Prompt: Kindle

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Kagome shook off ever-increasing lecherous thoughts even Miroku would balk at and began straightening up.

Turning around, she stepped directly into Sesshomaru's unyielding chest. Armfuls of supplies tumbled to the floor.

"I have some ideas…"

His resonate, silky tone alone kindled something deep and needy within, burning low in her abdomen. Sturdy, magenta-stripped arms braced themselves on the either side of her. Claws tapped against the laminate. Trapped between the counter and his statuesque form, her heart fluttered, mouth parched, breaths shortened.

"L-like what?"

He leaned in.

Warm breath caressed her lips.

"For what purpose did you summon This Sesshomaru?"