Wicked Ways

Rin sat quietly in the dressing room of the band as they prepared for the night’s show. She brushed a few silver and black strands of hair from her face, her gaze looking over the crude sketches she worked at. Her hands dropped, picking up the work pad from her lap as she crossed her legs Indian style and continued to work. Sesshomaru had asked her to design the newest promotional poster for the tour, and she gladly accepted….only after a bit of his persuasive tongue.

Rin smirked a moment, letting out a short quiet laugh before she shook her head. The couch squeaked slightly as leather sat upon leather. Her head didn’t turn, it didn’t need to her heightened senses had already picked up…..

**SLAP**

Miroku fell backward over the arm of the couch, whimpering slightly before he scrambled to his feet and smiled innocently. “I was just trying to fix your skirt…” The monk raised his hands in a surrendering gesture before walking away.

The girl laughed slightly again before her hand moved to fix the disturbed hem that was so nicely showing the bottom round of her bottom, thanks to the monk’s perversion. She stopped a moment. A low growl ran through her brain echoing. She froze a moment, her hand dropping the drawing pad to the couch.

Her head snapped to the side, locating Sesshomaru across the room, faking friendly chat with Naraku and a reporter for an interview. She blinked some, growing more confused. Her mouth cautiously smiled, looking about her before she sat upon the couch once more.

I know you can hear me….Rin gulped, her head lifting up as her eyes met gold from across the room. Not Sesshomaru’s golden gaze though. Inuyasha’s. She blinked some a bit bewildered by the sudden telepathy.

Yeah….aaaannnddd…… She shot back, her brow rising as her guard began to slowly go up. Inuyasha had given her nothing but grief and dirty looks since the whole Kagome incident. The hanyou shifted some, his arms crossing over his chest as he shifted his weight to one foot.

You’d look better bleeding and… Rin blocked him instantly, shooting him a dirty glance before she stood from her seat, moving slowly across the room to stand by Sesshomaru’s side warily. The demon turned his gaze down to her, smiling some before he caught the look upon her face.

“What’s wrong?” He bent down to her slightly, kissing her bottom pouting lip. Her gaze looked to his before a soft smile broke on her face, feeling his arm wrap about her.

“Nothing…don’t worry about it.” She whispered, licking his mouth lightly, teasingly as every fear and negative thought melted from her brain. The reporter smiled brightly before she stepped over to the canoodling couple, sticking a microphone ever so politely between them as she turned to the camera with a plastered smile and asked, “SO….does this mean a future wedding for the demon of darkness, Sesshomaru?”

The two laughed a bit as they separated slightly. “If Rin wants one, she’ll get one…”

Rin froze, her nails digging slightly into his arms as she turned her gaze to him. He nodded reassuringly, before kissing her forehead lightly and pulling her to lean against him.

The reporter laughed loudly and congratulated the two on their news before shuffling out of the room. Rin pulled back slightly, her head tilting upwards before she smirked a bit. “I think that one was better than the baby and the farm line from the last interview.”

Sesshomaru grinned evilly, her hands sliding down her back a moment to squeeze her bottom before he gripped her waist, pushing her back slightly to lean against the wall behind her. “It wasn’t a line this time, Rin….”