The Lord of the Western Lands flopped down next to his spent mate. Reveling in the afterglow he pulled Kagome closer burying his nose in her hair.
While he was very content at the moment there was one thing that irked him. It was something she had said, more like screamed he thought smugly, during.
It wasn't a word often used to describe him; at least not if one wished to go one existing in his esteemed presence. He had certainly never applied the term to himself, and yet she had chosen to. Is that truly how she saw him? Or was she thinking of his shoulder wrap? Perhaps it was his hair.
Confused more than anything, he raised his lips to her ear and whispered
"Really Kagome, Fluffy?"