Day Three

Prompt: Scintilla. Noun. A tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling.

Universe: AU

Genre: Drama, Romance.

950 Words

Sango looked at her friend, her brow creasing in a frown.

"We could always go somewhere else," she suggested hesitantly.

"No," Kagome bit out, shaking her head. While the creep was annoying and all his staring kind of unnerved her, he hadn't actually done anything. Leaving the club because of him just felt like an overreaction.

Sango looked like she wanted to argue, but they were interrupted.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Two dark heads turned, and saw a waiter standing by their table, holding a tray.

He smiled at Kagome.

"Here you go, Miss," he said, depositing the bright cocktail in front of the blue-eyed girl.

"But I didn't order anything," she declined.

"It is courtesy of the gentleman up there at the counter," the waiter said, indicating the dark-haired man Kagome had been trying to ignore.

She met his dark leering gaze and repressed a shudder. 'Gentleman' wouldn't be the first word she would have used to call Mr. Stares-a-lot.

For a while, she entertained the idea of marching up to him and splashing the drink he had bought her to his face, but alas, she was raised to have better manners than that.

"Feel like leaving yet?" Sango asked pointedly.

"I'm not letting a stupid guy creep me out. I'm here to have fun. Let's go dancing."

Sango huffed, but followed as her friend headed to the dance floor, leaving her unwanted drink untouched.

Still, despite her reservations, Sango found herself truly enjoying herself.

Kagome smiled widely to her friend, having good time as she moved to the upbeat music.

They danced together for three songs, until Kagome noticed Sango giving her a meaningful glance. She looked over her shoulder to see the creep from earlier hovering behind her, trying to dance with her. She sent a quick glare to his way before she grabbed Sango's hand and promptly marched to the opposite side of the dance floor. But the guy didn't seem to get the hint. He followed them, and this time as he appeared behind Kagome, his hands curled on her hips.

"I'm not interested," Kagome hissed to him as she jerked fee of his hold before moving to another spot again.

But the man kept trailing their steps and Kagome's irritation flared. Resignedly, she wondered if they would have to leave and go to another club after all like Sango had proposed, but then, suddenly, her blue gaze flitted to a removed corner booth and it's lone occupant, and an idea immediately sparked in her mind.

She recognised the man, but hardly knew him, having only seen him a few times in passing.

Still, better him than the creep.

She left the dancefloor and walked purposefully across the room. She didn't turn to look if either Sango or the persistent Mr. Handsy was following her. The only thing that mattered to her was the plan.

"Sesshoumaru!" she cooed loudly before she plopped down to sit next to him in the booth without preamble.

He regarded her with a puzzled frown but then his eyes widened a little in recognition.

"You're Inuyasha's friend," he muttered in a low voice.

"Sorry about this," she whispered hurriedly.

His eyebrow shot up and he opened his mouth to question her.

Kagome saw the opportunity and took it. Her hands firmly palmed his cheeks and then she crashed her lips against his, her tongue sliding into his mouth to silence him.

His eyes narrowed and his large hands twitched and then wrapped around her elbows. For a few nervous seconds Kagome was afraid he might push her away and foil the ruse, but then his tongue brushed against hers. He wrested the control from her and kissed her back thoroughly, with such fervour that Kagome forgot why they were kissing in the first place.

After what felt like forever, he pulled away, his narrow face hovering mere inches from hers.

"He's gone," his deep baritone voice informed her.

She stared at him in a daze, trying to comprehend his words.

"Huh?"

"The man who was following you," he clarified, his golden eyes boring into hers. "He left."

"Oh," she managed breathlessly, feeling a small pang of regret as he leaned back and let go of her. Her hands fell into her lap and she tried to ignore the way her elbows tingled and still radiated from the heat of his touch.

"Sorry," she added once she had finally managed to gather her wits. Her cheeks flamed, now that the situation was over and what she had just done fully sunk in. "He kept staring at me and then he just tried to grab me on the dancefloor and didn't seem to believe me when I told him I wasn't interested and then I saw you and I thought – " she babbled nervously, trying to ignore the insistent flutter in the pit of her stomach.

"It's fine," he cut in, the corner of his lips quirking up ever so slightly. "I understand your motivation."

She nodded sheepishly and looked everywhere but at him. She saw Sango sitting back at their earlier table. She was giving her a level stare, but Kagome shook her head lightly. Sango shrugged and turned back to her drink.

"Nevertheless," the deep voice intoned beside her, jerking Kagome's attention back to the handsome man sitting next to her, "I have to admit that while your approach was rather abrupt, it was not unpleasant."

A bright blush tinted Kagome's cheeks at his words and she turned her head. His burning golden gaze was both intent and fully focused on her. Her mouth went dry, the flutter in her stomach exploded anew, and she found herself unable to look away.