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Day 1
In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best way to appease her boredom, but sometime just before dawn, Kagome crawled out from beneath the sheets, grabbed her phone, switched her camera app to video, and hit record.
Chances were she could have been quieter about it.
“Somewhere in the Southeastern United States, mythical creatures known as youkai still exist.”
One gold eye cracked open, and Sesshoumaru yawned. “What are you doing?”
“Here, the rarely spotted male inuyoukai displays his fangs—”
His look darkened.
“—after just waking in his den to greet the morning sun.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you recording?”
Choking back a laugh, Kagome braced on her elbows, zooming in on his face. “This particular male doesn’t especially like mornings—”
“You misspoke wife.”
“—and is prone to hissing and grumbling upon first light.”
The blankets flew back, Sesshoumaru shot up, and Kagome laugh-screamed.
“Give me that now!”
Day 2
Boredom was going to get her killed one day.
Creeping around the door to the bathroom with her phone in hand, Kagome waited until she caught his image in the mirror before she started.
“While naturally adaptive creatures, Inuyoukai have been unable to alter their appearance over the centuries and currently rely on physical and cosmetic means to hide their distinctive markings.”
With an exasperated sigh, Sesshoumaru finished popping in a contact and then shot her a glare. “Again, Miko?”
She pressed her lips together. “Like most reclusive beings, the inuyoukai is wary of intrusion or observation.”
He glared. “Remember, there was a time when I killed for less.” When she laughed and didn’t leave, Sesshoumaru scowled, picking up a brush to start covering his markings.
Kagome snickered. “Unfortunately for our inuyoukai, his skin is quite fair, requiring customized foundation to accommodate his needs.”
The makeup brush clattered to the counter, and Sesshoumaru lunged. “Get out!”
But before he could grab her, she ducked into the bedroom, cackling the entire way.
Day 3
The sound of running water lured her in.
“Meticulous in his appearance, the inuyoukai bathes morning and night—”
The shower door cracked open, a wet rag pitching her way.
“—and requires an ungodly amount of salon quality shampoo to tame the traditionally long hair he still refuses to cut.”
Gold eyes narrowed at her through the clear glass. “Is nothing sacred anymore?”
Kagome hit pause and blinked. “Sacred?”
Giving her a flat look, Sesshoumaru motioned to his entirely nude self.
“Oh.” Cheeky, she grinned. “Don’t worry. You look fine.” She lifted the phone again. “Besides, the water and steam kinda pixelate things anyway.”
“Kagome—"
“Eh…maybe not. I can see your markings and the tattoo on your arm.”
“I will give you three seconds to leave, and then I am getting out.”
Biting down on her lip, she hit record again. “While one of the larger of his species, the male inuyoukai…”
A gust of youki blew the stall door open. “Miko!”
Almost tripping over her own feet, Kagome ran.
She took his towel with her.
Day 4
When he returned home from work, she was waiting on the front porch, and when he stepped out of his car, she struck.
“Over time, our inuyoukai has had to adapt to the world and its changes, hiding his true nature behind the nine to five grind as most humans do.”
Sesshoumaru snorted and locked the car, pulling out his phone to check his messages. “Try seven to seven. And turn that off.”
Kagome flashed a smile. “No. Now, like many human males, the male inuyoukai also is susceptible to a degree of irritability after his shift.”
“I will not apologize for that.”
“But though at times pissy—”
He shot her a look.
“—and a predator by nature, the male inuyoukai is dedicated to his work and displays a characteristic compassion on a daily basis.”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he turned back to his phone.
“As is evident by the Disney characters covering his scrubs.”
His head snapped up, lips pursed, and he scowled…
…and then got back into the car.
Kagome howled, clutching her stomach as he backed out of the driveway. “Honey, come back!” She laughed harder. “You’re still in the scrubs!”
Day 5
She found him in the kitchen.
Grinning at the old t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and knotted pile of hair on his head, she snuck around the corner, just as he started making a sandwich.
“Though he is unable to hunt for his food as he could in the past, the male inuyoukai…”
Sesshoumaru turned, eyes flashing red as a growl rolled low in his chest.
Grumbling, Kagome retreated for the bedroom. “The male inuyoukai has a bad attitude.”
Day 6
Catching him doing chores was a goldmine.
Closing the front door with a soft click, Kagome held her phone at the ready, hiding her smile at the sight of him up to his elbows in soap suds with the hose in his hand.
“Despite his status among his kind, as the years have passed, the male inuyoukai has set aside his station and embraced a certain degree of domesticity. See here how he washes his and his mate’s cars.”
His back going ramrod straight, Sesshoumaru dropped the sudsy sponge and held up two fingers, the faintest hint of green sparking off the tip of them. “Put it away, Kagome.”
She laughed off his warning and called his bluff. “You won’t outside. Someone could see.”
Countenance darkening, the green flashed just a bit brighter.
“Lies, Demon Lord.” Satisfied when he swore under his breath and picked up the sponge again, Kagome sat on the porch steps and returned to filming. “Though menial work, the male inuyoukai embraces—”
Sesshoumaru aimed the hose over the hood and sprayed her.
“—hey!”
Day 7
She never anticipated the tables being turned on her.
Saturday, Kagome was halfway through her morning shower when the bathroom door opened, and he slipped inside.
Through the shower glass, she paused scrubbing at her scalp and watched as he began to undress. “What are you doing?”
He pulled his phone from the pocket of his pants before tossing them in the hamper. “The male inuyoukai does not enjoy waking without his mate on his days off.”
Jaw dropping when she realized he was recording, Kagome scrambled to rinse the shampoo from her hair. “The male inuyoukai shouldn’t sleep so late then.” She screeched when he opened the stall door and got in with her, propping the phone on one of the built-in shelves. “Don’t bring that in here!”
Sesshoumaru ignored her and grabbed her, hoisting her about his waist before lowering his lips to her ear. “You have been recording all week, Miko.” His teeth grazed over the soft skin there, traveling lower, and he kissed the pulse point at her neck. “Why stop now?”
She tried to respond. But his mouth found hers, and there was warmth and skin and wet…
As he slid inside of her, Kagome groaned. “Can’t think of a good reason.”
His chuckle vibrated against her skin, and then he took her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Good girl.”