Poke

Kagome blushed, stuttered and could do naught but stare. She wasn't sure if she was more embarrassed by the terminology or disconcerted by the fact that Sesshoumaru had taken care of the bill. Thanking her sometimes-friend, she left the building and after a quick look around the parking lot, found him buried beneath the hood of her car, his suit jacket tossed through the window she seemed to have left open.

She couldn't help it. Again she was left with staring, even as irritation started to rear its ugly head. Marching across the parking lot, she peeked around his broad shoulders and watched his hands maneuver through items she didn't even know the name of, covering his hands in grease. Ruffled, she set her hands on her hips. "How much was the bill?" she demanded

He grunted and ignored her. He wasn't a master with machines but he certainly knew enough to know that this one was beyond saving. For Kami's sake, there was duct tape and paper clips and bubble gum and random bits of string! What in the world was she thinking driving around in this heap? He turned to her. "You need a new car."

She flushed and couldn't help it. She squeezed between him and the hood, slammed said part down and turned around to poke him in the chest, a scowl on her pretty lips. "I told you we don't need your money. Me or my baby," she muttered, continuously poking him in the chest.

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