C for cherries
Sesshomaru prided himself on his self constraint. He never had a problem of obsession, (except maybe for Tetsusaiga). However the recent events made him almost unsettled.
Not that he was obsessed.
But the scarlet sphere of sweetened ripe caressed his tongue in a way that spelled heaven. The pulpy little tantalising red teased him, begged for him to bite its content and he dutifully obliged. He almost wanted to imprint an ode for the trees that blessed him with this mass of little fruit.
The miko giggled, he was startled and cursed himself for being distracted.
"Here, take half of mine too" She said and the lord gave a curt nod.
Her loss was his gain.
In the midst of floating in the smallest wonder that managed to wake his euphoria, his eyes shifted to the girl sitting next to him. Her eyes were closed, her lashes smudging her rosy cheeks; her head was rolled back reliving the flavoured reminiscence, the tip of her tongue coated her lips, searching for the remains of the smallest grain buried, hidden in the craters of her seam.
The fruit that was gracing Sesshomaru's fingers was long forgotten. His digits were itching to trace the vivid pattern of her ruby lips that was pouting.
He couldn't help but wonder whether her red lips would taste million times better than the cherries.
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