prompt: a kiss on the space between collarbones.
"They're called headphones."
Sesshoumaru observed the flimsy black wires running down his hand, eyes straying to the earbud held between forefinger and thumb. "What exactly do they do?" he sniffed.
Grinning, Kagome shuffled herself closer from her sitting position, shoulder bumping his. They were still fully dressed, unlike their usual routine. Instead of jumping his bones immediately, the miko had brought along a lunch and been sure to pack green tea (his favourite) and dried meats since it was all he seemed to eat.
While eating together in their secret cave, Kagome had brought out her music player.
Reaching up and carefully minding back a fall of hair from his elfin point, she smiled and took the earbud- putting one in. It sat in his ear snugly, and she took the other, wearing it herself. Pressing the 'play' button- rock music immediately deafened their hearing.
'WHHHOOOAA! I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR, YA!'
Sesshoumaru jolted and hissed, fangs showing.
Kagome groaned, wincing. "Damn it, Souta!"
Quickly lowering the volume and kissing the space between the demon's collarbones as an apology, she tutted. "My brother always goes through my stuff. He must have been messing around with it and added things more to his taste. Urghh this song sucks. Don't worry, I definitely added some stuff more up your ally."
Sesshoumaru was still reeling, fairly certain he was now deaf in one ear.
Kagome quickly spammed 'skip' until gentle notes caressed them instead. "Better?"
Familiar sounds reached him through the terrible ringing left over from that blast of sheer nonsense. It was soothing, elegant and nostalgic, calling forth memories from when he was just a pup. Sesshoumaru tucked his chin down, resting his head back against the cool cave wall and exhaling. Peace unfurled in the depths of his chest.
Mother was adept at the koto. He could remember lifting his head from where it lay on her knee and watching long, pristine nails pluck at strings, calling forth beautiful melodies that had lulled him back to sleep. If he focused, even the light, gentle stroke of her palm over his snowy white fur could be felt, a phantom touch.
Sesshoumaru fell silent for some time.
Not wanting to disturb him, Kagome remained still until the end of the song, keeping her tone hushed.
"It's pretty, I thought you might like-" her words trailed off upon seeing his face, "...it."
His breaths had evened out. Magenta lids were shut, the markings reminding her of those exotic types of animals that gave the illusion of something else. Like owl butterflies. Sesshoumaru's resembled his eyes when they bled red, giving the casual observer a fright in thinking he was very much awake. Wondering if the markings were a defensive thing to protect him, Kagome settled closer and erected a barrier over the cave. He was incredibly, absurdly powerful, and yet her own protective instincts couldn't be stifled.
No one will hurt you while you sleep, she vowed.
Hours later, when Kagome would finally snuggle up in her futon alone, she'd come to realise it was the first covert meeting they'd had in which they hadn't had sex.