I really was not aware that the last entry would be so welcomed. Thank you! So, I have decided to try my hand at a few more. Some will be a little lighter than the waxing fiasco, but hopefully I will be able to come up with other amusing scenarios. Thank You again!

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He could have sworn he had told her.

Forced her even.

She had been warned after the last fiasco that she was never to use such means again, or at least was supposed to give warning to her intentions, yet here he was again. The burning rippling over his face. The pinching and rolling. While he had to admit most of it felt quite good, the pinching did not. He wondered yet again what was going on. He thought back. Had she told him what she was up to? Had he forgotten? Snorting, he shoved that thought to one side.

This Sesshomaru never forgot.

Anything.

Well, except maybe that one time a few days ago. Their first anniversary. But that had been an honest mistake. He had been stuck in meeting after meeting and had completely forgotten the date. He had made it up to her, of course. In his own way. Kind of. One hour more with her each day was something right? She did not often hold grudges...right?

Eyes widening in dismay he realized something perhaps a tad too late. His mate, while overly forgiving in many things NEVER forgot. Especially his transgressions against her.

A particular painful twinge brought him back to the present. Good kami she could not be doing it again, could she? That last time was enough. He shuddered at the memory. HE had been limping for hours. Him! The great Inu Youkai Lord of the west. The one whose mask of ice never, ever dropped, for anything. Heck, Kagome had once mentioned that he would probably not even cry over the loss of Bambi's mother...whoever that happened to be. All because of something called 'Bikini Wax'. Even the memory sent shivers down his spine and had him pinning his knees together at the remembrance of intimate pain.

Another twinge had him suddenly turning, determined to stop whatever painful futuristic contraption she had found this time.

Another pinch had him near running, but Lord Shesshomaru never ran anywhere. Everyone and everything waited for him. He turned the corner into the family wing of the castle. With no servants in sight he bolted for their rooms, easily scenting and feeling the aura of his little miko.

Skidding in an undignified slide into the bathroom had him shocked from words for a moment. There before him, standing in a similar way he had apprehended her the last time was his mate, face blotchy and angry red, again. He flicked his eyes over her. Her hands were empty save for a tissue in each and were poised together in a spot on her chin, her head tilted slightly so she could see something better in the mirror. Glancing over to her love, her reason for living, she sighed, rolled her eyes and dropped the tissues.

"What now, Sesshomaru?" Her voice was thin, irritation tinged each syllable as she pinned those fiery orbs on her love.

"Woman, what were you doing?" Sighing Kagome held up both pieces of tissue, then pointed to something on her face. He shuffled closer to see what she was showing him. There on her otherwise unblemished skin, save for the red blotches, was a tiny black spot. He scrunched his eyes, watching as she raised both hands and, with the tissues pinning the offending speck, pinched said spot and removed the offending thing from her face. He felt the sting, felt the burn and wondered what on earth would possess any sane person to do such a thing.

"Why?" Kagome heaved a deep put upon sigh and glared at him.

"If you would let me go to a beautician back home, since they have yet to have such things here, then I would not have to do this and you would most likely not feel this." She waved her hand over her face. "But because you don't let me out I am forced to do this by myself. I will not have black heads on my skin, So suck it up big boy, 'cause there is no way I am stopping and I want and will have clear pores." Her wicked smirk grew. If she played her part right she'd be able to return home through the well, which for some reason had not yet closed and showed no sign of doing so, and receive the pampering she so desperately desired. Her mate however seemed to pick up on her intent.

Smirking, he regally lifted his head, secretly pleased that this was the extent of pain she could cause with these actions, and waved a benevolent hand. "You may proceed, mate. This Sesshomaru can withstand such pointless insignificant discomfort." Yet again he very nearly flounced from the room, completely aware of the irate female he left behind, yet secure that she could not do much harm in the future to his person. He had instantly banned and destroyed those torture implements she had called 'wax strips'. He shuddered again. That particular memory will be a tough one to overcome.

What he could not know, however, but would soon learn, is to never leave your female so incensed. It could, and in Kagome's case would, certainly lead to more discomfort to come.