side.

'I suppose you'll be mothering me constantly now.'

He distinctly heard her snicker at him. Sesshomaru watched sidelong as she carefully clambered onto the bed over his legs.

'Pretty much,' Rin answered comfortably, ducking underneath the covers with him and coiling her arms around his neck as he automatically pulled her closer.

'Keh,' he snorted, and duly buried his head in her chest.

A silent chuckle shook her petite frame and he drew her closer still. Rin absently smoothed his hair away from his face with her fingertips, tucking it safely behind his ears. It was not unpleasant.

Sesshomaru closed his eyes and nuzzled further into her chest, a little miffed when his efforts rewarded him with not even a hint of her scent. Accursed clogged sinuses. The soft flannel material felt good though, at least . . . He nuzzled against the peach and cream fabric again.

'Soft,' he mumbled.

There was a short pause.

' . . . You think out loud now?'

He slowly opened his eyes.

Apparently so.

'I was merely complimenting your pajamas,' he countered stoically.

'You bought me them.'

'Exactly,' he rejoined shortly, and closed his eyes again.

'Mmm,' Rin responded serenely, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Her fingertips moved through his silvered hair again, trailing slowly across his scalp. Sesshomaru held her closer, instantly pacified.

'Are you coming to bed early . . .?'

He felt her press another kiss to the top of his head. 'Well, I'm definitely not going anywhere tonight . . . And now, if your lordship would be so kind as to consent to let me go, I shall go and prepare some food.'

' . . . Mmm,' he mumbled noncommittally into Rin's chest, tightening his hold slightly. He was far too comfortable . . .

'Come on,' she smiled, tugging gently on his earlobe. 'You haven't had anything to eat all day.'

'Mmm,' he responded again. Food wasn't really all that important . . .

' . . . Jamakusai,' Rin muttered comfortably, tweaking his ear.

'Baka.'

'Ahondara.'

'Hakuchi.'

She laughed gently, disengaging his arms. 'Soup sound good?'

'Mmmm,' he responded yet again, regarding her through his eyelashes in an approximation of the look that never failed to draw her . . .

. . . When he wasn't flu-ridden. He tried not to choke on his punctured ego when she grinned widely at him. Shaking her head, she wormed away and clambered out of the bed. He followed her with his eyes.

'Chicken or miso?'

Miso sounded all right, he supposed. Though, if she was doing her home-made chicken soup . . .

'The home-made stuff,' she added, as if reading his mind.

Sesshomaru snorted, turning onto his back.

'This Sesshomaru was not about to insult you by insinuating that you would feed him some instant slop.'

Rin raised an eyebrow. 'This from he who'd live on Cup O' Ramen if I let him?'

He snorted again, and closed his eyes.

' . . . Chicken,' he said mulishly.

'Daijobu.'

His slight mood abated when he felt her lean down, brush his bangs from his eyes, and place a small kiss upon each of his eyelids. Then she left the room.

He huffed.

Damned frustrating, insolent, incredible girl.

END