SUMMARY: Many longtime couples use toys to keep things interesting. Sesshoumaru and Kagome aren't any different...
Halfway through typing her latest chapter, a Nerf dart bounced off the back of her head.
With a yelp, Kagome flailed, her outline scattering across the bedroom floor as she whipped around and glared. "Sesshoumaru!"
Another dart popped her in between the eyes.
"Socks." Uncaring of her ire, he loaded the toy gun again. "Both of them." And then, he slipped out the door.
I'm gonna kill him.
Her outline rustled over the carpet, whispering its taunt of an unfinished chapter as the cursor blinked on her laptop, and she growled under her breath, indignantly ripping each sock from her feet with more force than necessary.
After I clobber him.
Listening for any signs of him outside the bedroom, Kagome ran for the closet and grabbed her own 'weapons,' taking a moment to fill a water pistol in the bathroom before opening the door a crack wider.
Her toy bow was nocked and ready.
"Where are you, you overgrown mongrel?" she muttered, slinking through the living room. It was silent save for the hum of the ceiling fan and the light tinkling of wind chimes from their porch. "Where"—a dart popped her in the ass—"argh!"
"Pure-blooded, Miko." He dodged when she shrieked and fired a blunted arrow his way. "Belt."
She managed to get a hit in before removing the designated article of clothing, pinging him right in the chest. "Slacks, Western Lord."
Arching a brow, Sesshoumaru reached for the button on his pants. "Not wasting time, are you?"
"I was halfway through that chapter." Circling around him, she slung the bow over her shoulder and took hold of her water pistol, pulling her belt through the loops on her shorts as his pants hit the ground. "Before the end of this, you'll be running through the house in nothing but your socks."
"Hn. Doubtful."
Another shot fired her way, but Kagome jumped over the back of the couch, narrowly avoiding a hit. "You know, there are better ways to get laid," she said, peeping over the cushions.
A dart whizzed over her head.
"None nearly so entertaining."
Kagome cursed and ducked back down.
"You can always surrender. In fact, you may as well." A second later, she screamed when he leapt nearly on top of her, yet another dart nailing her as he landed. "Shir—"
Water blasted him right in the eye. "Yours too."
Glaring, he pulled the clothing over his head just as she did, using the material to dry the liquid on his face. "Our weapons terms need to be renegotiated."
"Not giving up the water guns, Sesshoumaru." She tried to spray him again, but he sidestepped at the last second. "They even the playing field."
"Do they?" He smirked and evaded her again.
Kagome launched herself back over the couch, her rear bouncing off the seat and landing her on the floor, but she managed to catch his cheek with another stream on her way down. "Haha!"
"Gloating, Dear One?"
"Don't 'Dear One' me, you ambusher. Take out the hair tie."
Sesshoumaru chuckled, reaching up to slide out the band holding his hair back.
Long silver tresses came loose, and she watched them fall down his back and over his shoulders, contrasting starkly against the magenta markings and black of his boxers, and a little shiver ran down her spine.
No, no being distracted. Steeling her gaze, Kagome took up her bow again. "You're down to socks and your underwear Sesshoumaru. You're losing." She fired at a hip stripe and missed.
He didn't miss her, however. "And you are down to shorts and your panties."
Kagome's eyes widened. "What?"
"Bra, Miko."
Before she could get it off, he was gone.
"Oh no you don't!" With one eye on her surroundings, Kagome shucked off her bra and made a mad dash for the blinds, closing them. "You know the rules! I only have two garments left. You better comeback wearing a blindfold!"
It was only fair with his senses, after all.
Adrenaline pumping like it hadn't in far longer than she could remember, Kagome slunk through the living room into the kitchen. Every nerve on her feet and fingertips tingled, the muscles there twitching, ready to spring at a moment's notice.
Blinds shuttered in another room, and she jumped.
"Skittish, Miko?" His chuckle, dark and dangerous, echoed from somewhere near the back of the house.
The guest room. Creeping on her toes, she headed out of the kitchen and down the hall. It was folly to think he didn't hear her coming. In fact, it was impossible that he did not. But if he had the blindfold on? She then at least had a chance.
Bending her knees, Kagome crouched low and entered the guest room. "You're on your last legs, Sesshoumaru."
But he wasn't there.
Kagome blinked, straightening as she clutched her toy bow. Her eyes drifted to every dark corner, noting the absence of demon lord shaped shadows.
Not there, nor there…no lumps under the bed covers—
She froze.
The bed.
Not breathing, slowly, she lowered her eyes to the floor and glanced at the gap leading beneath it.
Two inches of silver hair stuck just out the bottom.
Gotcha.
Inhaling, she took two steps out into the hallway. It was going to hurt, wouldn't be fun. Her breasts were certainly going to have words with her afterward. But no matter the rug burn that she knew she wouldn't escape, it would be worth it.
The silver hair began to move.
Kagome let out a battle-cry and dove under the bed, firing her shot and banging her head on the bedrails at the same time.
"Boxers!" she cried, watching her little orange arrow bounce off his skull as her own reverberated from her collision with the metal. "Ow…"
"Are you insane?"
