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Theme: Ice Cream

Rating: M

Warning: Innuendo

Kagome laid on the sofa lazily. It was summer and her family had gone to her mother's aunt in another province to visit, leaving her alone at home with her mate of two years, Sesshoumaru. The inuyoukai was currently in her room, playing with the computer. Every since he came here with her through the well, he'd been hooked on the technologies, from TV to toaster to computer. Apparently, he'd discovered some website full of fanfictions and, being the avid reader he was, he would glue himself to the computer for hours on end, leaving Kagome with nothing to do and nobody to talk to.

Thankfully, she had anticipated this and borrowed a movie from her friend. With a box of vanilla ice cream in her lap and a can of whipped cream, Kagome was set to enjoy her evening in front of the TV. She did not like the movie that much, sappy dramas were not her favorite, but the ice cream made it more enjoyable.

Before long, she was paying less attention to the screen and more on the delicious goodness in her hands. After several spoonfuls of ice cream and an unreal amount of whipped cream, she was hooked and craved for more. She gave a moan as the taste of vanilla stimulated her taste buds. She licked the spoon before any drops of heaven dripped. She closed her eyes to savor her indulgence until a severe voice rang out, snapping her back into reality.

"Miko, cease your activity."

She peered at the owner of the voice. Sesshoumaru was before her, his eyes narrowed dangerously and she swore there was a flash of red in those pools of molten gold. His brows slightly furrowed and his cheeks, strangely enough, were tinted the lightest shade of red. She could not understand why, though.

Before she could even attempt to say a coherent sentence in reply, he had already leaped forward and pressing her into the sofa, box of half-melted ice cream forgotten.

Not that she minded, of course.