Obligatory, part ii by Salome-sensei [Drabble #75]
Title: Obligatory, part ii
Author: Sensei
Prompt: Purse
Words: 200
Rating: OT
Genre: predictable SK kidnapping fic
Summary: see genre
Author's Note: By request and whim, I'm going to try to use these prompts for a drabble romance based on Sesshoumaru kidnapping Kagome with intent to obtain Tessaiga by ransom. I will do my utmost to have each entry make sense as a stand-alone piece even as I continue aspects one might loosely call "plot," if one were feeling generous. Ratings will vary with drabble.
Kagome lay on the hard ground, pinned by Sesshoumaru's hands upon her wrists. Even were she not held fast, she would be bound by the inescapable dominance. She could not seem to collect her thoughts or catch her breath, just as her arrogant kidnapper no doubt wished.
"I smell fear," said Sesshoumaru, the hint of a self-important smile curling the corner of his mouth. The miko's reek roused something new in him. Not the protectiveness the child invoked nor the competitive ire his bastard brother summoned, this sensation was novel, compelling.
"I'm not afraid of you," Kagome spat, voice shaky and unconvincing. She had to get control over herself. She pursed her lips and forced herself not to speak again, not to react to the brute. How could anyone be so beautiful and so terrible? A tiny part of her wanted to reach out and touch the facial stripes that were so near, the crescent moon on his brow. She squeezed her lips tighter.
Sesshoumaru made a sudden bark of derision. "Idiot girl. Should I decide to claim you, it will not be with a kiss." And with that he lifted her into his arms and vaulted into the air.
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Author: Sensei
Prompt: Purse
Words: 200
Rating: OT
Genre: predictable SK kidnapping fic
Summary: see genre
Author's Note: By request and whim, I'm going to try to use these prompts for a drabble romance based on Sesshoumaru kidnapping Kagome with intent to obtain Tessaiga by ransom. I will do my utmost to have each entry make sense as a stand-alone piece even as I continue aspects one might loosely call "plot," if one were feeling generous. Ratings will vary with drabble.
Kagome lay on the hard ground, pinned by Sesshoumaru's hands upon her wrists. Even were she not held fast, she would be bound by the inescapable dominance. She could not seem to collect her thoughts or catch her breath, just as her arrogant kidnapper no doubt wished.
"I smell fear," said Sesshoumaru, the hint of a self-important smile curling the corner of his mouth. The miko's reek roused something new in him. Not the protectiveness the child invoked nor the competitive ire his bastard brother summoned, this sensation was novel, compelling.
"I'm not afraid of you," Kagome spat, voice shaky and unconvincing. She had to get control over herself. She pursed her lips and forced herself not to speak again, not to react to the brute. How could anyone be so beautiful and so terrible? A tiny part of her wanted to reach out and touch the facial stripes that were so near, the crescent moon on his brow. She squeezed her lips tighter.
Sesshoumaru made a sudden bark of derision. "Idiot girl. Should I decide to claim you, it will not be with a kiss." And with that he lifted her into his arms and vaulted into the air.
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