She Looks So Perfect by Sereia

Chapter 1

Inspiration: "She Looks So Perfect" by 5 Seconds of Summer

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She'd only just started to show, but Kagome's skin had been overly sensitive since the beginning, her miko robs forgotten in the bottom of her clothing chest for almost a month.

Sesshoumaru had gone out of his way to try an alternative, travelling to various villages, human and youkai alike, but so far, he'd come up empty.

And Kagome had only become more miserable.

She shifted for the fifth time, trying to find a comfortable position. Mokomoko helped, but the silks covering the bed made her skin itch. She also needed to use the bathroom, and even though it was late and unlikely that anyone else would be up near their room, Kagome shirked at the thought of running through the halls naked.

Her bladder seemed to have other ideas, so she rolled out of bed with a sigh. Grabbing the closest covering, she hoped she wouldn't come across a random servant inclined to idle chatter. But as the silk grazed her shoulders, muscles bunched tight in anticipation of the rough fabric, Kagome felt nothing but a gentle tingling.

Scrambling in the darkness, she reached for a lantern, wanting—needing to see what she'd put on. There were sleeves, so it was clearly something to be worn, though they were longer than she was used to. Maybe he'd bought a larger size in anticipation of the baby getting bigger. Had Sesshoumaru found a new seamstress and forgotten to tell her?

Her fingers brushed the bottom of the lantern, and she blinked as the flame illuminated their bedroom, it taking a moment for her eyes to adjust. The silk was pale, and comfortable, and she couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to get more—

Kagome gasped as she stared down at red hexagons and plum blossom stencils.

She'd grabbed Sesshoumaru's haori.

He'd bought her youkai-made clothes before, but they'd all left her covered in splotches and a pounding head.

But not this. 

She wrapped the silk around herself, whimpering in relief at the soothing tickled her skin, easing the tightness in her muscles, and Kagome almost sagged to the floor. Why hadn't she thought of this sooner?

"You are awake," came Sesshoumaru's soft baritone, her mate appearing on the balcony. "I had hoped—" He paused in the doorway, golden eyes roaming over her form.

Kagome could barely contain her delight, twirling around. "It doesn't bother me! I can actually wear something." She rubbed her cheek against her shoulder.

"Hnn."

"Why aren't you more excited? Now I won't be cranky all the time—" The gleam in his eyes was familiar, as was the heat that started in her toes and crept slowly into her stomach. "I'm not doing anything."

"You are wearing my clothes."

"I thought you liked it better when I'm naked," she said, shivering as he slowly stalked toward her.

"There is no version of you I dislike," he purred, hands reaching into the folds of his haori, knuckles brushing the underside of her breasts. "Though there are some I prefer over others."

She hummed softly, unsure if she should curse or praise her hormones. "And this one?"

Sesshoumaru leaned down, dragging his tongue along the mark on her neck. "You are welcome to wear my crest anytime, mate. I will enjoy taking it off you."

Kagome bit her lip as he lifted her off the ground, striding purposefully back to their bed. She was glad she'd finally found something to wear, but she had a feeling she would end up spending just as much time naked as before.

 

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