I've realized that I left a lot hanging in that last installment (a lot more than what's normally left hanging in a drabble) and I am going to remedy that as soon as possible. I've decided to make this into a short little collection of a plot that just came to me. Hopefully while serving as entertainment, it will tie up any and all ends that I have left loosened. Thanks for all the feedback!
Word count: 488
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Lunch is Reflective
It had taken him two days to be able to sit down and think about just exactly what happened. Two days of jumping the little miko at every turn and experimenting to see just how much she could take and for how long. He was proven ignorant of the ways of human stamina, by a slip of a woman no less!
So by the second night they had tired themselves out so much that she literally passed out from exhaustion. He had left her by their tree covered in his haori to ward off the chill while he contemplated the turn of events in his life.
While he couldn't say that he was unsatisfied with this latest unexpected twist (as he was very satisfied) he also couldn't say that he was ecstatic about it. He had wanted the miko for a long while now and while it pleased him to have finally obtained her, he was unsure about how to proceed from here.
He knew they couldn't pretend that this event did not happen, that was impossible, but they also could not let it be public knowledge either. She could be mistaken as a weakness of his and be drawn into skirmishes that didn't involve her in the least and he refused to put her life in jeopardy.
Glancing back at her sleeping form, his thoughts shifted to what had led to this whole situation. He had attempted to search their camp for whatever it was the smelt so sinfully delicious to his nose. He remembered sniffing around her things before finding a few neatly piled and wrapped boxes. What happened after that was a mystery to him.
Analyzing the scents, he fought to remember just what exactly could have sent him into a tizzy. There were some spicy scents, and a few sweet ones that mingled together, but he doubted that that was what caused his mind to blank. Going over them once more, he singled out something that just didn't fit right it.
There was one smell in particular that made his mouth water, it was tangy and slightly metallic like the scent of sweat or something associated with bodily fluids (the good kind). Turning back to his miko he gazed at her serene face, her lips were still plump, swollen and red from his attentions and her hair in a delightfully unruly state.
A smug smirk found its way to his lips as he thought about just what he wanted to do with the little woman as soon as she woke up. Forgetting all about his previous train of thought, Lord Sesshoumaru of the West rose from his seat by a tree to sit beside his latest treasure, his mind whirring with plots and possible outcomes of the next few hours of the day.
If he had his way, and he knew he would, the day would be highly productive in the ways of recreation.
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Also Thanks Diane for catching my mistake!
And my darling GothicHime89: all in due time lol
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-sora