Birthday
Prompt: Crude interruption
Universe: AU
Genre: Humour, Romance
950 Words
On the morning of her twenty-fifth birthday, Kagome woke up with a pounding headache.
She whined piteously and curled up under her blankets, feeling sore and miserable all around.
Everything felt hazy and her mouth might as well been filled with sand.
Inuyasha, she resolved groggily, she would blame Inuyasha for this. And Sango too. Kagome wasn't a party girl, she would have been happy to just stay at home and spend the evening with her closest friends but no. Inuyasha and Sango had insisted that for her twenty-fifth, there had to be a party.
She had a foggy recollection of Inuyasha's grinning face.
"C'mon Kags, you should try to let loose every now and then, it won't hurt you. Here, drink this."
Kagome groaned. Note to self, she thought ruefully, give Inuyasha a good beating.
She burrowed into her pillow and mattress and closed her eyes, willing herself to go back to sleep… but then a strange sound finally registered in her pained, fuzzy brain; that of running water.
Kagome sat up with a jolt, immediately regretting it as the hammering in her head grew ten-fold and her queasy stomach lurched. She clamped her hand over her mouth and then took in her bedroom, the alarming clues jumping out to her all at once.
The discarded clothes, only half of which were hers, haphazardly littering the bedroom floor. The crumpled sheets and the faint, masculine scent lingering on the pillow next to hers. Her very apparent nakedness… and the closed bathroom door behind which the shower was running.
Oh god, she blanched, dread gripping at her insides. She hugged the blanket to her chest, her knuckles white.
What the hell had happened last night? She wasn't this person, she wasn't the girl who slept around. She had never had a one night stand before, so why…?
The water stopped running and Kagome held her breath.
Why or how didn't matter right now, only one question was of importance – and judging by the shuffling noises coming from her bathroom, it would be answered soon enough.
Who?
Just who could she have slept with?
Please don't be Kouga, she thought desperately, hearing the footsteps grow nearer. She'd never manage to convince him that she wasn't interested in him if she had allowed him in her bed in a drunken haze.
The door opened.
Kagome's jaw dropped.
Her gaze travelled from the fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, up over the expanse of pale muscled chest, to the gleaming wet silver-white hair cascading his back. She took in the fine features of his face, the golden eyes, the lips curved in the slightest hint of a smirk.
He crossed his arms and casually leaned against the doorframe.
"Good morning, Kagome."
Kagome swallowed, her mind reeling.
Well that would explain it, her unusual behaviour from last night.
If it was Sesshoumaru it was no wonder that she had chosen to ignore the voice of reason. Even now, no matter how wretched she was feeling, the sight of him, half-naked in her bedroom, stole her breath.
She had a weak spot for Sesshoumaru. He was like a chocolate-y treat – sinfully delicious, oh so tempting and quite possibly no good for her.
However, unlike a chocolate-y treat, Sesshoumaru was absolutely forbidden. Out of her loyalty towards Inuyasha, she had resolved to put her inappropriate feelings aside.
Though now, as she hesitantly peered at the object of her desires, it seemed the harm was done.
"Morning," she managed to squeak, heat rushing to her cheeks.
His eyes flashed and the corner of his lips quirked. He stalked over and sat down at the edge of the bed.
Kagome's breath hitched when he set his hands down on the mattress. Caged between his toned arms, she promptly forgot all about her pounding head and uneasy stomach. She leaned towards him, subconsciously, the tip of her tongue darting to wet her lips.
And then he was kissing her, hungry, demanding; every bit as toe-curling as she had always imagined it to be. A content mewl bubbled in her throat as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She let the blanket drop and tangled her fingers in his hair.
Sesshoumaru released her lips and devoted his lavish attention to her neck in turn. Kagome sighed and pressed close, hooking one of her legs around his waist, tugging the towel loose in the process.
Kagome was lost in her own world, a world where the only things that mattered were the languid warmth stirring at the pit of her stomach, the feel of his skin against her own, the way his mouth gently sucked on the side of her neck.
Therefore, she didn't hear the key turn in the lock or the marching footsteps crossing her living room.
The bedroom door swung open just as a particularly skilful tongue maneuver of Sesshoumaru's elicited a blissful moan from Kagome.
"Happy birthday Kagome!" a familiar gruff voice greeted cheerfully. "I brought you some medicine and breakfast– What the hell?!"
Kagome groaned. Her shoulders slumped and her head fell to rest against Sesshoumaru's shoulder. Of all the times for him to be the considerate best friend, why had it had to be now?
Sesshoumaru ran his hand through her hair in a soothing gesture, then gently untangled himself from her. Kagome blushed and quickly pulled the blanket up again. Sesshoumaru, however, turned to the young man sputtering in the doorway. He crossed the room, unabashed by his nakedness, and grabbed the take out bag from his younger brother's feeble fingers.
"Thanks, Inuyasha. Now if you don't mind, we're a bit busy."
And with that, Sesshoumaru firmly shut the door and returned to Kagome.