"There's a moment between a glance, and a kiss, where the world stops for the briefest of times." - A series of unrelated one-shots to celebrate my 100th fic on Ao3, based off a pairing, occupation, and a colour (with a kiss).
Sango had given up trying to concentrate for the rest of her shift. Her little encounter with the wolf pups, and then Kouga again, had left her mind spinning and her senses reeling.
She had enough mind to get her best friend to drop off an outfit but had put her foot down when Kagome had started badgering her for details, half-shoving her out the door.
"You better send me pictures!" Kagome called back, heading back down to her car. "Especially if he knows where you work! Turn your location app on too!"
"He's very distracting," Sango complained. "How am I supposed to remember to take pictures?"
"I deal with tongue-tied people all day, Sango. Swooning is no excuse."
How she was able to make puns about being a speech-language pathologist and give dating advice at the same time was beyond her, and Sango quickly tried to change the subject. "You can just find him with your reiki—"
"Don't care!" Kagome made a point of locking eyes before getting into her car. "Photos and details. All night."
Sango let out an exasperated groan from the top of the stairs. "Why?"
"Because this is the same guy you almost arrested." Her friend got into her car, then rolled the window down. "And because you've never dressed up for anyone before." Sango was still blushing as Kagome drove off, trying to convince herself it wasn't a big deal, but the cobalt blouse and dark pencil skirt had been sitting in her closet for almost a year, so she really couldn't argue.
She was tempted to get dressed now but managed to put it away for the last hour of her shift, ducking into the bathroom as soon as her replacement radioed over that he'd started his rounds.
Stomach fluttering, Sango ran a hand through her hair. She usually wore it in a ponytail, but Kagome had included some hairspray and light makeup, so she twisted one side behind her ear, leaving the rest hanging loose over her shoulder.
She'd never been glamorous, but 'presentable' would be enough, right?
She'd just finished folding up her uniform when Kouga waltzed into the station, their eyes meeting before he let out a string of curses. Sango stared in surprise as he covered his face with one hand. "Something wrong?" she asked, suddenly nervous.
"Ya could've warned me," he grumbled. She looked down at her outfit. Had she missed a stain or a button? He hadn't said where they were going, so it wasn't as if she knew what to dress for.
Maybe he was having second thoughts.
Sango flushed in embarrassment. Why had he bothered to show up if he hadn't planned on going through with it? Her hands clenched around her uniform—this had just been a ploy to get out of the arrest. She opened her mouth to blast him and send him on his way, but then she noticed how dark his ears were, and he slumped against the doorway.
"You're beautiful." He peeked at her through his fingers, and Sango's face turned red. "But next time, let me know 'cause I was expectin' the uniform."
"Why would I go on a date in my uniform?" she asked incredulously.
"Because I only asked ya a few hours ago." Kouga scratched the back of his head. "I figured we'd just grab some takeout and go for a walk."
"I had a friend drop some stuff off," she admitted, then crossed her arms. "And I can do those things by myself."
He dragged his hand down his face, groaning softly before finally smirking. "You gonna be able to get into my truck in that skimpy excuse for a skirt?"
Sango flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Watch me."
"I plan on it," he muttered, glancing down at her bare legs. "But I won't be held responsible for where my hands go while I'm doin' it." She flushed again but blew him a kiss, grabbing her purse before joining him at the door. Despite his bravado, Kouga's hand settled in the small of her back, not moving even when he helped her into the passenger seat.
If the heat in his eyes was anything to go by, however, Sango knew she'd have to be careful with any future skirts she wore around him.
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