Cushion
Sesshoumaru awoke fairly content. He and the miko had fallen asleep on the loveseat watching some movie about a Childs fantasy of a glittering world, and her quest to save her infant brother from the hands of the king who had tried to present her with her every wish.
His little miko was curled into his side, arms and legs tangling with his in an attempt to not fall from their narrow perch.
When he tried to move, she clutched at him tighter, nuzzling into the soft silk of his shirt and mumbling something about a 'pillow'.
"This Sesshoumaru is not a head cushion."
Note: Mhmm. An Update. As a note, 99.9% of the chapters are this short, with the exception of some of the last few, and this story is 68 chapters long. Yah. I know.