prompt: a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.
"You know, when your reiki and youki brush against each other, it kinda feels like you're playing footsie under the table."
Kagome blinked, roused from her impromptu daydream and arching a brow at Shippo. "H-huh?"
The fox kit shrugged, licking at a lollipop casually while she tried and failed to scrub a bloodstain from a yukata in a tub filled with steaming water. "That was Sesshoumaru's energy passing by the hut just now, wasn't it? Find it kinda weird that your spiritual powers don't repel him but almost eagerly reach out instead. It's like they know each other really well, or are hmmnn...intimately acquainted?"
Rolling a stiff shoulder, she frowned and kneaded the sore, aching muscle at the back of her neck. It had begun acting up since she started washing clothes. Maybe the positions Sesshoumaru had lowered her into while seeking the most pleasurable angle were starting to take their toll. "I'm sure you're just imagining it Shippo."
"Heh, nope I'm not."
Kagome's mouth turned dry but she scrubbed stained clothes against the washboard more aggressively, water sloshing about loudly from her ministrations and soaking her arm. "Spit it out then, buddy. Why's it important?"
The fox kit cushioned his head with his arms, elbows bent. Green eyes glittered with mischief. "I don't have anything to say about it~ not my fault your energies are flirting so openly."
Stiffening and then hissing at the pulsing, tight sensation cramping her muscle behind her neck and shoulder, she forced a smile. "They're not flirting, Shippo. Ahahaha, promise! Don't go blurting that around, k?" she chirped. "People might get the wrong idea."
Cherubic features stared up at her, batting delicate lashes innocently. "I think I'll go tell Sango and Miroku."
"WHAT?" hysteria laced her voice.
"Better yet, maybe the whooole village should know."
"Shippo- no!"
"Hello everyone!" Rin called happily, ducking under the flap covering Kaede's hut, arms full of edible fungi.
Shippo immediately whirled to look at her with a large, toothily grin. "Hey Rin, guess what?"
"Hm?"
Opening his mouth to blurt something- Shippo found himself snatched back, a hand pressing over his lips. Kagome beamed and petted unruly red locks firmly, "n-nothing Rin! Shippo just has an over-active imagination, that's all."
Rin tilted her head while the kit wriggled and squirmed in Kagome's arms, seconds before he let out a muffled 'transform!' and burst from her arms in a puff of smoke. She was left groping open air as he flew free as a small frog, hopping towards the door.
"Stop him!" Kagome yelled, hurrying to stand but having to pause and wince, clutching her shoulder.
Rin dutifully obeyed and grabbed an empty pot, trying and failing to slam it down over the leaping frog. The miko felt her stomach drop as he lept out under the entrance, no doubt fleeing. Dread, nausea and fear climbed up her throat like she'd swallowed mud, body rejecting it.
If their secret got out and Sesshoumaru felt cornered and exposed, he could potentially break off their arrangement. For some reason, she just couldn't handle the idea. Kagome grit her teeth, forcing herself to rise and push past the discomfort. Anything was better than being denied that warm, safe, pleasurable place Sesshoumaru took her to. Words of panic built upon her tongue- before the flap was pushed back.
Ducking inside their humble hut, the Daiyoukai straightened.
Kagome's heart automatically skipped a beat, mouth opening soundlessly and clicking shut the second he raised a hand. A fluffy tail was grasped in his fist, Shippo hanging from a tight grip and squeaking.
"I-I was just teasing," he said thinly.
"Hn," frosty golden eyes strayed down to the kit. "Jokes should not lead to the distress of your pack member, brat."
Shippo whimpered an apology and was released to pounce off the floor and into the safety of her arms while Kagome shook her head. "It's fine, Shippo. You didn't realise," she mumbled.
Rin piped up in greeting to the stoic lord, who acknowledged her with an incline of his head, eyes softening just a touch.
After assuring Shippo that she was alright, he and Rin exchanged conspiratory glances while heading out of the hut together, whispering fiercely. Kagome immediately pinched the bridge of her nose when left alone, sighing.
"That was a close one," she exhaled in a rush, rubbing sore flesh absentmindedly. "I mean did you hear him? He was going to blab to everyone that we were flirting! I nearly died from panic."
Sesshoumaru regarded her with a peculiar intentness to his severe gaze, shifting over her features carefully. She noticed he usually returned to his guarded and aloof persona when out in public, so different from when they were alone in the cave together.
"It was fortunate this one caught him then," he uttered quietly. Drawing himself forward, Sesshoumaru then stepped around her, attention straying.
Feeling like circled prey, Kagome clutched at her shoulder and blushed. She was about to ask what was wrong when the demon lowered himself to sit behind her.
"What are you doing?" a thin hiss slid out.
"Spare me the theatrics and lower your garment."
Red-faced, Kagome's hands fretted. "We can't do anything- what if someone walks in?"
His attention flicked up to her eyes, a wicked smile lifting kissable lips. "As much as the idea of pleasuring you covertly in public appeals to me, that was not my intention. You are in discomfort."
Her breathing stalled as he tugged the back of her summer yukata down, exposing the creamy expanse of her shoulders. Sesshoumaru swept the thick fall of curling black hair over one side to expose her neck, brushing the crook of one finger across her exquisite nape.
Kagome shivered, hands curling in her clothing. Her senses spread out nervously, searching for any sign of her friends approaching the hut.
"Relax," he tutted, tone sharp and the opposite of soothing. Giving a sigh that fanned warm breath over her flesh- Sesshoumaru pressed a long kiss to the flesh between her neck and shoulder. He then caressed the spot, massaging sore muscle with the pads of deft fingers and thumb. Kagome caught herself moaning openly- a hand clamping over her mouth. Blue eyes widened slightly when she realised it belonged to the demon and was not her own. "You will give us away, miko," a velvety voice purred.
She wanted to ask why he was doing this for her, but he seemed to understand her muffled noise.
"This one is partially responsible for this, I'd wager. Set aside your qualms for now, no one will see," he uttered, pressing more lingering, open-mouthed kisses to burning skin. "The sight of you lasciviously caught in carnal need belongs to this Sesshoumaru alone."
Squeezing her eyes shut, Kagome held the steel band of his arm like a lifeline as he continued working out the knots in her muscles. His calloused palm soon became slick with her saliva as she couldn't help but moan and lick any available flesh. Two fingers- the claws clipped blunt for...recreational uses- pressed against her lips. She accepted them into her mouth and lewdly sucked, tongue curling around the digits and treating them very reminiscent of something else.
Feathery bangs tickled her neck as Sesshoumaru bent his head, letting out a halting breath. "From the glare Inuyasha sent my way, the runt no doubt knows of our agreement," a sinuous, wet tongue slid over her nape. "He likely thinks I have corrupted you, miko. No one need know the truth...the endless depths of your hunger."
By now she was squirming, ashamed of herself but also uncaring. Her body sighed and melted in his hands, becoming putty. Sesshoumaru's touch strayed from her shoulder, inching down her collarbone and gliding lower-
Footsteps crunching on dried earth caught their attention.
Soaked digits were ripped from her mouth, Kagome shoving his arm away in panic as Sesshoumaru yanked her yukata back up her shoulders.
By the time Kaede entered, the demon and miko were 5 feet apart, Kagome preparing tea.
The old woman rose a brow, her single eye straying between the two and noting the rumpled curl of Kagome's collar. Nonetheless, she shuffled in and began helping her brightest student.
It wasn't any of her business.