Chapter 13
Pretty hair
She had stayed all day despite him having tried to send her away several times. She was stubborn and relentless when it came to insisting on what she wanted to do and not. So she remained.
With the little voice and strength the fever had allowed him, Sesshoumaru ended up tried waking her up.
"Kagome." He firmly said.
He was met with no response. But despite this, it did not bother him. Sesshoumaru took the time to observe the bartender before him. She had fallen asleep while taking care of his fever, by his bedside, arms crossed on his blanket. Her head laid on top of them, exposing her left profile.
He had known she was lovely, but never to the point where he had acquired enough detail to truly describe her as exquisite. He thought of her lashes as long and full and marveled at how her wavy hair trickled down her cheeks, sticking to their slightly moist surface. The luminosity of her supple skin brought a tenderness to her quirky exterior. And what he found the most endearing about her were her lips. Chapped yet naturally tinted like the inner bud of cherry blossoms. They were of a tint of deep pink, reminiscent of the flush he had noticed on her as he teased her a few nights ago.
"Hn." He spat. This woman is dangerous. The greater Taisho thought.
He looked away for a brief moment to hear her mumble in her sleep.
"Stupid—Sessh. With—stupid. Pretty. Hair." Her words were distinctively emitted in that order and had caught him off guard. He did not know whether he found it insulting or simply stupid of her to even think of him.
But who was he to judge? After all, he did think of her often. Coming to such realization, a swift smirk came onto his emotionless face as the back of his fingers grazed her cheek gently, lovingly.
He felt heat in his mind and body he hadn't felt before.
What have you done, Kagome?