Sesshoumaru Comes to Dinner…Again
"They love my kitty!" the miko exclaimed as she looked over various online forum accounts and book review sites.
Normally such behavior would have been avoided and unacceptable at the dinner table—they having both agreed that such times were for them and no one else—but Sesshoumaru could not take away her joy with such childish reminders. Instead he merely inclined his head in congratulations and continued to dine upon his meal. He wasn't even sure if the miko knew he'd even acknowledged her words, her eyes trained upon the screen of the laptop that sat but a sparse distance from her where reviews of her latest short story were scrolling across at a mad rate.
But the joy upon the miko's face made up for it all…
Sesshoumaru sighed to himself as he remembered the months following the release of her last book about their "feudal fairy tale adventure" and the various interviews his miko had been forced to endure. Such callous questions had been asked of her—though Sesshoumaru knew all those now thought the tale a fantasy of the mind and not the reality it had been. And then had come to true torture…when the miko had been working on the continuation.
He had often taken refuge from her with her animals—and found himself forming a tighter bond with them as the miko seemed to thrust all their care upon himself. But, when she finally emerged from her study, the miko had smiled at him as if he were the only male in the world…
"They think naming Fluffy after you was a perfect idea," the miko continued, not even noticing the moment of reflection he'd gone through.
Sesshoumaru cast a glance in the direction of said feline. He was always aware of where that certain beast lay. The look upon the cat's face, the victory shown in the beast's eyes, was enough to cause Sesshoumaru to scowl with dislike. He made a mental note to scour the online sites later this evening and correct this grievous error.
He would never be like a cat.
Never.
Yet his eyes caught how the miko's fingers ran through the fur of the feline when the cat—sensing a prime invitation for loving—came over to her side. Jealousy filled him at the mere sight and Sesshoumaru found himself removing the cat from the equation. Despite the fact that he had prime rib going cold on his plate, Sesshoumaru lowered himself down and thrust his head where once the feline's body had resided and released a deep-chested thrum of contentment. The miko seemed not the notice the difference—much—as her fingers continued their grooming.
"You know," the miko said a minute later while her fingers still stroked through his hair, "Others have named their pets after you."
Sesshoumaru almost sat upright, but the feeling of her fingers running through his hair held him still. Instead of moving he gave a noncommittal hn, wrapped his arms around his miko's body, and closed his eyes as he focused on her. "It says here," the miko continued, "That someone named their hamster after you."
What?
Finish.