Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
A/N: Creature of Shadow spends hours, daily, going through the Dokuga Chat logs. And knowing how profligate we chat addicts are, let me inform those of you who don't chat much - those logs are LONG. She murders her eyes checking them word by word to make sure we have a happy, healthy, encouraging atmosphere in chat, that there is no inappropriate behaviour, that we all feel free to have fun, and be ourselves! She's the Chatmom, really, and I've lost count of how many times she's bailed me out and given me second chances when I going off my rocker about something. She listened to my problems, she gave me advice, and she never lost her patience once through it all.
So here I am, heaping luff and snuggles on you, Shadow, dear! I hope you enjoy these! I hope ALL of you readers enjoy these!
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Kagome wondered if she would ever learn the following valuable lesson – panic is the sworn enemy of productivity. She had, in the process of dressing herself for work, reduced the room to a spectacular mess of clothes, cosmetics, shoes and wet towels.
And she was still standing in her bathrobe. And the only reason she wasn’t rushing around anymore was that she’d banged into her unwary husband and sent him sprawling.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry but it’s really really late so for god’s sake unless you’re here to help get up and get out and don’t you what the hell do you think you’re DOING?!”
For her aforementioned husband was up and about and was devoting himself to getting rid of the ties that held her bathrobe closed. Large, insistent hands made short work of the belt. Sensitive fingers trailed the opening, skittering over her stomach, tickling the damp valley between her breasts and lightly massaging her shoulders as he pushed the robe off her.
Sesshoumaru leaned into her, nose grazing her ear. Her breath caught. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Helping.”
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