Weekly Perfection Prompt
Title: To Train a Dog...
Prompt: Angle
Word Count: 400
Lips puckered, blue eyes intent on the partially hidden face hovering above her own, Kagome allowed a blustering sigh to escape her lungs. With smug notice, the newspaper blocking her view of the angle jawed man puffed up.
She grinned at her success. He however, eyebrow arched into silver, eyed the woman in his lap with a baffled neutrality which he alone could convey.
"Yes?" The velvet of baritone caressed her ears.
Bunching her mouth to the right, Kagome drew another breath only to force it out with a giggle, watching smugly as the youkai's lengthy bangs fluttered in the breeze.
Tipped with a pointed nail, a finger pressed down to mush her lips gently just as she had motioned an inhale. Leaning forward, moonshine locks curtained their exchange, blocking the dull light of the room. His visage marred by a mild frown despite the already raised brow, Sesshoumaru locked gold to sapphire with influential aim.
"For what purpose do you exhale so flippantly at me?" His tone firm with words feathered by uncertainty.
Rolling her eyes with great exaggeration she murmured, "No reason."
"Then cease your bothersome antics on this Sesshoumaru." Returning to an eased posture, paper bundled neatly, the man went to continue his daily ritual unhindered.
Alas, not.
Poke, poke, poking her index finger at her word filled ceiling, Kagome made another asinine attempt to call on the attention of the demon. Noticing the taut pull of a twitch to the stoic lord's face made a roll of bubbling chuckles erupt from her chest.
Abruptly and with a swiftness the woman could hardly register, the paper came down on her face with a sudden, monotone splat. Though shocked by her mate's retaliation, she couldn't help how she was left with the distinct notion that something had cheated her.
Puffing her cheeks with determination, she pulled out both limbs and with uncharacteristic speed the woman crushed newspaper between her palms, victorious beam hidden beneath the mayhem that was once reading material.
Sesshoumaru wiped free the mass and bore down upon the offender taking up his lap with her raven billowed head.
"What" he bit in irritation, "do you think you are doing?"
Hardly containing the laughter, she smiled. "Playing with my doggie."
In a swift and unforeseen turn of events, her countenance became struck again by the crumpled newsprint. And with classic smirk, the lord purred "Bad dog."