Prompt: a kiss on the corner of the mouth.
"I got you something."
His eyes immediately brightened in an endearing and almost boyish way. Kagome bit the inside of her cheek at witnessing such a rare expression of anticipation race over his ancient features before it was snuffed out. Sesshoumaru tilted his chin up haughtily.
"Oh?" he hummed, unruffled.
Kagome giggled, shifting her naked body on the furs within the cave and leaning over his muscled thigh to rifle through her bulging yellow back-pack. She could feel the heat of his gaze glide over her arched back- and a hand inevitably met the base of her spine, stroking over the curve of her ass and descending between parted thighs, seeking-
"Hey! No!" Kagome squeaked, covering herself and growling. "No gift-giving if you keep messing around."
"This one would like to point out that there is a 'gift' readily available to me between your legs," he purred, unabashed.
A lazy, dishevelled, perverted Sesshoumaru was an increasingly less rare sight these days, Kagome dryly mused. She secretly adored his bedhead. Silver strands looked like rumpled ribbons instead of sleek strands running down broad shoulders. Pride and possessiveness coiled in Kagome's chest at the sight of hickeys and love bites littering his body, mirroring her own.
"Yeah well you already indulged in that today," she huffed, squeezing slick thighs together and feeling her skin heat. "Behave yourself."
It was indicative of how stepped in afterglow Sesshoumaru truly was that he didn't growl or glare at the command. He merely grunted with a playful smirk, midsummer night eyes darkening.
Kagome turned back to her pack, fishing out a small grey box and brandishing with a flourish. "Aha!"
Arching a brow, Sesshoumaru rested a casual hand on her thigh as she straightened and turned back to him.
"Remember when you- when you um...first propositioned me?" she murmured softly.
"Indeed. It was after I'd attended the Southern Lord's gathering at his plateau," he hummed, gaze turning thoughtful. He'd been finely dressed, much like Mother. He still wasn't sure what had possed him to fly over Edo after the party. "Why ask?"
"Well it's just...I wanted to thank you for that night," Kagome mumbled, thrusting the box into his hands. "Just take it!"
Sesshoumaru regarded her quietly, directing his gaze to the humble box sitting within his large palm. Opening the lid revealed a pair of delicately crafted earrings.
To anyone else, it would be an incredibly random gift. They'd perhaps see it as an insult directed at a warlord, especially one as androgynous as he. Yet Sesshoumaru didn't possess one self-conscious bone in his body, Kagome knew that. He'd looked otherworldly that night, draped in more lavish layers than usual with the smoke of pipe curling around him.
The image of the Daiyoukai offering shelter from the rain on a mere whim lay seared into her mind- every detail, including the earrings he'd worn.
Thin lips curved, and clawed fingers twitched, giving into impulse and lifting one out. It was designed to curve over his pointed tip, shining faintly silver and sprawling down the length of the shell of his ear with an intricate design, a crescent moon held between the metalwork.
Looking up, he found Kagome biting on her bottom lip subconsciously, her face reluctantly giving way to a smile. "To make up for the one you lost," she murmured. "Yours are finer, I'm sure, but I hope these are okay."
Jewellery wasn't exactly something women tended to gift men often, but then again they were hardly conventional themselves.
"How did you come to possess these? Human ears aren't shaped this way," he hummed.
"Ah, d-don't sweat the small details," Kagome nervously laughed and waved it off, not wanting to provoke his ire by going into detail about people who cosplayed as elves. And took it very seriously, judging by how pricey they'd been. "S-so...do you like them?"
"Hn," he gazed at them without emotion.
She leaned against the warmth of his side, now knowing that was just how Sesshoumaru looked when deep in thought. She didn't exactly need thanks. Long legs shifted and mokomoko curled around her waist, the furs brushing the underside of her breast and eliciting a shiver. Kagome inwardly mewled when the Daiyoukai lifted her onto his lap.
"It has been a month since that night."
Her heart skidded, tripped up, and then thundered into overdrive, hands drawing back to her chest to try and stifle the pounding noise he could no doubt hear from within. He remembered...
"Yes," she said softly.
It wasn't like they could meet all the time, but they'd had their trysts at least 4 times a week and that wasn't counting how long they spent locked together or how many times he'd take her. Kagome couldn't stop blushing. Maybe he was more smooth, romantic and thoughtful than she'd given him credit for in the past.
Sesshoumaru nonchalantly reached to his mouth and plucked a canine loose.
Letting out a scream, Kagome hurriedly pressed her hands to his lips to try and stop the bleeding. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Don't go randomly taking out your teeth!"
He huffed and pushed her hand aside. "I did not bring a gift, but this is priceless-" he seized her arm and forced her to take it. "You are aware of what a fang from a Daiyoukai can do. Currently you do not have a weapon suited for close-range combat. Take this and it will be of use."
"But I'm not a demon," Kagome squeaked, thoroughly grossed out by the blood on her palm. The tooth is still warm.
Sesshoumaru tossed his head, eyeing her flatly. "The will of the fang is the will of the original bearer. It will work as I want it to."
"T-thanks," she said, pushing aside her squeamishness and looking at the facts. It would definitely turn into a strong weapon if she asked Totosai nicely to forge it for her. In his own way, Sesshoumaru was just giving her what he assumed all beings wanted; power.
Gentling, Kagome sat up on her knees, using his shoulder as leverage- and pressed a kiss to the corner of his bloodied mouth. It tasted like iron. Her tongue flicked out instinctively to lick it away, before stiffening and realising what she'd done.
I really have become weird since hanging out with demons so much.
Sesshoumaru didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, his eyes were darker than ever. With a shove, she fell back onto the furs, his body leaning over hers and hand straying south, seeking the 'gift' between her legs once more.