InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Lapdog ( Chapter 31 )
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By: nowyouseemenowyoudont 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 715 | Visits: 313 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 715 | Visits: 313 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Secret Lapdog
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Hook [drabble#93]
Words: 400
Genre: Romance Humour
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Summary: Kagome is recovering from her illness, with a little help from Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru sighed morosely as he realised that, despite always being in control of everything, he was now bending to Kagome's every whim. This was probably why he'd agreed to look after the recovering - yet still sickly - woman whilst her friends had gone visiting parents.
She was a little better, the demon disease he had unwittingly infected her with was stubbornly persisting though, and she'd been taking the ridiculous pain medication less frequently. So, between bouts of being completely loopy, she teetered on the edge of being entirely cantankerous. Normal.
Right now, he was waiting expectantly for her pain medication to kick in as she huffed and wriggled on the sofa; wrapped in her green duvet she looked like a giant caterpillar.
As her smile grew more vacant and her eyes more peaceful, he braced himself for the inevitable onslaught of Deranged Kagome. Damn Totosai for prescribing demon strength pain-medication.
“Sesshoumaru,” she grumbled, peering up owlishly at the reticent demon lord from over the arm of her sofa.
“Yes?” he asked, folding his arms, suspicious of any shenanigans.
“I'm hot,” she grumbled, going cross-eyed as she glared at the curl resting in the middle of her forehead.
“You are feverish,” he corrected.
“Can I have a bath?” she questioned, blue eyes fixing him with a pleading gaze.
“Can you?” he asked mordantly.
Hissing at him, she tried to get up and fell with a plop back onto the sofa. “Nope, legs don't work today.”
“Of course,” he muttered, swooping down on the woman and lifting her over his shoulder.
She giggled but nearly staggered over when he abruptly tipped her right way up and let go.
Catching her elbow resignedly, he gestured to the bathtub. “There. Don't drown yourself.”
Leaving the bathroom, affording her some modesty, he traversed the small apartment to her kitchen to make himself some tea. Halfway through the ritual of making the tea, his ears caught a muffled, garbled sound of outrage, and he made his way to the bathroom to make sure she hadn't drowned herself.
Expecting disaster, he was amused to find it was not the case, somehow, Kagome had managed to get her long hair caught in the hook of her bra clasp, whilst she was still wearing it, and so she was stuck, head bent backwards to bare her neck, flailing helplessly.
Brusquely disentangling her hair, he deadpanned, “Bad luck must follow you.”
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Hook [drabble#93]
Words: 400
Genre: Romance Humour
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Summary: Kagome is recovering from her illness, with a little help from Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru sighed morosely as he realised that, despite always being in control of everything, he was now bending to Kagome's every whim. This was probably why he'd agreed to look after the recovering - yet still sickly - woman whilst her friends had gone visiting parents.
She was a little better, the demon disease he had unwittingly infected her with was stubbornly persisting though, and she'd been taking the ridiculous pain medication less frequently. So, between bouts of being completely loopy, she teetered on the edge of being entirely cantankerous. Normal.
Right now, he was waiting expectantly for her pain medication to kick in as she huffed and wriggled on the sofa; wrapped in her green duvet she looked like a giant caterpillar.
As her smile grew more vacant and her eyes more peaceful, he braced himself for the inevitable onslaught of Deranged Kagome. Damn Totosai for prescribing demon strength pain-medication.
“Sesshoumaru,” she grumbled, peering up owlishly at the reticent demon lord from over the arm of her sofa.
“Yes?” he asked, folding his arms, suspicious of any shenanigans.
“I'm hot,” she grumbled, going cross-eyed as she glared at the curl resting in the middle of her forehead.
“You are feverish,” he corrected.
“Can I have a bath?” she questioned, blue eyes fixing him with a pleading gaze.
“Can you?” he asked mordantly.
Hissing at him, she tried to get up and fell with a plop back onto the sofa. “Nope, legs don't work today.”
“Of course,” he muttered, swooping down on the woman and lifting her over his shoulder.
She giggled but nearly staggered over when he abruptly tipped her right way up and let go.
Catching her elbow resignedly, he gestured to the bathtub. “There. Don't drown yourself.”
Leaving the bathroom, affording her some modesty, he traversed the small apartment to her kitchen to make himself some tea. Halfway through the ritual of making the tea, his ears caught a muffled, garbled sound of outrage, and he made his way to the bathroom to make sure she hadn't drowned herself.
Expecting disaster, he was amused to find it was not the case, somehow, Kagome had managed to get her long hair caught in the hook of her bra clasp, whilst she was still wearing it, and so she was stuck, head bent backwards to bare her neck, flailing helplessly.
Brusquely disentangling her hair, he deadpanned, “Bad luck must follow you.”