Title: Treats

Author: Priestess Skye

Word count: 1,158

Genre: Romance, fluff

Rating: R for suggestive material

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 3 – Ramen

Happy birthday Tallymark!

A lazy Sunday was good for the soul, Kagome thought as she poured the dried noodles into the pot of boiling water. They were few and far between these days as the summer season brought in weddings galore. And where there was a wedding, there was a need for a wedding cake. All week she slaved away in the small kitchen of the bakery where she worked, covered in flour and fighting both the heat of the oven and the heat of the out of doors. Sweat dripped down her brow causing her to constantly wipe it away in an attempt of maintaining food safety. She was tired of looking at icing. She was tired of looking at flowers, at the bride and groom and most importantly, she was tired of doing any sort of work that was required in prepping a meal.

This was as close to lazy as she could get. Her plans were simple. Lunch, couch, TV and nothing else. Sesshoumaru was busy in his office doing work. She scrunched her face at that thought. Her next two weeks were booked solid once more and there would be very little time for herself. She was prepared for the early mornings, long days and late nights. Those didn't bother her one bit, but every once in a while she needed to take a breather.

Today was that day.

Wearing nothing but her sweats, she watched as the noodles in the pot boiled before pouring them into a large bowl. The heavenly scent of artificial vegetable stock filled the kitchen and her stomach rumbled.

"You're worse than my brother," Sesshoumaru remarked as he walked into the kitchen. Taking in his attire Kagome knew he was having a lazy day too, but how did he manage to still look so good wearing nothing but a loose shirt and jeans? Shaking her head free of all thought, she smiled at him instead, wanting to wipe the scowl off his face.

"I don't know if I should be flattered by that statement given how much I know about your disdain for your brother," she replied, searching her drawers for her ramen chopsticks. She ate very little with chopsticks despite her heritage, but they were always used for ramen, no matter how it was served.

"It's not meant to be flattering. Both you and he have a penchant for that cheap, solidified carbohydrates and fat. One would think a chef worthy of cooking a five-star meal would eat better."

"Yeah, one would think," she replied absently, looking longingly at the noodles in her bowl. They were calling to her, their simplicity in their design and the unique flavour that could only belong to cheap noodles. "But you forget that I was also once a university student on a budget. When you can't afford to feed yourself for a week, let alone a month before your next paycheque, you deal with what you can. I ate a lot of ramen. Now it's simply a treat."

He reached over and grabbed her chopsticks from her and stared down at the noodles floating in the yellow broth. Gingerly, he lifted one between the prongs and sniffed it before inserting it into his mouth. He frowned as he chewed before swallowing and speaking. "I do not see how this is a treat. Ice cream is a treat. Ramen is not."

Grabbing her bowl, she snatched her chopsticks back. "I didn't say it was your treat. I said it was my treat. Scoop yourself a bowl of ice cream if you want a treat. Leave mine alone."

His eyes narrowed on hers as she spoke and not for the first time, she feared some sort of retaliatory action his part. Sesshoumaru was very predatory in nature and like most men in their prime; he had a competitive streak a mile wide despite his initial denial of such an affliction, as he liked to call it.

"Hn."

Closing her eyes, she savoured the mix of seasoning with the noodles and relished the ease in which they were prepared. As a chef, they were her dream food. Five minutes on the stove and it was done. The slight clack of chopsticks echoed through the kitchen and Kagome quirked one eye open, glaring at her partner as she knew her chopsticks were nowhere near her bowl. "This is mine," she stated, jabbing her sticks into the noodles once, bringing a pile to her mouth.

"What's mine is yours," he gestured to the bowl she was using. "So what's yours is mine." He brought another pile to his mouth as well, sending a look of victory over in her direction. She didn't miss the challenge within his eyes, the anticipatory nature of them.

Part of her wanted to snatch her bowl and walk away while the other part wanted savour this part of him and bask in the playfulness that he showed nobody but her. Holding her chopsticks tightly in her hand, she reached for another scoop of noodles, wanting to enjoy what she could before he finished them all. "Get your own," she demanded, shoving as much as she could into her mouth.

"They are mine. I believe they came out of my cupboard."

"Our cupboard. What's yours is mine, remember?" she quoted him, shoving even more noodles into her mouth. The never ending noodle from hell hung off her chin and she struggled to slurp it up feeling triumph when she saw he was doing the same. Leaning in closer to the bowl she kept at it, smiling when she could feel it getting shorter and shorter. She followed it and stood tall when she could feel it getting lighter, telling her she was at the end. She turned toward Sesshoumaru and stopped for a moment, looking at the noodle that hung out of his mouth and was pulled taught by the piece in her own. "Oh lord," she murmured as she bit down and released the two halves. Filled with laughter over the Lady and the Tramp moment she pushed the bowl aside and walked away. Leave it to the two of them to do something cheesy like that. It was absolutely surreal.

Standing at the doorway she laughed as he slurped the noodle up into his mouth. She was bidden with the sudden image of him using his nose to push the bowl back toward her. "It's all yours," she told him before walking away. She'd already had her treat for the day.

Disclaimer: Lady and the Tramp doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Disney.