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The fluttering in her heart ceased when her mind screamed in outrage over the domineering, douchebag of a demon lord staring at her possessively, waiting for her to voice her submission. Submission, my ass, she thought to herself. "Nothing you could possibly do would shut me up, short of removing my tongue," she growled up at him. "And let me make it clear right now, dog. You are not going to sleep with me. You will never sleep with me, not in a hundred years. Or a thousand. Or a m—mmmph! Gods damn it, Sesshomaru, cut that out!" She shrieked, the volume making him flinch as her voice hit his sensitive ears.

He immediately calmed when he noticed something interesting, his markings returning to normal and the red in his eyes receding almost all of the way. "You are not afraid of my demon."

"No, I'm not," she snorted, looking down her nose at him. "You might be bad, dog, but I'm a hell of a lot badder when I'm genuinely pissed off."

"This would explain why my demon is reacting to you so strongly," he muttered, mostly to himself. "It would seem that it has met its match."

"Match? Seriously?" She asked incredulously. "Trust me, puppy, your temper is nothing compared to mine when I'm really mad."

"That sounds like a challenge."

The slightly amused note to his tone made her fume despite how ill she was, and the rush of emotion made her tremble and feel dizzy. "I swear, the very moment I'm back on my feet, I'm going to—"

"Be pinned on your stomach." Gods, he was incensed by that furious light in her eyes; megami or human, it didn't matter. When she got angry, those blue eyes swirled with silver, making him feel as if he was staring into the very depths of the universe.

"We're done," she croaked out. "Leave and go find Koga. I don't want you taking care of me anymore."

"This one will not allow another male to see you in such a state," Sesshomaru replied flatly, inwardly grinding his teeth over his demon's reaction to such an idea. Why should it fucking matter who saw her naked!? He was going to take her for one night only to get her scent out of his damned system, and then he would be done with her. So why this foreign, unnatural rush of jealousy? It wasn't something more; that would be absolutely impossible for someone such as him. The Lord of the West would never stoop to permanently mate. Ever. His father had mated his mother, only to break that supposedly unbreakable bond and mate with a lowly human. And because of that, Sesshomaru would never mate. And he would definitely never mate a human as his father had done, breaking his mother's heart in the process. "This one has vowed to care for you until you are healthy. I shall remain here until my vow has been fulfilled."

Shivering from the fever, Usagi grit her teeth and just felt miserable as her body aches began to return. She knew she wasn't in any state to argue, and getting upset was only making her feel even worse. Damn it, it was so bad she was actually close to tears. "You're such a stubborn bag of dicks," she managed weakly.

"This Sesshomaru will refrain from making propositions or arguing with you until you have recovered," he offered, unable to stop his beast from raising his hand to gently run the back of it over her forehead, pushing sweaty golden strands out of her face. "While this one is entertained by your senseless refusals, you are too ill to remain in a state of constant upset." Feeling a foreign wave of guilt coursing through him when a few tears spilled over onto her cheeks, he actually pulled her to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Lie down and rest, Usagi. Are you hot or cold?"

"Cold," she whimpered, shivering against him, too miserable to protest the way he was holding her possessively. A little voice in the back of her head was commenting on how nice it felt to be held like that, reminding her that it had been a hundred years or more since Alucard, since the last time she'd felt so safe and warm… even if this male wanted only her body and nothing more. He didn't care… but damn if it wasn't nice to fantasize for just a moment that he did.

"This one never does this," he informed her as he removed his armor and weapons. "So do not read too much into it. Or expect it," he added, tucking her tightly to his chest as he laid down on her futon with her and covered both of them up with her blankets and his mokomoko.

"You never held Rin?" Usagi mumbled in surprise.

"Rin is the only exception to such things, woman. She is this one's adopted daughter," Sesshomaru grunted in annoyance. Damn it, holding a woman shouldn't have felt so good!

Usagi looked up at him and sighed softly, unable to stop herself from actually feeling sorry for him. "How sad it must be," she whispered, slightly delirious from her fever. "To know so little about simple affection and kindness that you've never held someone besides Rin or let them hold you in return." The sound of a growl had her reaching up and tracing his markings, but she found her hand roughly slapped away and winced as the ache in all of her joints made it hurt far worse than it normally would have. "I was… I was only trying to… you're such an asshole," she whispered as hurt tears welled up in her eyes.

