This Sesshoumaru Doesn't Do Christmas

This Sesshoumaru Doesn’t Do Christmas

Chapter 2 – Let the Games and Questions Begin

Friday, November 28, 2008

“Damn, Kaggie! How many candy canes could one girl need?” Inuyasha asked with a laugh.

Mirkou had a curious look on his face for a moment before an enlightened expression spread across it. “Think for a moment, my friend. What would make an attractive girl who you see every day suddenly make you pop a boner every time you look at her?”

Inuyasha thought for a moment before laughing again. “Something in her mouth! Damn, Sesshoumaru doesn’t have a chance against you, wench, does he?”

“Not if I can help it. I wanna hit the lingerie section before we’re done here too, ‘kay?”

“That poor, poor man,” Sango giggled.

-

Sesshoumaru sighed, running his fingers through his hair before dropping his head to his desk. He was exhausted and his head hurt, both things that demons should never suffer, let alone a demon of his power and strength. Both were also the side effect of his lies. He wasn’t going to be able to hold up his illusions forever, not if he did what he was planning. He was going to have to let her see, but he was afraid to.

She had only dated one demon before him, and she was a miko after all. He would have hidden the markings on his face if she hadn’t already seen them. He wanted to get close to her so badly that he would have done anything to make sure she agree to go out with him. He kept things from her, basically lied to her. How did he even begin to explain that? Now that he was with her he was certain he didn’t ever want to be without her, but he was terrified that she would leave him when she found out his secrets, so the lies continued.

-

“I think I’m going to have to use his card for some of this. I’m getting a lot more than I’d planned.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement. So then do it! He made a trip to the bank and signed papers to get a card in your name for you. He wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble if he didn’t want you to use it!” Inuyasha replied.

“I just don’t like spending his money. He works hard for it! It’s bad enough he won’t let me chip in on rent and bills.”

“He can’t, Kagome. You know, some of those miko classes you refused to take might have done you some good,” Sango said with a sigh.

“What do you mean, ‘he can’t’?”

“I mean he physically can’t let you pay rent and bills. It’s a dog demon thing. His natural instinct is to provide for you. Since he can’t go hunting to bring back food, he provides by working and paying for your home and groceries and things. You really should know that kind of thing! You’ve been friends with Inuyasha for years!”

“I had no idea. He doesn’t act like Inuyasha. Half the time I forget he’s a demon at all. If it wasn’t for the markings on his face…”

“He doesn’t act like a demon? He doesn’t growl like Inuyasha?” Miroku asked, while balancing another item in their overflowing cart.

“Not really. He only ever growls when he’s around Inuyasha.”

“What about other stuff? When you’re… intimate… with him…”

“Oh, come on! I don’t want to think about Sesshoumaru fucking Kagome! Ow! What the fuck was that for, bitch?”

Kagome frowned at her less than socially competent friend. “There are kids everywhere!” she hissed at him. “No swearing!”

“And be a grown-up, for Kami’s sake!” Sango added, frustrated that she had been cut off. She turned back to Kagome and continued as if Inuyasha had never protested at all. “Doesn’t he… oh, I don’t know, lick, bite? You know what I mean. Dog things!”

“He doesn’t lick any more than any other guy, I don’t think, and he’s never bitten me.”

“In the whole time you’ve been together he’s never bitten you? That doesn’t make sense. Everything I’ve ever learned or read said that dog demons are very oral, lots of skin licking, nibbling, and biting. That is so strange. I don’t understand.”