Prompt: a kiss on the stomach
"I'm pregnant."
Kagome sat before the demon lord in his chambers, fingers laced together in her lap to keep from fidgeting. Sesshoumaru remained silent, sitting upon their nest of furs that he'd been in the middle of inviting her to lay upon when those fateful words had slipped out into the shadowed room. Moonlight filtered through shoji screens, touching silver hair in gentle tones.
His muscles had tensed, golden eyes steadily growing wide. He now stared at her with disbelief, features frozen as though he'd been carved from stone.
Kagome tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. "You okay?" she asked tentatively.
Sesshoumaru did not respond, the faintest rise and fall of his chest the only indication he was even breathing. Standing, Kagome awkwardly walked around him.
"Sesshoumaru?" she touched his shoulder, using a little too much force and tipping his large form over to land on his side with a soft 'thud.' This seemed to wake the demon from his stupor- and Sesshoumaru quickly righted himself, grabbing her waist and blinking.
"Are you certain?" he uttered, voice thin.
She winced, "your mother told me. I haven't taken a test or anything but I'm late on my period now. S-so...it's very likely. Can you smell anything different about me?"
Sesshoumaru's gaze fell to her stomach, and he slowly tugged the blue obi around her waist loose. Sliding a hand between the parting of her yukata to touch bare skin- causing Kagome to shiver- he pushed the folds aside to bare her flat stomach. He inhaled, nostrils flaring near her thighs and making her blush.
"This one detected a change in your scent but I...put it down to something else," he mumbled.
"What was it?"
"You will laugh."
"Noo! No, I won't- promise!" resting both hands on his shoulders, she gave a reassuring pat.
Sesshoumaru huffed, glancing away. "...I assumed the new scent accompanying you was your sword."
Kagome clamped her mouth shut and bit the inside of her cheek. "D-do swords usually have their own individual scents?"
"Somewhat."
They stared at each other for a heavy moment, before abruptly bursting into quiet laughter- the miko's snuffed out when he rested a crescent moon forehead against her navel. Tentative fingers met silver bangs, combing through them reverently. Sesshoumaru glided careful hands over her waist, dipping to the curve of her hips and lower still to rub his thumbs over the backs of her thighs.
"Children, pups...it has happened sooner than anticipated."
Kagome's eyes slid shut and she sighed, making a noise of affirmation.
Calloused palms dragged up to her stomach, and he lifted his head to look up at her. "Nonetheless, I cannot pretend to be displeased."
Blue eyes snapped open and something like relief folded inside Kagome's chest. She weakened and sank down, climbing atop his lap and burying her face in his shoulder. A long breath hissed through her parted lips as she shuddered.
"I'm incredibly happy to hear that- but it really is so soon," she mumbled, the words muffled by silk clothing. "I mean, us- parents!" Kagome pulled back to look at him, driving home just how worried she felt. "I can't even take full responsibility for Shippo sometimes. He just does his own thing. What if our kid becomes spoiled because I'm not firm enough?"
Sesshoumaru opened his mouth but she cut him off with a dry look. "You won't be any better. Rin has you wrapped around her little finger."
He huffed, falling quiet in begrudging agreement. They slipped into a more amiable silence, hands straying as though to assure one another that they were still there, still solid and real. They'd get through anything, even something as unexpected and monumental as this.
"This complicates your plans to travel and assist others."
Kagome nodded, sinking into his warmth and wrapping her arms tight around his middle. The power radiating off him in waves was always a source of inexplicable comfort. "I can probably get away with doing it for a few months, but then once I give birth...do we stay here to raise them until they're old enough to come with us?"
Sesshoumaru's gaze slid away. "This one would prefer we raise our family in a separate location. A home, rather than a Stronghold as I was. It is...more fitting."
Affection bloomed- a bright and consuming heat that rushed through her cheeks to leave evidence of a blush behind, curling right down to her toes. I love him, Kagome thought. She truly loved the taciturn, haughty, beautiful demon currently wrapped around her. How funny and surreal.
"I'd like that too," Kagome smiled so wide it hurt, glowing inside.
His ageless attention moved back to her and she let out a yelp upon feeling herself be dropped- back hitting the plush furs.
His weight settled over her, the sensation of firm lips pressing ardently against her stomach becoming apparent. Kagome's breath hitched. Her hands slid to cradle his face as golden eyes met hers.
Slowly, Sesshoumaru's lips tilted up, giving a genuine smile. "It will not be easy," he acknowledged.
"I know," she murmured. "We haven't even lived together yet. I'm sure there's a bunch of habits we have that'll get on each other's nerves. You already dislike it when I hog all the furs."
"You are forgetting when you put your cold feet on my legs too."
"Well at least I don't spend ages brushing my hair- which causes us to be late for things I might add," she huffed, unable to stop smiling.
Sesshoumaru smirked, leaning into her touch and fanning a warm breath over her wrist. Worry slid into her scent as she began thinking about motherhood, so he nipped her skin to gain her attention. "We have slain countless foes and prevailed against uncertain odds, we will be fine."
Kagome giggled, stroking a striped cheek. "Somehow I think fighting ogres would be easier than raising kids. Ah...I guess we should probably mate soon, hm?"
His expression shifted subtly, markings becoming bolder beneath her touch. "Indeed," he rumbled, the vibration of his hungry growl thrumming through his chest and shooting straight down to her core.
Shivering, Kagome lifted a palm, smiling when he accepted the silent request and laced long deadly fingers through her own, hands meeting to clasp tight on the furs beside her dark head of hair.
"I'll get cranky, and probably become demanding with my cravings. Don't forget the mood swings and aches."
"That is fine."
"We'll have to get up at odd hours of the morning to feed them, change them- I don't even know anything about hanyou pups! Will they be born as babies or puppies? Will they have tiny triangle ears like Inuyasha-" blue eyes flew wide. "Oh God, Sesshoumaru am I in danger of having a litter?"
With a silky chuckle that answered none of her questions- that perfectly gorgeous, addicting mouth was suddenly pressing against hers, coaxing out a moan, touch shifting and body moving to sate the quiet hum of skin hunger. They did not exchange coherent words for a little while after that, but they'd come to talk more. Perhaps the situation was far from traditional but the union of a sassy modern miko and a sneering feudal demon was hardly the norm.
They would rise to the occasion, they vowed, allowing themselves to indulge in happier daydreams of holding their child and teaching them swordplay- using a wooden sword of course- Sesshoumaru assured her.
Slipping into sleep, they held each other close. In the morning Kagome would stir to find a clawed hand resting on the side of her stomach protectively.