Proposition One Shot
Title: One Hour
Author: Priestess Skye
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Word Prompt: Proposition
Word Count: 945
Pairing: Sess/Kag
Notes: Part of Presidency. Continuation to the Candidacy series.
Sitting at the desk outside of Shippou’s office, Kagome lay her head down on the hard surface in exhaustion. The headache, which was once a mild drum, now throbbed between her temples, causing her to wince at times. Shippou was in a meeting. She needed to escort his guest out after was all said and done and therefore couldn’t leave her station.
The background noise didn’t help either. The low hum of the fluorescent lighting, the constant traffic of people passing by, stepping in to drop documents off, or stopping by to say hello only added to the tension when she wanted to do nothing more than crawl into bed right now with the lights turned off and all curtains shut so she was surrounded in complete and utter darkness.
The aspirin was not helping and being on duty right now Kagome was fearful of taking something stronger.
Too tired, and too much in pain, she didn’t notice when he arrived, didn’t recognize the tingle or thrum of power that seemed to touch her every time he was nearby. Nearly jumping from her seat, his voice startled her, causing him to lay a hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling out.
“For God’s sake. Get somebody in here to relieve you and go to bed. I can feel your headache in my office and it’s not helping me get my work done.”
Perking her head up, she looked up at Sesshoumaru. This was something new. “You can feel it?”
“Of course I can. The discomfort of it radiates through your aura. Why do you think I’m able to find you anytime you don’t wish to be found?”
Smiling wryly, she realized her mistake in hiding from him. There were other things she needed to do to lose him in the process. Creating a diversionary trail was obviously not enough. “Can you hide an aura?”
The low growl was answer enough. “You can, but that will be one thing I’ll refuse to teach you. Go to bed.”
“I can’t, Shippou is still in a meeting and I need to escort the guest out afterward.” Checking her watch, she sighed. “I don’t think it’ll be too much longer. It’s been two hours already.”
“Meetings can go all night if they so choose. You of all people should know this. Find somebody to cover you,” he repeated.
“I wish I could. If you haven’t noticed, I’m somewhat of an outcast in this building. I haven’t earned my job,” she answered, her face scrunching in mild disgust as she spoke.
The flash of anger in his eyes was something new. While he had never been apathetic about the way she was treated here, and always supportive, she had never seen real and true anger on his part. He was always the epitome of calm. Lurking beneath the surface today there was rage. Was it always there? She wondered. Did she just not see it? “So you will work yourself sick to prove to others that you can do the job?”
“No, of course not. If I could have had somebody relieve me an hour ago, I would have. I asked. It’s not a matter of pride here. It’s a matter of nobody will help me.”
“Why didn’t you speak of this sooner? I will not allow dissention within my ranks.”
She smiled again. “Now you sound like a military leader. It’s my battle to fight. I will prove myself to your staff. I will win. I refuse to go anywhere so they can either accept me or don’t, but I’m not leaving.” Walking up to him, she shut the door to the outer office, and slipped her arms under his jacket, running them up his back to pull him closer. Her headache was already abating. His hands came to rest easily on her hips, holding her in place so she couldn’t escape. She knew this was wrong, given that there was an important guest just beyond the other set of doors to Shippou’s office, but some days it was hard to resist. Especially when he had been acting like a domineering brute. “Besides, only person I need to prove myself to is you.”
“You already have,” he murmured, shifting his hands so they rest together upon the small of her back, a spot that was clearly his favourite. “Now, stop this nonsense and go to bed. Shippou can escort his own guest out.”
“On one condition,” she answered, snickering as a single eyebrow rose. “Take an hour with me.” Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled his head down so that her lips rested lightly against the outer shell of his ears. “One hour. I can think of better ways to relax than to sleep in a big bed all by myself. I’ll leave a note for Shippou.”
“Shippou already knows,” he murmured, smirking He tapped his ear to remind her of his kitsune hearing. She could feel the blush rise in her cheeks and pressed her face into his chest. Taking one hand in his own, and leaving the other on her back, he pushed her through the doors, leaning down every minute or so to tell her what he planned on doing to her. The looks the others gave them as they passed by the hall were somewhat appalling, and embarrassing, she thought. But in the end, she didn’t care.
She already had proven herself to the one person who mattered. And he was about to spend the next hour proving just how valuable she was.