"Damn it, woman," he grunted as he examined her hand, feeling that foreign sensation of guilt yet again. "Do not move," he ordered, drawing Tensaiga from where it laid beside the bed. "It cannot heal an illness, but it can heal injuries," he explained when she opened her mouth to ask that very question. Holding it to her fingers, Sesshomaru watch in curiosity and surprise when the center of her chest glowed right along with the blade, the light reminding him of another object. "You possess the Shikon no Tama?" He blurted out. But hadn't it disappeared!?

"Iie," Usagi whispered weakly, "it's the ginzuishou… the silver crystal. My birthright and the main source of my power… as well as my burden to bear." And it was reacting strongly to Sesshomaru, voicing its approval towards him just as it had with nearly every other potential lover. As much as she disliked him and as fuzzy-headed as she felt, she couldn't help but reflect that the silver crystal had never been wrong about a man. Not once. The only males it hadn't glowed for were Heero and L… and she remembered all too well how those relationships had turned out.

"It is done," Sesshomaru finally said, putting away the sword. "This one should not have struck a prospective lover outside of a spar. I shall refrain from such in the future and will nip at your ear instead, as is proper."

"Huh?"

"Nipping the ear is an acceptable form of expressing this one's displeasure or anger with a female that he may become intimate with."

"You dogs are weird," she slurred, feeling heavy and warm from the effects of the Tensaiga and the silver crystal, which was still pulsing and flooding her with its light. Normally, she would have been grateful for its interference, but for it to try so hard to heal her could only mean that the illness she had was starting to win despite their efforts.

It was no huge surprise to her, though. From what she'd seen when she'd been healing, the sickness struck hard and fast and usually killed its victims in a matter of days. "I'm going to die, aren't I?" She asked the crystal, only to have the demon answer for it.

"You will do no such thing," Sesshomaru growled, clutching at her tightly, shocked by the well of dread making his stomach turn at the very thought of her demise. "This one shall ensure your survival. Now sleep. You require your rest."

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Usagi woke to the scent of cooking meat and whimpered as soon as she tried to sit up. Her throat hurt so badly she could barely swallow, she felt unbearably hot and every inch of her ached horribly. She couldn't even see straight and wondered if she was hallucinating when she felt wonderfully cool hands supporting her back as she lost the ability to stay upright and nearly fell.

"This one could not wake you," a baritone voice whispered. Was it just her delirium, or did he sound worried and a little afraid? "Take the medicine, Usagi. Swallow."

Too weak to fight him, she allowed him to place the pills in her mouth, too far gone to even wonder if he'd given her the correct pills and the right doses. But her body rejected the very notion of swallowing anything thicker than water and she coughed and hacked violently, spitting the pills up the moment they reached the back of her throat.

"Usagi, you have to take the pills," Sesshomaru urged her, beyond caring if he sounded weak and pathetic as he shook her lightly when her eyes rolled back a little. Then he noticed how swollen her neck was and he felt his beast panicking—an extremely foreign emotion to him. "I will crush the pills," he said quickly, lying her back down and covering her with his mokomoko before producing a knife. Using the flat of the blade, he turned them all to powder in a matter of seconds and added them to some juice, then forced her to sit back up and lean against him. "Drink," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument even though on the inside he was immensely worried about whether she'd even be able to swallow liquid.

It took a lot of flexing her throat and infinite patience on his part, but Usagi eventually took one swallow and then fought for air through the awful pain, silent tears sliding down her face from the agony.

"The cold air made your throat worse," Sesshomaru told her as he held the cup to her lips again. "You also have fluid in your lungs. It is good that this one moved you to the main room. Drink." He didn't care how long it took, she would drink it all and she would keep it down. She'd been too long without fluids, so long that he had been sure she was going to die, and his inner demon had actually curled up and whimpered at the very idea, something that Sesshomaru had never felt it do before. Even when Rin had died, his beast had been enraged, even distraught… but he'd never felt such utter despair and hopelessness before, and now that she was conscious, that same terrified animal inside of him was demanding that he hold her, draw in her scent, swear to ensure her safety from that moment forward. Gods, it just wanted to crawl up inside of her somehow and never leave her warmth ever again. "All of it," he breathed when she shoved the nearly half-full cup away and she choked on tears. "Usagi, you have to drink all of it, and then this Sesshomaru can prepare something made by Kaede."

