So, here I am, back with yet another update. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and motivated me to write another chapter for this fic. I'm glad to know there's people out there who enjoy my writing. And now, without further addo, I leave you guys with the second drabble.

Drabble 2: Shake It Out

Eyelids fluttered open, slowly revealing emerald orbs, quickly followed by a cringe and a hard shut of said lids once again.

Pasty arms reached for the pillow next to her as she used it for shelter of her head. What happened last night? How did she make it back to the room? And why was her head pounding so terribly?

Suddenly, the nauseating smell of nicotine filled the room and she felt an acidic rush through her esophagus.

"Take the smoking elsewhere, Kyo..." The voice was nothing more than a whisper ending in a grunt.

"Oh? She lives." The demon managed to say as he took another puff at his pipe.

"Stop it." She said as she pushed her head further into the comfort of the pillow, hoping that the gods would take mercy on her and make this awful headache go away... but yet another puff of the smoke in the demon's lungs was all it took to send her on a quick dash to the bathroom.

Ah, the retching sound of vowels being emptied, and then after a short while water running...

The blonde girl made it back to the room to be received with a smirk from the owner of red eyes.

"Graceful hangover, dog face." He said as he put down his pipe and rose to his feet, the top of his kimono hanging loosely from his waist.

"What did we drink last night?" She asked as she rubbed the back of her head and slumped into the futon once again. "I feel like my head is going to blow." She whispered as Kyo sat down besides her, facing her.

The slayer of thousands let out a laugh as his big hands rubbed on the thin shoulders of the petite woman in front of him. "Sake." He said as the woman cringed at the thought of alcohol, "And then some beer that Yukimura brought from where only the gods know." At the mention of the other choice of their beverages from last night she choked a nausea.

The hands moved to her waist, slightly lifting her and shifting her position in the futon so that she was no longer on her belly, but now on her back, facing him.

"You reek of high heavens, woman." He said as she glared at him and he proceeded to undo the knot on her yukata.

She tried to fight him off, she was in no mood for his morning ritual right now. Having sex with him in the mornings proved to be amazing, as the proverbial master he is when it comes to driving her to oblivion with just one touch, but not today. The pounding on her head was too overwhelming for her to even try to do anything with the man.

"Stop it, Kyo..." She whispered as the piece of cloth came off and rough calloused hands wandered through her milky thighs.

Those rough hands never felt tough on her, it felt more like a slight feathered touch. But today that touch wasn't as enticing as the other days, it was like he was handling porcelain, soft, caring, nurturing. A side of him she wasn't really familiar with.

"Get up," He said, his voice harsh yet caring.

His hand slipped between the small of her back and then he slid it further up, bringing her support as she slowly got up.

"Everything's spinning... Can't you just let me be?" She questioned with her eyes closed as he smiled.

"Ah, the magic of hangovers, right?" He said as the hand that was on her thigh left and she could hear as he squeezed the water out of a sponge.

"What are you doing?" She whispered as she quirked an eyebrow, eyes still closed. The light was bothersome. Damn paper walls. She missed their little cottage atop the hill. Why were they here anyway, his business with the Tokugawas had been done for a while already.

"I told you that you reeked." He said as he patted her neck with the sponge. "If you want you can stay in bed all day smelling like a dog who got bathed in sake last night." He said as she shook her head slightly.

The water smelled of white orchids and blossoms, it was soothing.

His hand left her body, just to come back with a wet sponge, this time he moved lower towards her arms as she sighed, a light smile gracing her features.

"Why did you drink so much last night?" He asked her as she slowly opened one of her eyes to examine his godly features.

A shrug as all he received as her eye closed once again.

"Most of the people I have seen drink so recklessly is because there's something bothering them... I won't force it out of you, but if there's something bothering you, I'd like to know." He said as he lifted her body and placed her between his legs, reaching for her right arm and washing it.

"This is nice." She whispered as he pushed her towards her legs, washing her back. "I might get drunk a bit more often." She said with a smile as his face remained unchanged. No reaction at all, he just proceeded to wash her back.

"You weren't drunk..." He said as his face still remained expressionless. "You were plastered... And it's not fun to have your woman going around rambling about stupidities and incoherences on what's supposed to be a fun night." He said as he laid her back once again in his lap, the sponge coming and going, this time to her breast and torso. "You were so drunk you almost got naked in front of everyone."

There was something in his eyes... a feeling she hadn't seen in them since the one time in which the Red King had claimed her his.

He was flustered... she could tell. He had grown frustrated of her antics before, but this time he seemed upset and... hurt.

He started to work on her legs as she propped her body up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her forehead resting to his cheek as he kept on washing her legs.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, getting no answer back. "There's nothing in my mind... nothing bothering me, to be honest with you. I'm just not used to any of this." She said as he finished and put the sponge back into the bucket, bringing it back to her head this time.

"Look, woman, whatever was your reason for drinking yourself stupid is your business... Just know that I won't tolerate it." He said as he squeezed the fragranced water on her blonde locks.

She sighed as she let the water soak through her head and then she looked up into ruby eyes. "I'm sorry." She said as her lips locked with his. "It won't happen again." She whispered against his lips as she, playfully, nibbled on his lower lip.

He knew better, but this was the only woman that could make his emotions shift so easily. He carefully picked her up and pinned her against the floor.

"If you ever do something like that again..." He was about to finish as she cut him off abruptly by switching positions, now he was the one against the floor.

"I know... I know..." She whispered, her mouth pressing against his in a hungry manner, her hips thrusting forward as he grunted.

If this was what she would get for a hangover... then the headache was so worth it.

That's it for now! Hope you guys enjoy it. This one was a fun one to write. The next one will be a continuation of this one, so stay tuned. See you soon.