The frame rattled and shook, and before she could respond, the dark underside of the bed faded away in favor of the guest room's dim light as Sesshoumaru stood, taking the queen-size with him.
Kagome rolled to her back and squinted up at him before gasping. "You're supposed to be blindfolded!"
"Worry about that later, Kagome."
Instead, she just huffed and pointed at his hips. "I won. Take them off." She grabbed her bow again. "Or I'm taking the sock shot."
"No. Timeout."
"Not fair. You started it."
"And I am ending it." Bracing the bed against the wall, Sesshoumaru bent and carefully lifted her from the floor, exhaling his exasperation. "You could have a concussion. What were you thinking?"
"Um, that I was winning."
He brushed her hair back from her forehead, a frown forming on his face as he carried her into the living room. "There is already a knot forming."
At least her chest wasn't as bad as she had predicted. Her hand reached up, brushing just below her hairline. "A knot, huh?" She winced.
He paused just past the coffee table and stared at her before turning back toward the kitchen. "I am getting ice."
"Sesshoumaru, I'm fine."
"To be determined."
She huffed. Stubborn, overprotective inu… "You can put me down."
"No."
It wasn't worth arguing. Laying her head down against his shoulder, she waited, listening as he opened drawers and rooted around for a freezer bag. The sound of the ice maker came next, frozen cubes tumbling over each other into plastic before he zipped it up and wrapped it in a dishtowel.
"Hold this here."
She rolled her eyes but pressed the covered icebag to her forehead.
He was marching back through the living room a second later.
"Where are we going?"
"Bathroom."
Breezing through the door, Sesshoumaru sidestepped her scattered outline and flicked on the light, depositing her on the counter.
"I'm not a child." Kagome crossed her arms over her breasts and gave him a look. "Or a patient."
"Eyes," he said, bending to her height.
She met his, humoring him. "You're insufferable."
"I do not care." Turning her face more into the light, he focused on her pupils and scowled when she made a face. "Stop it."
"I'm fine!"
"Headache, double-vision—"
"Good grief, if there were two of you right now…"
"—dizzy, nauseated?"
"No, no, no, and no."
"Walk to the shower and back."
It was too much. While she understood his concern, empathized with his paranoia, enough was enough. Maintaining eye contact, she slapped the ice down and shimmied off the counter, pointing outside the bathroom door. "I am walking into the bedroom and picking up my outline."
Before he could stop her, she did just that.
In the aftermath of their 'battle,' Kagome surveyed their room. Her outline was easily enough gathered and returned to her desk. With one arm still crossed over her chest, she quickly closed the opened blinds as she piled the papers neatly to the side of her laptop, taking a quick sip of her abandoned tea right after.
Ugh, cold. She made a face and set it back down.
The cursor in her word processor was still blinking when she glimpsed it, and she saved her file, closing the computer for safekeeping after in case an unpredictably frisky demon got any ideas again.
Unpredictable.
Nostalgia spread over her lips, and she glanced again at her computer and outline. Very little was unpredictable where Sesshoumaru was concerned. But these rare moments—these little bits where he broke free and lived uninhibited—were what she cherished most.
Centuries ago, if anyone had told her she'd see him one day cut loose and play, she would have thought them crazy. But time had a funny way of changing things.
"What are you thinking?" From behind, his arms wrapped around her, long fingers seeking the button of her shorts and slipping it through its loop as he walked them back toward the bed.
Her zipper was next.
Laughing, she reached behind her and tugged at his waistband. "That you're the one who lost. Why are these still on?"
"It was a draw."
Kagome snorted, stepping out of the panties he tugged down along with her shorts. "It was definitely not a draw." She curled into his lap as he sat on the bed, her arms sliding around his neck. "And you cheated."
"Unintentionally." When she gave him a skeptical look, he shrugged. "The blindfold was left in my pocket."
"Ah." Pushing on his chest until he lay back, she eased her hard-won spoils down his hips. "So, it was my fault for taking them first?"
"Precisely." He kicked the boxers free.
Things became a blur after that. He kissed her—she knew that much. Dragged her under the covers with him. Warm hands explored her skin inch by inch, rendering her unfinished chapter a thing of the past in favor of this ever-mounting present, and she closed her eyes, everything but the two of them slipping away.
"I thought you were worried about a concussion," she said, harsh, panting breaths sticking in her chest as he grasped her hips and drew them into his.
Sesshoumaru leaned up, his lips brushing the knot on her forehead. "It is just a goose egg."
"Oh, is it now?" Her foot traveled his leg, hooking around his waist as her lids grew heavy.
She could feel the heat of him sink into her.
"I could've sworn it was more serious," she breathed, inhaling the wild scent her that was uniquely his own.
He chuckled then, his weight suddenly heavier against her, and he drew her other leg up over his hip. "I will be gentle."
Everything else faded away, that all-embracing lethargy kicking in and melting them into one, and Kagome grinned. "I'd rather you weren't."
*No Nerf toys were harmed in the writing of this fic.*