The confused, blank look she gave him made him explain if only to spare her talking with that horribly swollen throat. "The half-breed travelled to Kaede's village. She is a very powerful miko and she prepared a healing draught that should cure you. But you must swallow it all at once or it may not be effective." He hummed in approval when she gave him a tiny, weak nod. "Now drink, so that the swelling might go down enough."

The inu daiyoukai was patient and silently encouraged her with a touch here and there, a stroke to her cheek or a running of his fingers through her hair as she cried without making a sound and gradually swallowed the medicine mixed with the juice. And when it was done, Sesshomaru's inner demon was utterly in control when he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers gently, tasting the juice, medicine and the bitter, sour flavor of illness. But beneath it all was the light, innocent taste of her, and his beast practically purred with pleasure as it savored her… at least, until he heard the way she was fighting for air from the angle he had her at and he immediately sat her up straight, supporting her weight as she sagged. "Do not fall asleep again," he warned her. "You must stay awake, Usagi."

The healer could only whimper in response and let him hold her. She was simply too weak to argue—not that she would have, though. He was so warm and smelled so good that she found herself genuinely fighting the urge to doze off comfortably in his arms.

Seeing that glassy look and the way her eyes kept slowly shutting, only to pop back open, Sesshomaru inwardly panicked a little, at a total loss for how to keep her awake. "Usagi. If you fall asleep again, you will not wake. Do not doze off."

She gave him a slow nod to show she understood as she tried to speak, but the attempt to do so only made her wince and massage it slowly. "Hurts," she mouthed silently.

"The medicine this one gave you was four brown pills and two happy pills, as well as an antibiotic that the miko instructed me to use. You had it in the pile with the other medicines." He fell silent at that, not sure what else to do to keep her awake; his inner demon wouldn't harm her, nor could he seduce the hell out of her in her current state, so he just watched her and shook her lightly whenever her eyes would flutter shut for more than a few seconds.

"This one is not accustomed to small talk," he finally explained. It was then he caught the briefest ghost of a smile on her lips and he felt her fingers sliding over his face, tracing his markings. "Do not think I will not put you in your place for such boldness, healer." Contrary to his words, though, his inner demon was sighing with pleasure at the sensation and telling Sesshomaru that the worry and effort had totally been worth it, but the inu lord was having none of that. Damn it, he and his inner demon had had enough conversations while she'd been in a semi-coma… and he wasn't even going to think about what Tensaiga had said to him.

Usagi's lips flickered up again as she tried to see him through the burning haze of her fever; she was nearly blind from it and could only just see the shape of his face and the shades of his eyes and markings in the firelight. "Thank you," she breathed softly, wincing in pain from her throat's protests.

"You are welcome," he managed when she withdrew her hand, only to seek out his own and link her fingers with his, giving him a weak squeeze. He allowed it with a little huff of annoyance, noting that Rin had often held his hand, especially whenever she'd been sick. It was some form of comfort for humans, he supposed, and he felt Tensaiga pulse in response just as the glow in her chest intensified.

It had been doing that a lot while she'd been passed out, and Sesshomaru still couldn't quite make heads or tails of it; Tensaiga had given him advice before, but unknown to him, the ginzuishou also did the same for Usagi and both items were actually conversing, though neither of them could hear it at the moment.

"How long?" She whispered after another few minutes.

"Eight days since you fell ill. Two since this Sesshomaru was completely unable to wake you." Sesshomaru sensed her utter shock and studied her carefully. "What do you remember?"

"Falling asleep in the bedroom… only the first day," she responded as she rubbed at her throat. It was starting to feel a little bit better, which meant that the pain killers were kicking in; she only hoped that whatever Sesshomaru was going to give her would work. "How high was my temperature?"

The inu lord inwardly sputtered at that question; after an hour he had finally figured out that stupid little device of hers and had managed to get her temperature by placing it under her arm. "It read one-oh-five consistently over the last several days."

Usagi's jaw dropped at that. "No wonder I don't remember… dear gods, I could have easily died. Brain damage happens at a hundred and seven. How did you get it under my tongue?"

"This one placed it under your arm." Her panicked expression made him lift a silver brow. "This was a bad idea?"

