Substitutions

"I am the champion!" the miko sang loudly—and off-key—as she shut the door in her nemesis's face with undisguised relish. With a bold flourish, she crossed the space in between the door and the bed and pounced.

As soon as she landed, the miko's body straddled his. Her hands encased themselves around his wrists and "held" them above his head. She settled her meager body weight down as if that would stop him from escaping and her legs quickly became entangled with his. Sesshoumaru allowed her the belief that he was contained—even though he could reverse their situation in a heartbeat—because he was interested in seeing where the miko might take this.

She grinned down at him from her lording position and tossed the loose ends of her hair over her shoulder as she shot the door to her bedroom another look of victory. "No room for doggies, cuz I am the champion…of the house!"

All evening the dog named after his half-brother had been following them and…interfering. They'd decided to spend the night in after being surrounded by the miko's family for the entire weekend and, for some reason, Inuyasha had taken it upon himself to "protect" him from his mistress. Any time the miko had come within an unacceptable radius the pup had boldly pounced forward and barked until she backed off. "You have bested a simple-minded mutt, miko," Sesshoumaru commented dryly from underneath her. "Congratulations."

The smile on her face, more than likely due to the glasses of wine she'd had this evening, widened at his words. "For being named after your brother, Inuyasha has developed a strange desire to protect you."

"I am alpha."

She had the audacity to roll her eyes at his proclamation and then quickly became distracted by the exposed expanse of his chest. She leaned in, sniffing at him lightly as if she, too, were inu and grinned again. Her little pink human tongue darted out, licking across one of his nipples, and Sesshoumaru grit his teeth together as pleasure raced through him. "Yum. Dessert," she whispered seductively.

There were many, many things Sesshoumaru had come to enjoy about the miko—once he'd given himself time to get use to her odd and off-the-wall quirks—but the exuberance she put into all she did had to be his most treasured delight. She reminded him what living was all about and, to a being that had lived as long as he, it was a good thing to remember.

The miko suddenly straightened, mischievousness pouring off of her in rolling waves. He felt his muscles tighten with anticipation—but whether that was a good thing or not Sesshoumaru could not decide. Sometimes the miko was positively malicious. "I'm hungry, Sesshoumaru-sama," she purred and he instantly leaned towards the expectancy being a bad thing as she'd addressed him formally—which she usually abhorred doing. The miko was much more in favor of using that ridiculous 'moon doggie' nickname.

"There is food," Sesshoumaru reminded her as he prepared to defend himself from the coming attack.

The miko giggled playfully and leaned forward once more, rubbing her cheek across his pectorals. "I'm hungry for more than just food. I want you….and I want bacon."

"Bacon?" he could not help but reiterate. Kagome's cravings were sometimes even stranger than her habits. "I am afraid our leftover meal lacks your desired food, miko."

She nodded her head against him as her mouth moved slowly across his chest leaving behind butterfly light kisses and caresses. "I know. So this one," she purred again, mocking his pattern of speech as she was so fond of doing, "Shall just pretend that your nipples are my bacon."

Her dull human teeth latched on to him with a hard bite and Sesshoumaru instantly decided it might not be such a bad thing to be lacking her desired food.

Finish.

a/n: I had a dream once that I was standing in line at an amusement park and I turned around to see Brad Pitt standing behind me. He was shirtless and his nipples were made of bacon. Been dying to use it in a fic ever since…lol. Oh! And I in no way, shape, or form own anything having to do with Queen's We are the Champions (and yes, that's the song Kagome was trying to parody…badly, I might add).