Prompt: Taste.
Title: Primitive.
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
"Oh, for the love of—"
"I expected an individual of holy power to be above vulgar language." Kagome glared up at the Lord of the West, furiously sucking at the tear in the skin of her forefinger.
"It's not my fault this thing is so thorny," Kagome huffed, inexplicably irritated; she could never fully understand why it was so hard to be at ease in Lord Sesshoumaru's presence, even after he had proven himself an ally long ago.
"Why do you do that?" Stricken, Kagome hadn't noticed him staring peculiarly at her mouth.
"Do what?" Sesshoumaru's eyes lingered on her finger, which was still but an inch from her lips.
"Taste your own blood."
"I..." Kagome turned to her own finger, examining the simple cut now as if it were a foreign artifact. "I never thought of it that way." His brow raised imperceptibly.
"Disgusting creatures," Sesshoumaru enunciated disdainfully; it was low, but meant for her to hear. Without another word, he made his way back down the path. Affronted, Kagome defiantly raised her chin at his back and narrowed her eyes.
"No better than a dog licking its wounds!"
Sesshoumaru only paused for the tiniest moment, but Kagome witnessed it, and for her, this was victory enough. She returned to her herb collection with satisfaction, and with the barest trace of amusement playing upon her lips.
When he finally reached an acceptable distance, Sesshoumaru watched her hands work, perplexed.
