"It's the same colour."

"It is not."

Kagome groaned, making a point of running her hands down her face. "Sesshoumaru, you can't tell me that anyone would be able to tell the difference between the hickory and chocolate. They're. The. Same."

Her mate scoffed, flipping his hair over his shoulder. "It is my job to know the difference."

"Of course it is. You get paid to know the difference," she said, walking into the next aisle. "I don't know why you're getting so uppity about a floor stain. It's not like we pay much attention to it."

"You may not, but I can think of one particular activity that has me looking at it quite often," he said, the feral smirk on his face unmistakable.

Kagome blushed but crossed her arms. "I seem to remember you often using mokomoko for that. Why don't we just put a rug down instead?"

The comment didn't faze him, Sesshoumaru leaning down to nip at her nose. "Why would I do that when I can feel every movement you make against it? Every whispered plea reverberates through, mate. I would not trade that for a mere rug."

She sucked in a ragged breath, her heart beating wildly against the inside of her chest. She knew the moment he smelled her arousal, the edge of his eyes turning crimson, nostrils flaring.

"Shall we go home so I can show you just how important the bedroom floor is?"

The floor samples were forgotten as he whisked her out of the store, Kagome barely having to nod once.