"No… it's just that… that means I was actually at a hundred and six… possibly a little higher," she whispered fearfully. Usagi felt him tense at that and the flicker in his golden eyes told her that it bothered him, too. Funny, she could actually see him! "Hey, I'm not blind anymore," she whispered.

"You were blind?" He snapped. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I couldn't talk," she replied wryly. "It's nothing to be concerned about, my fever's coming down and my vision's returning, Sesshomaru."

The volume of her voice combined with her exhaustion and the way she was sagging into him made his name sound like a whisper of desire, and the daiyoukai shivered as his inner demon took over and had him nuzzling her throat. "This one does not know if the hanyou was jesting, but he claimed that being intimate would also lower your fever."

Rolling her eyes, Usagi just glared at him. "And we're back to that, aren't we? Damn, you don't waste any time trying to get into a dying girl's panties, Sesshomaru."

He almost wished she'd revert to calling him 'dog' or something disrespectful while her voice sounded so husky and soft, but he refrained from saying so and nipped at her ear once before withdrawing. "This Sesshomaru was attempting to make a joke," he grumbled unhappily. Ok, fine. He'd been half-joking. "And you are not wearing any undergarments," he pointed out.

"Figure of speech," Usagi sighed. "So… I don't suppose you could help me to the bathroom?" She asked hesitantly, fairly sure she'd never be able to make it outside on her own. The look of naked relief on his face, breaking through his typical emotionless façade, made her stop and blush. "Oh… oh my, you had to… Sesshomaru, I'm sorry."

"This Sesshomaru does not wish to discuss the matter," he said in a tone that demanded no arguments. "Ever." Even when Rin had been sick, Kagome or Sango had tended to her physical needs, and with his sensitive nose, Sesshomaru had nearly went outside and vomited a couple of times while cleaning up Usagi's bodily functions. It had been the most utterly disgusting task he'd ever undertaken in his life, and he'd never come so close to tossing his cookies.

Sensing his disgust through her gradually returning empathic powers, Usagi smiled compassionately and tugged his face down to hers, kissing him ardently. "That definitely deserves a kiss," she breathed against his lips when she broke away. "Thank you for taking care of me, Sesshomaru. Now… I really need to pee."

It was honestly comical when he moved with unbelievable speed to get her to the outhouse, his desire to not clean her up again totally evident on his face, and Usagi giggled when he flung open the door and sat her on the outdoor toilet. "Sorry, you just moved so fast," she snickered. "It's not funny but it is," she admitted.

Sesshomaru just let out a wordless grumble as he turned his back to her, and once she'd announced that she'd finished, he scooped her up again and wrapped her in his mokomoko. "This Sesshomaru shall heat the medicine that Kaede sent," he told her as he laid her back down on the futon and handed her a nightgown to dress in. "You must drink it all at once and disregard the burning sensation. Understood?"

"Yeah. And Sesshomaru, thank you again. I swear to repay your kindness somehow once I'm well," she whispered as she tugged the cotton shift over her head, grateful to no longer be naked.

"You know exactly how you can repay me, Usagi. Do not attempt to give me recompense in any other fashion." Leaving her blushing, he undraped his mokomoko from his shoulder so it would reach when he moved towards the fire and still leave her covered and warm, then he withdrew a small flask from his kimono and began to follow Kaede's instructions to the letter.

Usagi finally let him help her sit up again, feeling loopy as hell from the two vicodin he'd given her out of her stash, but managed to concentrate enough to nod when he repeated his earlier instructions and held a steaming hot cup to her lips. "One swallow," she repeated. "I'm assuming it's going to taste awful, so let's just do it."

The healer opened her mouth and instantly gagged at the first burning touch to her tongue, but Sesshomaru was having none of that and forced her to take the entire mouthful, his eyes daring her not to swallow and face his wrath. Usagi worked her tongue and tipped her head back and swallowed it all in one shot, coughing and spluttering immediately after. "I've tasted a lot of nasty shit before, but that takes the cake."

"You will keep it down," Sesshomaru growled softly, handing her a cup of juice. "Drink this, now. All of it. And then you must eat. Kaede's instructions require that you must eat something." He pulled a steak from the spit he'd set to the side and put it on a plate.

Usagi cut it up small and it took a lot of effort, but she managed to swallow the first bite despite the protests from her sore throat. Gods, that hurt.

