Chapter Seventeen — No
"I'm tired."
Kagome buried her face into Shippo's warm thigh. Her little baby had grown far taller than her, more than two metres, and had dwarfed her small body. In fact, Kagome fit comfortably in the kitsune's shadow with more than enough room to spare. The large size difference between the two had Kagome understanding Shippo's incessant need to cuddle with someone much bigger than you. Cuddling in his warmth made her feel safe and loved and never cold.
It was heavenly—and a knockout sleep combo.
Add on the fact Shippo's deft fingers were gently combing through her tangles raven tresses—the pent up frustration she'd been feeling was beginning to feel like a bad dream.
And then her fucking phone rang.
"Fuck you, no."
"Shippo laughed. "It's an unknown number, probably telemarketing."
"Well then… fuck them too."
The kitsune's grin was roguish in nature, giving him a wild, sly aura about him. "Want me to?"
Kagome glared at him. "You're disgusting."
Shippp dodged the smack Kagome had aimed at his chest, throwing the girl off his lap in the commotion. As a testament to how lethargic Kagome was feeling, she glared up at him from her position on the floor.
"You know… You're starting to sound exactly like Inuyasha."
(Ouch. That hurt.)
Kagome narrowed her eyes. "I do not."
"You do."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes—yes, you do."
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"...No."
(Brat.)