Prompt: Addiction
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Sesshomaru's scrutiny would've been intimidating, sensual even, if his magnifying glasses hadn't turned his fierce, golden eyes the size of dinner plates. That alone saved Kagome from spiraling.
In an effort to stall her response, she raised her shaking hands, pressing mightily against his chest. Hard muscles refused to budge. The corners of his lips twitched upward. Distantly she realized they hadn't touched since that night she summoned him.
Scents of pine and petrichor enveloped her, heady and addicting.
What had she told him before? It was hard to keep her half-truths straight.
"I was drunk. It was an accident."