Seeing her discomfort, Sesshomaru sighed at his demon's reaction and actually rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Chew it thoroughly, first. This one fed you in such a manner before you passed out completely."

Usagi just contemplated that for a minute before she blushed and gawked at him. Damn, she really did owe him. He'd actually chewed her food for her and helped her to eat!? It was a little gross, but it was still unbelievably kind.

"You are disgusted by this, but not by how this one cared for your baser needs?" Sesshomaru asked with a touch of amusement.

"I did nurse's work in my second life," Usagi giggled softly. "I could honestly sit and eat a full meal right after caring for a patient with C-Diff, so that thought doesn't bother me. Honestly, you have killed many and dealt with that sort of nastiness, so why is it any different?"

"Because it was disgusting work reserved for servants and healers," he replied without thinking. "This Sesshomaru is a warrior and a lord. Not a healer. I am sure you are equally disgusted by things that would not bother me, such as chewing food for you as if you were a toothless pup."

"Ok, you got me there," she admitted. "I'm a warrior, too, but there are different types. And I'm not the type that isn't grossed out by epic levels of slaughter."

"Your voice is gaining volume," Sesshomaru pointed out, sitting beside her with his own nearly-raw steak on a plate in his lap. "Kaede said that your recovery would take several days, but this one did not expect the swelling to recede so quickly."

"It's because of that sword," Usagi sighed, listening in on the crystal within her as it communicated with Tensaiga. "When it's close to the silver crystal I feel a little better. Both weapons are coordinating their powers to heal me faster." And since her powers were returning, she could hear them talking about other things that she didn't want to think of, and she blushed as the silver crystal made a fairly suggestive statement to Tensaiga. "Vulgar fucking thing, cut it out," she hissed down at the glow in her chest.

"This one normally hears Tensaiga whenever it communicates. What are they saying?" He asked curiously.

"They're discussing our naughty bits colliding, that's what," she muttered. "And your sword is being awfully fucking descriptive at the moment about what it's seen you do… I swear, and people complain that I've got a filthy mouth," she added with wide eyes as she listened in and blushed.

Humming in amusement, Sesshomaru's eyes twinkled mischievously even though his mouth didn't move to match the expression. "Is it giving you a vivid enough picture? Or shall this Sesshomaru demonstrate?"

"Oh, no," she replied quickly, turning a deeper crimson, "trust me, it's being thoroughly descriptive. Overly so," she added in a choked voice when Tensaiga informed the ginzuishou about his overly-dominant mating skills, how he'd take a woman flat on her stomach and plow her for hours if she was in heat, making sure that the virgins especially had their share of pleasure before he took his own. Reaching across, Usagi slapped the hilt of the sword sharply. "That is quite enough of that!" She snapped. "There are virgin ears listening!"

So full of shit. You are only one-third virgin.

Usagi choked a little at that and her jaw dropped in reaction to the ginzuishou's boldness. "You bitch! It's the last untouched body I have and it's going to stay that way, you hear me?"

"This one finds those terms acceptable," Sesshomaru interjected. "I shall be content with your goddess form."

"Don't you encourage them," she added with a sharp jab of her finger in the air towards him. "Trust me, they don't need it at this point!"

"It seems to this Sesshomaru that they are encouraging you and not the other way around. I was merely stating my willingness not to breach your human body's innocence," he replied smoothly. "Eat. Tensaiga, that's enough; the megami is still ill and this one shall not touch her until she has recovered."

Rolling her eyes, Usagi just took another bite of steak and chewed it thoroughly before swallowing, her thoughts shifting to how her throat was already feeling much, much better. "What was in that thing Kaede made?" She asked once she was finished. "I'm still feverish and I ache, but… I feel a million times better."

"Very, very rare items that she will not be able to procure again for some time. This one sent a message through the hanyou to the priestess, requesting the medicine. Knowing that she likely did not have everything she needed, I sent one particular ingredient that would be difficult to come by… along with enough for another draught for future personal use. As payment."

"Oh. What was the ingredient?" Usagi asked curiously, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. Damn if it wasn't hard to fight the effects of the happy pills.

"The blood of a daiyoukai. Not many would ever be able to procure such a thing, since no human has ever gotten even a drop in battle. It would have to be given freely, since most others, like myself, run poison through their bloodstream during battle. To drink it would mean death."

