What she wants, She gets

Scissors and Mood Swings.



Lazily Sesshomaru raked his claws through her crown of lush thick onyx tress, such a contrast to his own moonlit mane, and yet so beautiful that the obsidian depth was darker then any he’d ever seen. It reminded him of times of old when women always wore their hair long, he liked it this way, and loved very much just to run his hands through it, and relax, to rub his claws gently against her scalp, too bad he had no clue what was in store for one of his favorite things.



Months ago, when she found out she was pregnant, Kagome had done everything that a pregnant woman was supposed to. She’d given up coffee, caffeine, salts, sugars all in moderation and to her doctors orders, she was never a smoker, she even ate much more liver then she ever wanted to eat again in her life. She even stopped dying her hair. Honestly she’d only dyed it to make it a rich chocolate brown, having never been fund of the jet black tress, for many years she’d done it, and even though her mate had told her he’d prefer her to be more natural she’d continued the habit until she’d found she was with child.



As all things went, the hormones and the vitamins had helped both her hair growth and the strength and growth of her nails. She called them mini-claws, as they were not near as sharp or as strong as her mates, but they could leave a fantastic set of marks on his back, and hiss ass, she blushed at the thought. But as of late her hair had just been annoying her so. They were well past the record for her pregnancy, as it seemed that her mates and her own combined powers needed much time to finally settle out with in her pups.



Normal human females had the luxury of only nine months of aches, pains, cravings, moodswings, Kagome was working on month number twenty one, slowly she felt like she was never going to be without the belly. This honestly though hadn’t been a problem for her other then she just wanted to meet her babies, her pups, that was the only draw back. And yet now getting so close to the end she really hated her hair. The long thick tress had grown so much in nearly two years since finding out that she was with child. When she married and mated, it had hung near her mid back, and she’d been fine with that, but now it nearly dragged on the floor, and it was making her crazy to have to deal with it.



Showers were given up simply because the water ran cold as she washed the lengthy mop, and the more she thought of it the more she wanted to growl, if only her own throat would resonate as her mates could. Kagome had no idea why she’d stopped cutting it, she didn’t know why at all, it’d simply been forgotten, and then she found she liked the extra length, but soon the extra became far too much. Her once cheery disposition when it came to her hair had become a growling mess of aggravation, and so with that in mind, and Sango in toe, she escaped her mate for just a little while and met at a salon, where the demise of her long tress was met.



Donated to a note worthy charity, the nearly four feet of hair was sent away, in it place was a stylish bob that sat right on the nape of her neck, the style having a longer length in the front to neatly frame her face. The dye was no longer in her hair as it had long ago grown out, and so only lush thick but sculpted style remained set in perfectly set onyx.



She was overly pleased with herself as she, like the cat that caught the mouse long hunted but never forgotten, when she and her friends went shopping for the rest of that afternoon. Kagome had even managed to make it home before her mate had come back from one of his trips to the office, so tired was she that she simply flopped as much as a heavily pregnant woman could right into their fluffy bed, and she was out like a light.



Sesshomaru had only stepped out for a few hours, his mate had gone off with a trusted friend and though instinct and pride denied that he should let her leave, he figured it would not do well to try and exert such dominance, his miko had never liked it one bit unless it involved a tryst. His little miko only allowed herself to be dominated elsewhere in life and in public, and he knew this, it was one of the reasons he loved her so, because she allowed him to tame her, rather then just being tamed for no reason.



Smirking to himself he followed her scent easily to the bedroom his mind still set on both domination and a tryst, but was unprepared for what he found.



His favorite past time had been butcher, his eyes were wide, his mouth hung open, “How could she…” he whispered out loud, mourning the lose of her long locks. She stired as he came in the room, sat up even to look at him as he spoke, but he couldn’t bare to look at her for the moment, and just as she was about to call out to him he turned on his heel and left her there. Kagome didn’t understand what was wrong, her hand flew to her locks and caressed the shorter length, ‘was it too short?’ She asked herself, as she went to sit near their bedroom window, pulling mokomoko over her body as she sat.



For an hour he had to cool down, and Kagome could feel it through her mating mark that he was not at all pleased, she didn’t understand what had him so upset. When he finally calmed himself to be able to talk to her, he went into their room where he’d known she was still.



She sat near their window covered in his mokomoko, seeking comfort where he had given none. Her silhouette was breath taking and the site of her long pale uncovered neck fed to his baser need to lick, kiss, and suckle upon the limb. Her face was away from him, watching as the sun lit the evening sky as it sank into the ever giving night.



She turned her face to look at him, he could see the glisten of tears that had fallen because of him and his rejection when he‘d come home, her hair flew prettily around her framing her face, and he could not lie. She was beautiful. The new cut was so different but it suited her well.



He sighed as he made his way towards her, sitting in front of her noticing just how beautiful she was. She was in a white silk dressing gown, flowing beautifully over her well defined curves, his mokomoko fluffed and plumed all around her, her short black crop of hair cuffed neatly in a bob, a bit longer in the front to frame her face. It lit her up, and he could tell it made her happy. That was enough.



Silently he ran his hands through the silken tress, noticing how light it felt from her heavy locks before, gripping it tightly but not with force he pulled her into a searing kiss that left them breathless. “Its different.” he murmured as he pulled away to look at it once more, he‘d never tell her that it suited her. She sniffled a bit and gave a watery smile.



“I felt I needed a change. You didn’t like it.” she stated knowing it was the truth.



“I was not expecting it. I’d rather liked being able to use its length as a handle bar.” he teased setting a familiar heat blooming in her body, she smirked at him still as he raised his brow.



“Its not too short, I’m sure you can manage.” she bantered back with a sly grin he knew very well.



“Is that an invitation to try?” he countered moving closer towards his prey. His reply was simply a waggling brow and a giggle as she got up, and allowed mokomoko to fall down her body in a teasing manor, heading towards their bed, the tai following as all good puppies do.