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The rhythmic click of the pruning shears and the rustle of leaves filled the greenhouse as Sesshoumaru calmly pruned his plants. It was an exceptionally warm day and Sesshoumaru had already discarded his t-shirt, modesty was a human failing.
Lips quirked as his sensitive ears picked up on a thrumming bass to the soothing sounds of his greenhouse. There was only one person in the household who whistled when she walked.
"Coffee break!" she announced cheerfully, flinging the door of the greenhouse open. Sesshoumaru turned to face her with one silver brow arched incredulously.
Kagome met his wry gaze and her blue eyes became sheepish. "Well, iced-tea break, then," she amended, lofting the tray on which the chilled beverages rested.
"That is agreeable," he acknowledged, wiping his soil-smeared hands on a rag.
With a grin, Kagome set the tea down next to a pot and handed him a tall cold glass. His fingertips grazed hers as he accepted the drink. It appeared Kagome was overly aware of his touch; she'd dropped the glass because their skin had brushed. Sesshoumaru caught it gracefully, smirking teasingly. Kagome's cheeks flushed adorably as she took refuge in a sip of her own beverage.
"Wow, it's really hot in here," Kagome commented, and Sesshoumaru admired her restraint as she allowed herself the briefest of glances at his bared torso. "The ice is already melting."
Blue eyes widened as clawed fingertips brushed her hair back from her forehead.
"But, the ice is not the only thing melting," he murmured, hooded eyes watching as a bead of sweat trickled along her neck and down her cleavage.
Kagome gulped. Is he flirting? her rapidly overheating brain wondered dazedly.
With an intricate twist, a length of twine and an absorbed expression, Sesshoumaru gathered her hair into a refreshing bun. The feathery touches of his fingers almost more than she could stand.
His golden eyes were hooded and made her hotter still. Blue eyes sparked as she met his sultry gaze. Definitely flirting. It was nice; normally a man's attentions were somewhat nauseating, but Sesshoumaru was apparently a connoisseur. Of course, he'd certainly had enough time to work out his strategies.
Taking another cooling gulp of her iced-tea, her tongue tentatively licked her lower lip. "Can I tie your hair up too?" she asked, cursing the huskiness of her voice.
Sesshoumaru muffled a chuckle and held out a piece of twine. "I'm all yours," he replied, turning to present the waterfall of silver hair for her perusal.
Prompt: Melt
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