Title: My Hero

Author: Priestess Skye

Word count: 817

Genre: Romance, fluff

Rating: PG

Note: This is in special thanks to Youkai Yume who is allowing me to use her 'Everyday Love' series as picture prompts. Check them out at youkaiyume . deviantart . com (minus the spaces). This particular one is from Everyday Love 4 - Downpour

The restaurant was elegant, as were the ones he typically took her to. There were candles on their table and Sesshoumaru had bought a bottle of their finest red. Despite their many dinners in restaurants like tonights, Kagome still felt very much out of her element. From the snooty voice of many of the Maitre D's and quite often the looks of quiet contempt by many of the waiters, fancy restaurants just weren't her thing. But just as he put up with her insane little quirks and her love of street meat, she would put up with his need to take her out to places like these.

However, one thing was for certain. She needed to buy more clothes. There were only so many fancy dresses she owned and the one she wore tonight she had already worn a good dozen times while going out with him. The blue floral sleeveless dress was one of her favourites but not once since she bought it did she ever think she'd wear it so often. "My place or yours?" she asked as he led her to the doorway of the restaurant. She looked up at the clouds as they walked out and cringed at how black they were. They had walked there, wanting to enjoy the fresh, summer air along the way. "Mine," she stated knowing it was a lot closer than his.

Keeping her pace brisk, they rounded the corner and walked down the first street. Thunder rumbled in the background, causing her to jump slightly. "Relax," Sesshoumaru murmured as he took her hand. Public displays of affection were rare from him. They weren't completely unknown as he had been known to cross his line in the past, but they were definitely rare. Yet he had no problems holding her hand. It was almost as if he were branding her for others, letting them know that she belonged to him. At least that was how he explained it one day when she asked why he always held her hand but never pushed further. He was so different from what she was used to. She was used to the possessive type and while he could be deemed possessive, he never made her feel like he actually owned her unlike some of those she dated previously.

Thunder echoed through the sky louder this time, preceded by lightening. Forgoing his comfort zone, Kagome clutched onto Sesshoumaru. It wasn't that she hated thunder and lightning per se, she hated being outside in both. That was when it was dangerous. Such as now when a brighter flash rolled across the sky. Squealing, she clutched onto him tighter, ignoring his laughter at her behaviour. She had bigger things to worry about than being laughed at.

Like being struck by the lightning.

It was an insane fear she knew, but one that affected her nonetheless. Within moments she felt a drop fall upon her nose, then another and another still. "Two more blocks," she muttered, willing for her apartment building to come into sight. "Just two more blocks."

"Relax," Sesshoumaru commanded once more, this time wrapping an arm around her as they walked back. "We're almost there."

"I just don't want the rain to ruin my dress," she lied as she picked up her speed. The water droplets began to fall quickly until they fell at a steady stream, falling to the ground and splattering upon contact. The sound of one hitting the concrete was amplified by millions, only adding to the thunderous atmosphere of the evening.

A downpour was inevitable. She only had to figure out how much more time she had before it arrived and how much longer it would take her to get to shelter.

A rather large droplet fell off her bangs and rolled down her cheek, followed by another. She didn't have long at all. "Here," she heard and wasn't given a chance to turn around before she heard the soft rustling of clothing, and suddenly she didn't feel anything. Looking up she saw the canopy above her and Sesshoumaru's arms around her as he held his jacket high above their heads.

"Well aren't you the sweetest," she cooed, knowing it would just irritate him.

"Can't ruin your dress now," he murmured, eyeballing the form fitting, blue, floral print dress. She lifted her eyes up to him and beamed, before lifting her arms to alongside him, helping him hold up the jacket. They were both soaked and it was a little too late, but it was the thought that counted.

"My hero."