A little note: As seen on Dokuga. Originally this was a interconnected drabble collection created with the prompts from dokuga_contest. However, since dokuga_contest is no longer running, I'll update as I see fit with prompts I select myself.
Disclaimer: I am not, in any way, affiliated with the creators or producers of Inuyasha. No profit is made from this writing.
Throat
While feasts were not uncommon, they were never this tense in the youkai world. Youkai enjoyed a good party from time to time, but their sense of humour and enjoyment was not understood by humans, and with Kagome and Nohime both in attendance, the feast set up that night was quiet and sombre.
Nohime, of course, understood youkai culture much more than Kagome, but she preferred to stray from their 'feasts'. She had better things to do, like glare coldly at the human woman that sat opposite her. Kagome seemed oblivious to the glares sent her direction, but she was, in fact, very well aware of Nohime's distaste towards her. She didn't care, the feeling was mutual.
Sesshomaru, who was caught between two women clearly not impressed with the other, as well as the curious glances from his mother, felt incredibly out of place...and in his own home! When had his mother arrived in the first place? Irritated, he reached for his cup, but it was empty. He stared at the empty object in annoyance.
"May I pour you some more, milord?" Nohime asked, a dark smile playing on her lips. She cast a glance towards Kagome, who looked beyond livid.
"No," Sesshomaru hissed. He was perfectly capable of serving himself, and he did not trust the foul woman anywhere near his food or drink. Just as he was about to reach for the jug to refill his cup, Kagome's nimble fingers snatched it from him. He stared at her in disbelief as she stood, approached his right-hand side, kneeled and filled his cup. He noticed his mother smirk from the corner of his eye, and he frowned. Just what was she up to? When Kagome finished, she bowed, tilting her head ever so slightly to show a small patch of skin where her kimono's collar met her neck. Sesshomaru found his throat constrict at the motion, but before he could react, she had already stood up and bowed again. Just before she returned to her seat, a small and very silent noise left her throat.
His mother's smirk grew bolder, and when he spotted a blush splashed onto Kagome's cheeks he was hit with realisation. Was Kagome...courting him?
Nohime watched the exchange with a scowl on her face. This was not good, not good at all.
A/N: This fanfic is now up to date here and on Dokuga. I'll try to update as often as possible, but I can't guarantee regular updates - my life is just that crazy and unpredictable.