Color
Written for Dokuga's monthly chat drabble/drawble night.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...
Color rose to her cheeks at the monk's insinuation. It was not her fault she'd left right after the taiyoukai had left, and arrived shortly after his return, flushed and out of breath. Yes she had been out bathing, and yes, she'd taken too darn long. Now if only she could wipe that mischievous glint from Sesshomaru's eyes all would be well. But no, instead of setting the record straight, he reaffirmed them by turning to Miroku, king of all perverseness and says, "What me and the miko do, is none of your concern."
The nerve of the demon!