Title: Secret Sweet Tooth
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Triple [drabble#97]
Rating: T
Words: 400
Genre: Humour, Romance
Summary: Kagome develops a sweet tooth and Sesshoumaru reveals he doesn't share too well.
A/N: For Rowdy, I know it's a bit late, but have a good birthday!
Sango crooked a brow as Kagome bounced into the apartment, arms laden heavily with sweet treats packaged in a light primrose confectionary box that was tied with a twirling ribbon.
The pink tinged cheeks and the smile that was suffused with pleasure had lingered on Kagome's countenance all week and Sango was beginning to get suspicious.
"What's that?" Sango asked, joining her friend in the kitchen.
"Hm?" Kagome blinked in surprise at Sango, "Oh, this? It's kasutera cake."
She opened the box to reveal the two neat slices and deftly arranged them onto two china plates for Sango and herself.
Snagging the packaging, Sango examined the label proclaiming it to have come from 'The Kinomoto Bakery'.
"Kinomoto?" Sango hummed, rolling the name around in her mouth, "where have I heard that recently?"
"Ah, it's Hiten-kun's mother's bakery," Kagome admitted bashfully.
"So your new boyfriend is responsible for my intake of triple the recommended daily guidelines of sugar each day?" Sango needled teasingly.
Kagome's brows furrowed innocently. "I have no idea what you mean!" she protested, "Hiten-kun and I are just catching up!"
"Hm, Hiten-kun, eh?" Sango niggled before tackling her slice of cake heaven, ignoring Kagome's flustered expression, "Sounds intimate."
"Sango-chan!" Kagome pouted.
Shrugging unrepentantly, Sango muttered, "At least the cake is good."
Sesshoumaru was not amused. He watched with dark eyes as Kagome half-skipped down the street to that infernal bakery that she visited every day after work.
Being shunned for a lesser male was unacceptable.
He would not allow such blasphemy.
"Kagome," he called, catching her arm as she attempted to duck into the bakery.
"What do you want?" she demanded, glowering at him.
"Undivided attention," he crooned, invading her personal space so that he was whispering in her ear.
"How old are you?" she grumbled, trying to extract her arm from his nefarious grip.
"I'm Inu, therefore I'm possessive of what is mine. And you, my little toy, are mine."
"I'm not yours," she bit out, mortified as a gaggle of school girls passed them and wondered if they were a couple.
"But the rise in your heartbeat says otherwise," he murmured, nipping her earlobe between deadly fangs and making her squeak in surprise, "does he cause you to feel this way?"
Finding strength in her embarrassment, she shoved him away. "Of course he does!"
"Who are you trying to convince?" he inquired mockingly, "me, or you?"