(Bankoutsu pov)

He had just woken up, he felt like he had just had the best sleep he had in years. He glanced over at Jessie wondering if she were still mad at the whole picnic thing, he would not know until she woke up so he shrugged it off and headed to the indoor spring and quickly stripped and climbed into the warm water with a groan escaping his lips.

The warm water was always the perfect temperature he had wondered how it never was to hot or to cold, he absent mindedly skimmed his hand across the water as his mind drifted to the various things until he was brought out of his thought by the small padding of feet.

He leaned over and tried to look out of the springs room but he couldn't get a view of what it was, maybe her he thought, maybe jakoutsu or someone else?. He just had to find out who it was "maybe naraku" he thought he quickly brushed that thought away "why would naraku be randomly walking in my castle" he thought then grimaced at the thought.

He rolled his eyes, climbed out of the spring, and rapped a towel around his slender waist. He slid his fingers along the wood as he stalked after the padding of feet, as they seemed to fly down the hallway in frenzy. He rounded the corner glancing with a raised brow as he neared two doors; he started to mutter when the sound of footsteps restarted. He pulled the towel tighter to his waist as he skewered the hallway for the person who seemed to be running around the whole castle. He glared at the painting of the old lord of the castle the footsteps had stopped but there was no one to be seen in the library. He put his pointer finger up and waited a second there was a clatter of a book and Jessie was sitting on a shelf with a book in her hand and glancing down at the one that happened to fall on the floor.

He gave a quiet chuckle at her pouting face and hid behind a tall shelf , he pulled his towel closer to his waist as he noticed it was slipping, he silently cursed himself for not redressing. He slipped amongst the shadows watching her carefully making sure not to make a sound, as he crept over closer still hidden.

He watched as she sipped down the ladder and bent down to pick up the books on the floor. He crept over to her quickly and quietly and rapped his arms around her waist. He whispered into her ear "your mine now no one can hear you, were on the other side of the castle bad choice for your favorite rooms" smirked from ear to ear.

She stiffened at his form and turned in a look of horror, he only smiled "she looks scared" he thought with a smirk.

She shook with what could have been anger or she might have been actually frightened, but her eyes were set a blaze with fury.

He grabbed her arm and led her to a chair she gazed up with a raised brow, he grinned evilly and shoved her down into the chair taking in her expression, confused she was deep in confusion with why he was in nothing but a towel.

She blushed at the sight and suddenly found the book in her hands interesting. He gave a deep rich chuckle at the sight of her reddened face; she look up a flicker of interest gleaming under the now soft shade of blue her eye's no longer nondescript.

He leaned down and put his forehead to her's examining her eye's and taking in the soft smell of strawberries and lilac. He brushed one of her blonde brown bangs out of her face; he kissed her lightly and licked over her lips asking for entrance. She sat stiffly not moving keeping her lips firmly shut as he bit her lip shocking her into opening her mouth, he took the chance, slipped his tongue into her mouth, and explored her mouth.

She grabbed his braid and tugged on it with a glare as a warning, "he better stop kissing me and when he does I'll kill him!" she thought angrily. He only smirked when he stopped to breathe and sighed, "It's not fun when you don't respond to me and by the way you are as red as an apple," he said laughing to death.

She shrieked as she noticed how low his towel drooped after there not kiss. His towel had dangerously dropped getting close to completely dropping to the floor, he merely shrugged as if was nothing and walked around the chair as if to look at her critically. "you should really wear something a little more fitting, you can't see your body in that kimono it's so layered you can't see nothing how do you survive in the summer" he said madly throwing his arms around he sighed and plopped into the chair next to her .

He muttered "your still my slave so could I have a massage" he said sighing for the millionth time, she rose from her chair and sat behind him and glided her hands over his shoulders at first then rubbing them softly . He groaned in pleasure as her hands softly glided on his back as he relaxed.

After a while he grew sleepy, he had not wanted to be lowered to sleep, so he grasped her arm and pulled her to his lap and sat with his eye's closed his nosed berried against her neck.

( well sorry readers all for now I'll write more soon but I'm really tired today, I had to finish a few projects I got back from a road trip and the day before I stayed over at a family members house ugh busy week even busier next week I think I might drop dead from all this work and also I'm sick! What else can go wrong this week.

Well thanks for reading! J J J J J 3 :0) : ) lol!

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