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Stubborn

Kagome's eyes filled with tears.

"I am so sorry. I did not realize the damage I had caused. Please allow me to at least fix it." She inched toward him.

"This Sesshoumaru does not need your help."

Kagome's eyebrow twitched in irritation. Why did he have to be so stubborn? She advanced on him, and to his surprise, pushed him back onto his bed. His eyes lost their redness, and his blood pooled elsewhere with the implications of their situation.

"Listen here, stubbornness isn't going to get you anywhere. Just...please allow me to fix my mistakes." She wrung her hands, pleading with him.

It disturbed him that she was able to break past his barriers with general ease. Could this be a result of their training? What else will come of their ill-fated exploration?

Her soft eyes glowed in the candlelight. She bit her lip, pulling it into her mouth; concern for him written all over her face. Why did this matter to her? What could she possibly gain from barging into his personal quarters? Sex? Wealth? Status? Was this part of her plan, to injure him, only to use her powers as a bargaining chip? No one ever did anything without an ulterior motive.

"You healed our soldiers." He pointed out.

Kagome looked taken back for a moment.

"I did. I needed an outlet for all that energy you riled up. I figured it might as well be of some good use."

"Yet, you did not see to it that I was healed first." He pointed out.

Guilt seized her chest. Maybe he had a right to be mad at her.

"Did this Sesshoumaru not heal you when you were injured?"

She face turned red at the memory. "You...you did, but…" She sighed. "You are right, Sesshoumaru-sama. I should have healed you first, but in my defense, we were so angry with each other. I believe you have avoided me as much as I have avoided you today."

He jaw clenched. She was, of course, correct. He had been avoiding her like a plague.

"Quit being a pain in the ass, and just let me heal you!" Kagome shouted.

"Alright." He said simply. Whether or not she had a hidden agenda, did not change his need to be rid of his pain. Or perhaps her determination to heal him was becoming endearing.

"And you know what else...wait did you agree?" Kagome stared at him stunned.

"This Sesshoumaru will not repeat himself."

The futon sank under his weight as Sesshoumaru moved across the bed until he sat with his back against the stone wall. His heated eyes watched as Kagome crawled on all fours across the thick, dark, fur blankets to reach him. He swallowed back a rush of arousal at sight of her. It was apparent that she had not changed clothes for her invasion. She still wore a thin sleeping yukata, tied loosely around her middle, leaving very little to the imagination. Her long black hair flowed freely around her, instead of the more proper up-do she had been wearing lately.

She would make a beautiful bed partner.

He instantly loathed himself for such thoughts. He would not venture down that path.