Disclaimer: All but the plot to this particular story rightfully belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
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Nerve
The nerve of him! Thinking that just because it was his house, he could treat her any way he liked. And say anything he wanted.
She threw her blanket open across the futon, blowing several strands of hair into her face. As she pulled them behind her ear, her fingers grazed her neck and sent a blush creeping up towards her face.
Then there was his proximity. It wasn't customary in this era for anyone to get close to anyone else without permission, a threat, or a sense of intimacy and Kagome had grown quite used to it. Now here Sesshoumaru was- qualifying with none of the above but doing it anyway. Just because he felt he could.
Huffing, Kagome fell onto the futon and buried her head underneath the pillow. It was as if he had been trying to make a fool out of her from the moment he'd kidnapped her from the field. She continuously had to fight back feelings of embarrassment, which was very unlike her. Kagome had always been proud.
Peeking out from under the mass of fabric and feathers, she exhaled with resolve.
If Sesshoumaru wanted to play, Kagome would play, too.
(A/N: Thank you all for your kind words, by the way! Every review makes me smile. Since I feel that I've been pretty stingy with the chapters lately, I tried to get a few out today to show my gratitude. I hope you're enjoying the story so far!)