Vision
Written for Dokuga's monthly chat drabble/drawble night. This one goes along with "Color"
Disclaimer: I own nothing...
Sesshomaru couldn't help but taunt the miko and fulfill the monk's fantasies along the way. After all, who was the monk to deserve such explanations from him. It was certainly not his fault he'd followed the scent of soap and chemicals. The sweet smell still clung to his nostrils, tantalizing his senses.
Neither had it been his fault the girl had all but ripped her grimy clothes from her body and bare herself to him...albeit unaware of her actions. No matter the species, a man was a man, and he could not—would not go such a vision, such as the miko's nude body, go to waste.