InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Messages ( Chapter 16 )

Title: Secret Messages

Author: aimee_blue

Prompt: Bury (drabble#83)

Genre: Humour/ Romance

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Word count: 400

Summary: Continues from my `flute' drabble, Secret Hentai. Sesshoumaru and Kagome stay late one night and end up entangled.

 

 

Folding his jacket over one arm, Sesshoumaru prepared to return home. Stopping at the door, the Inu turned slowly to look at the room one last time; he was certain he had just heard a groan. His ears did not lie.

 

Seeking out the sound of the mumbling, he came across Kagome's desk, piled high with collapsed towers of papers, and frowned when he realised it was vacant.

 

Deciding to delve further into the mess that was Kagome's desk, he picked up a manuscript and nearly fell over backwards. She was underneath the pile!

 

Slumped over the desk, clearly asleep, a pen stuck to one rosy cheek and her hair uncoiling from its bun, she looked completely adorable.

 

Adorable? He almost shuddered but promptly eviscerated the word from his vocabulary.

 

“Kagome?” he called, almost tenderly. Though he would never admit himself capable of those emotions.

 

A soft grumble escaped her lips and she buried into the pile of manuscripts, escaping from the voice that wanted her awake.

 

His golden eyes softened slightly as she curled up like a cat, her long limbs coiling into her chair, bringing her feet off the floor and tucking them under her perch on the chair.

 

A loud buzzing sound snapped him from his observation and he snatched her phone from the desk before it vibrated off of the table.

 

Flipping the phone open he opened her new message and, unrepentant about snooping, he hastily scanned through her inbox and growled.

 

Apparently, she saw fit to moan about him via texts to her friends all day.

 

Ice Prince?

 

Arrogant bastard?

 

Apparently he was an annoyingly antagonistic asshole too.

 

Hn. She was an impertinent woman indeed.

 

“Kagome!” he yelled.

 

Squawking in a rather unladylike manner, she shot out of her seat and blinked sleepily at him.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Your nicknames for me leave something to be desired.”

 

Flushing slightly, she reached to take the phone from him, only to find he had lifted it above his head; out of her reach.

 

“That's just childish!” she pouted, planting her hands firmly on her hips.

 

“Hn.”

 

“Don't you `hn' me!” she exclaimed, leaping erratically for the phone. He dodged agilely but was not expecting her legs to tangle with his own. Depositing them in a heap on the floor.

 

“Ow.”

 

“This is entirely your fault,” Sesshoumaru intoned dryly from beneath the fallen Kagome.

 

“You are impossible,” she lamented exasperatedly.