Author: Priestess Skye
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Word Prompt: Proposition
Word Count: 945
Pairing: Sess/Kag
Notes: Part of Presidency. Continuation to the Candidacy series.
Sitting at the desk outside of Shippou’s office, Kagome lay her head down on the hard surface in exhaustion. The headache, which was once a mild drum, now throbbed between her temples, causing her to wince at times. Shippou was in a meeting. She needed to escort his guest out after was all said and done and therefore couldn’t leave her station.
The background noise didn’t help either. The low hum of the fluorescent lighting, the constant traffic of people passing by, stepping in to drop documents off, or stopping by to say hello only added to the tension when she wanted to do nothing more than crawl into bed right now with the lights turned off and all curtains shut so she was surrounded in complete and utter darkness.
The aspirin was not helping and being on duty right now Kagome was fearful of taking something stronger.
Too tired, and too much in pain, she didn’t notice when he arrived, didn’t recognize the tingle or thrum of power that seemed to touch her every time he was nearby. Nearly jumping from her seat, his voice startled her, causing him to lay a hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling out.
“For God’s sake. Get somebody in here to relieve you and go to bed. I can feel your headache in my office and it’s not helping me get my work done.”
Perking her head up, she looked up at Sesshoumaru. This was something new. “You can feel it?”
“Of course I can. The discomfort of it radiates through your aura. Why do you think I’m able to find you anytime you don’t wish to be found?”
Smiling wryly, she realized her mistake in hiding from him. There were other things she needed to do to lose him in the process. Creating a diversionary trail was obviously not enough. “Can you hide an aura?”
The low growl was answer enough. “You can, but that will be one thing I’ll refuse to teach you. Go to bed.”
“I can’t, Shippou is still in a meeting and I need to escort the guest out afterward.” Checking her watch, she sighed. “I don’t think it’ll be too much longer. It’s been two hours already.”
“Meetings can go all night if they so choose. You of all people should know this. Find somebody to cover you,” he repeated.
“I wish I could. If you haven’t noticed, I’m somewhat of an outcast in this building. I haven’t earned my job,” she answered, her face scrunching in mild disgust as she spoke.
The flash of anger in his eyes was something new. While he had never been apathetic about the way she was treated here, and always supportive, she had never seen real and true anger on his part. He was always the epitome of calm. Lurking beneath the surface today there was rage. Was it always there? She wondered. Did she just not see it? “So you will work yourself sick to prove to others that you can do the job?”
“No, of course not. If I could have had somebody relieve me an hour ago, I would have. I asked. It’s not a matter of pride here. It’s a matter of nobody will help me.”
“Why didn’t you speak of this sooner? I will not allow dissention within my ranks.”
She smiled again. “Now you sound like a military leader. It’s my battle to fight. I will prove myself to your staff. I will win. I refuse to go anywhere so they can either accept me or don’t, but I’m not leaving.” Walking up to him, she shut the door to the outer office, and slipped her arms under his jacket, running them up his back to pull him closer. Her headache was already abating. His hands came to rest easily on her hips, holding her in place so she couldn’t escape. She knew this was wrong, given that there was an important guest just beyond the other set of doors to Shippou’s office, but some days it was hard to resist. Especially when he had been acting like a domineering brute. “Besides, only person I need to prove myself to is you.”
“You already have,” he murmured, shifting his hands so they rest together upon the small of her back, a spot that was clearly his favourite. “Now, stop this nonsense and go to bed. Shippou can escort his own guest out.”
“On one condition,” she answered, snickering as a single eyebrow rose. “Take an hour with me.” Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled his head down so that her lips rested lightly against the outer shell of his ears. “One hour. I can think of better ways to relax than to sleep in a big bed all by myself. I’ll leave a note for Shippou.”
“Shippou already knows,” he murmured, smirking He tapped his ear to remind her of his kitsune hearing. She could feel the blush rise in her cheeks and pressed her face into his chest. Taking one hand in his own, and leaving the other on her back, he pushed her through the doors, leaning down every minute or so to tell her what he planned on doing to her. The looks the others gave them as they passed by the hall were somewhat appalling, and embarrassing, she thought. But in the end, she didn’t care.
She already had proven herself to the one person who mattered. And he was about to spend the next hour proving just how valuable she was.