Nothing Like It by aimee_blue [drabble#128]
Title: Nothing Like It
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Twist
Words: 300
Genre: Comedy Romance
Rating: T
A/N: A future chapter of Weeds or Wildflowers, however, it is not necessary to read that first.
Summary: AU. Baking isn't simply baking.
A keen nose guided a mud-stained Sesshoumaru through the halls of his employer’s manor to the quaint little kitchen. The smell of freshly baked bread tempted his olfactory senses and zombie-like, he made his way down to Kaede’s domain.
Mondays weren’t usually baking day, so Sesshoumaru was intrigued. Pushing the heavy wooden door to the kitchen open, Sesshoumaru peered into the room and a slow smile crept up on him.
Kaede was sat with feet propped on a buffet, watching Kagome matronly. Kagome, meanwhile, was up to her elbows in dough. Sleeves rolled up, flour smeared haphazardly across one cheek, hair twisted up into a slapdash bun held in place with a clothes peg, Kagome’s blue eyes glinted with determination as she attempted to knead the dough properly.
From what Sesshoumaru could tell, it was more like she was beating the dough into submission. Slipping into the room silently, Sesshoumaru stole up behind Kaede and leaned against her chair.
“What’s she doing?” he murmured, amused that Kagome hadn’t even heard him over her enthusiastic kneading.
Kaede smiled. “Butchering bread,” she told him, chuckling wryly.
Sesshoumaru’s brows furrowed indulgently, crinkling the crescent moon on his forehead. “She’s happy.”
Kaede’s gaze softened.
Apparently, he’d spoken too loud as Kagome spun on her heel, cheeks flushing as she spied him. “Sesshoumaru!”
“Bread?” Sesshoumaru asked, moving to her side.
Kagome grinned and wrinkled her nose as Sesshoumaru rubbed the flour from her cheek with a clawed thumb. “It’s great for stress relief,” she confided.
A cursory glance was flicked at the bread baking merrily in the oven. “They’ve turned out well.”
Kagome ducked her head. “Those were Kaede’s.”
Sesshoumaru snorted. “I’m sure there’s nothing like the taste of your own hard effort.”
Kagome looked down at the pulverised dough and giggled. “Nothing like it.”
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Twist
Words: 300
Genre: Comedy Romance
Rating: T
A/N: A future chapter of Weeds or Wildflowers, however, it is not necessary to read that first.
Summary: AU. Baking isn't simply baking.
A keen nose guided a mud-stained Sesshoumaru through the halls of his employer’s manor to the quaint little kitchen. The smell of freshly baked bread tempted his olfactory senses and zombie-like, he made his way down to Kaede’s domain.
Mondays weren’t usually baking day, so Sesshoumaru was intrigued. Pushing the heavy wooden door to the kitchen open, Sesshoumaru peered into the room and a slow smile crept up on him.
Kaede was sat with feet propped on a buffet, watching Kagome matronly. Kagome, meanwhile, was up to her elbows in dough. Sleeves rolled up, flour smeared haphazardly across one cheek, hair twisted up into a slapdash bun held in place with a clothes peg, Kagome’s blue eyes glinted with determination as she attempted to knead the dough properly.
From what Sesshoumaru could tell, it was more like she was beating the dough into submission. Slipping into the room silently, Sesshoumaru stole up behind Kaede and leaned against her chair.
“What’s she doing?” he murmured, amused that Kagome hadn’t even heard him over her enthusiastic kneading.
Kaede smiled. “Butchering bread,” she told him, chuckling wryly.
Sesshoumaru’s brows furrowed indulgently, crinkling the crescent moon on his forehead. “She’s happy.”
Kaede’s gaze softened.
Apparently, he’d spoken too loud as Kagome spun on her heel, cheeks flushing as she spied him. “Sesshoumaru!”
“Bread?” Sesshoumaru asked, moving to her side.
Kagome grinned and wrinkled her nose as Sesshoumaru rubbed the flour from her cheek with a clawed thumb. “It’s great for stress relief,” she confided.
A cursory glance was flicked at the bread baking merrily in the oven. “They’ve turned out well.”
Kagome ducked her head. “Those were Kaede’s.”
Sesshoumaru snorted. “I’m sure there’s nothing like the taste of your own hard effort.”
Kagome looked down at the pulverised dough and giggled. “Nothing like it.”