"You mean that I…" Usagi visibly gagged, her eyes bugging out a little bit. "EW! I drank your blood!? GROSS!"

"You would focus on such a minor detail," Sesshomaru sighed.

"No, you don't get it!? I mean, there's diseases and shit out there and sexually transmitted—" She stopped at that, her eye twitching spastically. "How many women have you been with again?"

His eyes turning a little pink as he glared at her, Sesshomaru just huffed. "How many men have you been with, megami?"

"That wasn't the question! And I'm a hell of a lot older than you, you… you… fluffy slut!"

It was Sesshomaru's turn to twitch a little, but he leashed his temper out of concern for her health. She was still sick, so he'd resist the urge to throw her down and fuck her into submission… or beat her ass until she apologized. "You are ill. You should conserve your strength and refrain from speaking further. Or this one will be forced to gag you, you ungrateful woman."

Usagi fumed and opened her mouth to speak again, but the look he shot her was so full of venom that she knew he hadn't been kidding. She shut her trap and just silently glared at him across the fire for a long moment before huffing and flopping back down onto her futon. She was sleepy from the pills anyway, so she would take a nap and deal with him again in a few hours.

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The shivering was so strong from her returning fever that it actually woke her ten hours later, and Usagi whimpered in pain from the body aches, but found herself unable to sit up to find her medicine pile. She was pinned in place by a muscular arm wrapped around her waist from behind, and no matter how she tried to weakly free herself, that arm wasn't moving an inch. "Sesshomaru?" She rasped, unhappy to note that her throat hurt badly again, even though it was nowhere near a severe as it was before she'd consumed Kaede's medicine.

The inu lord's only reply was to tighten his grip a little, and Usagi was surprised to feel him nuzzling her throat through the curtain of golden hair. "Sesshy? You ok?"

"Do not call me that," he rumbled quietly.

That was when she realized that he sounded sleepy, and she carefully maneuvered herself so that she was facing him, a wave of guilt going through her at the sight of his exhausted features. How had she not noticed those circles under his eyes before? "Sorry," she breathed. "Sleep, Sesshomaru. You deserve it," she added with a kiss and a gentle caress to his cheek.

She recalled their heated conversation and her disgust with him when he mumbled something she didn't understand, and she heaved a guilty sigh before kissing him once more. "And I'm sorry, Sesshomaru. I'm sure that for you, giving some of your blood was a great sacrifice, and… I'm grateful for it. Thank you for saving my life."

"You are welcome," he whispered tiredly, pulling her tighter to his bare chest with his mokomoko. "Sleep, Usagi." Sesshomaru tried to doze back off and was nearly there, but when he felt her hands gently exploring flesh that was almost always concealed by his kimono, he cracked open his golden eyes and smirked at the sight of how red her face was. "You are pleased with what you see. Would it please you further if this Sesshomaru removed his hakama as well?"

"Um… uh… wow. No thank you?" Usagi squeaked out, embarrassed to be caught exploring him. She thought he'd been genuinely asleep when she'd touched him, sure that just a little examination of the hard, warrior's body beneath the covers wouldn't bother him. "Sorry, I'll… I'll keep my hands to myself."

"Hn… and I was enjoying it," he replied with amusement as he nipped at her collarbone and breathed in that sweet, soothing scent that always made his demon simultaneously rattle the cage bars and purr with desire. "Now sleep, unless you wish for this Sesshomaru to take you." Sensing her discomfort, he soothingly began to pet her, careful not to nick her with his claws as he stroked her hair and her back and closed his eyes once more to try and sleep. He'd never gone so long without sleep before in his entire life; he only required a few hours every three or four days, but he'd been awake for ten days without so much as an hour of shut-eye and was frankly about to collapse when Usagi had come to earlier that day.

But he couldn't sleep through the scent of her nervousness, so he found himself petting her as if she were an actual mate and not a future one-time lay. And he hated to admit it, but Sesshomaru was enjoying the experience, since he'd never actually shared a bed with a woman in his life. "Sleep," he urged her yet again, nuzzling her throat.

Yay! I was going to do some lime there, but I went, "naw, let's go with fluff! I'm in a fluffy mood right now anyway, my girl time does that to me. The rest of the month I'm horny and bloodthirsty, just like Lord Fluffy. So R&R and I'll get crackin' on another chapter!