Two-hundred and fifty word one shot. I was bored.
Can be seen as a sort of prequel to I Don't Want to Fall, but it wasn't intended to be.
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The Worst Kind of Hangover
One-Shot
The worst kind of hangover is the one that you can't get rid of. The kind that not only rots your stomach, but jackhammers your brain and makes you feel like death.
The worst kind of hangover is the one that lasts for more than twenty-four hours. It makes you want to eat, but you know the moment you do it's just going to come right back up. It makes you want to crawl under the covers and never move again.
The worst kind of hangover is the one that makes you look at citrus soda and gag, because you only drink it when it's mixed with alcohol. When you take a sip, you start to feel drunk again because hell, you swear there must be alcohol in there, even though you know there isn't.
However, the worst kind of hangover is the one where you didn't blackout, because as much as you like knowing that you didn't do anything illegal, you sure as hell didn't want to remember latching yourself to your boss and well... Having hot sex.
Kagome turned her head slowly to see her sleepy boss on the bed beside her. "Merry Christmas?"
Her boss Inuyasha smirked. "Last night was a very Merry Christmas." He paused. "You know... It could be Christmas every day." His arm wrapped around her tightly and he kissed her neck.
Melting to his touch, she smiled and agreed. Her first mistake.
But, somehow, he was the best Christmas gift of them all.
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