From Here to the Moon and Back

Sesskag Week: Day Three

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Warm fire and Home

Sesskag Week 2019 | Red Tulip - Fame, charity, trust

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Kagome’s fingers worked the thin and stale stalks with deft precision; she separated the needles and leaves of the sage from the stems. Winter was approaching soon, and she wanted to stock up on as much herbs as she could while the weather was still pleasant and benevolent enough to work. Once the rain and chill set in, her abilities to venture outdoors would be lessened significantly. So would her ability to keep herself busy. She paused and let her vision graze the horizon for one long guilty minute before she huffed and set herself to focus twice as hard to her work.

Yes, she had been hoping to see Sesshomaru’s figure on the horizon. Yes, it bothered her that he had been gone for a month now. Yes, she was worried sick. But she wouldn’t say a thing—absolutely not. She wasn’t dependent or clingy.

But she housed a tight nervousness in her stomach, a fear that she scared him away.

Scare Sesshomaru? Kagome tried to laugh. A brave youkai lord like him does not get scared. But annoyed was a different story.

She troubled her bottom lip between her teeth as she stood. Fidgeting with the basket of herbs in her grasp, Kagome told herself everything was fine. She did so with a smile and a surprisingly sweet hum. She thought about all of her favorite songs instead of the wide charity of Sesshomaru’s patience wasted on her idle chatter. She danced as she walked down the path to her hut. All the many times she talked his ears off had added up and surely he had stalked away without wanting to give her notice. Pushing back the summer-beaded curtains to her home, she tilted her head back and wondered what would be for dinner. Again, she’d be eating alon—

A jolt stopped her with a snap and she stared blankly at the sea of red tulips—bulbs, stems, and all—piled knee-high on her small floorspace. Sesshomaru stood at the center, his head bowed as he sieved through the flowers with a scrunched expression on his face. His nose twitched and she wondered if he could detect her scent amidst the overwhelming perfume and pollen. Regardless, he could see and when he caught the movement of her in the corner of his vision, he rose to full-height and gave her a slight tilt of his head. Kagome set her basket down at the front and picked her way as carefully as she could to him.

“Well, if it isn’t the famed daiyoukai. How strange to see him in a pool of flowers,” she teased, eagerly taking his hand when he offered it.

His brow lifted and he scoffed, pulling her flush against him.

A sigh built in her chest, but she refused to let it escape. If she did, then Sesshomaru would know how apprehensive she had been about him. But now, with the familiar feeling of his cool armor beneath her cheek and the sensation of his claws languidly sifting through her hair, she wondered why she had been worried. Content to snuggle into his embrace, she felt all too wiling to forget the elephant in the room—the beautifully bright and fragrant vermillion piles of elephants, actually.

But the Inu seemed to have a different agenda on his mind. He swept his arms up behind the crook of her knees. She squeaked as he drew her up. In a split second he granted her a rare toothy smile as he nuzzled the bridge of her throat

“You, little miko, are incredibly easy to decipher,” he crooned softly, brushing his nose along the crook of her neck to inhale slow and deliberate breaths.

She yelped. “How so?”

Rubbing lazy circles up her spine, Sesshomaru did not answer immediately. Instead he carried her throughout the room in slow spirals. With well-though steps, and all the elegance and grace expected from him—he wove in and out of the tulip piles, kimono sleeves fluttering. He walked for a while, his circling steps matching the soothing tracing along her. Oddly calming.

“This Sesshomaru traveled west and then north to find these blooms,” he hummed. “A merchant told me the meaning of the flowers when I happened across a meadow.”

“Did you bring back the entire meadow?”

“That is not the question you should be inquiring,” he appeared slightly offended before gifting a slight shrug. “And no.”

Kagome giggled. “Alright, then Sessh. What did the merchant tell you?”

“Still not quite the right questions,” he teased.

“Sesshomaru,” she laughed, nuzzling his cheek as her curiosity piqued. “What is the meaning of this?”

For a brief pause, Sesshomaru seemed to falter. At least that’s what it could have been interpreted as. But Kagome knew better. The flicker of his gaze beneath his lashes and this smooth unworried brow. In his own way, the daiyoukai was enjoying this moment. She knew the faint nuances of his movements that told her he was processing the information of any situation.

“Trust,” he murmured, “Trust that I will always return to you.”

He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss, to which she responded happily and readily.

With such a genuine response, he returned to her mouth with something a little hungrier and more demanding. Kagome smiled and parted her lips slightly, sighing his name with a pleased sigh. His hand had moved from her neck to cradle the back of her head while his other arm returned her legs to the floor. She stood on her own, but beside him, hands fisted gently into the cloth of his kimono while she tilted her head back a little further to give him better access. His bangs brushed against her forehead and she relished the musky scent that hovered close to his skin: all forest and open sky and long trailing roads—but also always of warm fire and home.

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