DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own InuYasha.
My butt hurt.
My eyes flashed open and I sucked in a breath. I was stretched over Sesshomaru's uncovered chest. Sometimes I wondered if he owned a shirt.
I looked over at his desk. All the pictures had been slid off and onto his bed only to be replaced by my bottom.
Yup that's right. I had spent the better part off last night whoring around on a desk.
I face palmed my forehead before falling backwards onto his arm. In his sleep his arm wrapped around my shoulders and I came to an even scarier problem.
I was shirtless too.
I still had on a bra, but my top was MIA. I tugged Sessy's out from under a pile of book that must have fallen over in our...exchange. My melted ice cream had stained my comforter.
I wrapped it around myself right in time for a loud knock to rattle the door. Sesshomaru rolled onto his tummy and moaned into the carpet while covering his head with a pillow.
I ran to the door and flicked the deadbolt. I cracked the door and stuck my head out only to be confronted with InuYasha.
"I need to see my brother, is he here?" I stuttered for a response but it came out sounding like fish language.
"Whats with your hair...are you waring a boys shirt...? Oh. My. God! You had s-" I slammed my hand over his mouth.
"No! It's not like that!"
And that's the moment when Sesshomaru pulled open the door, hair in tangles and his Snoopy dog pj pants hanging low on his hips shouting at his brother for waking him up.
This can't be good.
I'm to lazy to look it over...sorry... I'm still angry over the recent developments in my tv show. I'm in a pissy mood.