The Miko and the Demon (Sesshomaru x Kagome)

Flirting with Death

Author's note: Another chapter? Just a day later than the previous one? *gasp* I know, I know. No need to thank me for my service (although your votes and comments are much appreciated). Anyway...back to the story. Warning.: it gets a little 'spicy' at the end.
——————————-
Kagome's POV:

"What does flirting mean?"

Kagome's fork clinked onto her plate. There was no way she could explain flirting to this dude. And Rin was watching! This was way too much. She almost considered excusing herself and saying that she was ill, but it was Sesshomaru. He'd know she was lying right away.

"Oh, um. Well..." Sesshomaru noted the pink tinge that now colored the miko's cheeks. It only made him want to know more. What was she thinking of that made her react that way?  Unfortunately, that was the moment Rin's etiquette teacher chose to enter the room and prostrate himself in front of the silver-haired demon.

"My Lord, may I be allowed to speak?" The wrinkly old man had always annoyed Sesshomaru. What made this lowly lizard demon think that he could interrupt the Western Lord's meal? People were becoming too complacent with him these days. He didn't need more than finger, let alone a whole arm, to silence them. (His left arm was still a sore spot for Sesshomaru.)

"Quickly. Or else you may find yourself without a tongue to speak with." Kagome gulped at his steely voice.

Sesshomaru rested his head in his hand, a vaguely bored expression crossing his face. The miko had only been around Sesshomaru for a short while, but she was already beginning to decode the subtle facial cues he had made such great efforts to conceal.

"My Lord! It pains me greatly to interrupt your meal, but Lady Rin's lessons must begin soon, as she is to return to the Western palace in the coming week, " the black-haired ass-kisser said, putting on an (obviously fake) pained expression. If even Kagome could tell that much, then Sesshomaru definitely knew it. He looked over at the small girl, and saw that Rin's plate was empty. An expression crossed his face, although Kagome couldn't decipher what it meant.

As the tutor spoke, Kagome's eyes were drawn to the long shimmering strands of hair that swept across the table. Okay, it was time to come clean. Ever since she had first laid eyes on it, Kagome had harbored a fantasy of stroking Sesshomaru's hair. Sure, she had brushed Inuyasha's unruly hair before—much to his displeasure— but this was different. Inuyasha's hair was thick and coarse, but Sesshomaru....Sesshomaru had the kind of hair that would make shampoo models weep. Kagome could picture him on one of those clickbait advertisements that says FIVE TRICKS YOUR HAIRSTYLIST DOESNT WANT YOU TO KNOW!

He glanced at her sideways, breaking Kagome out of her dazed stupor. Immediately, she looked away, flushing slightly. "Very well. Rin, you must begin your lessons now," Sesshomaru said in his typical monotone voice.

"But my Lord, I want to play with lady Kagome more," the child pleaded. Unfortunately for her, once the Demon lord had made up his mind, there wasn't much that could sway him.

"Rin. We will be returning to the palace in a few days, and you must be prepared." He gave her a stern (although not scathing) glare. Rin's mouth turned downward, and she resigned herself to attend the old-tutor's hellish lessons. "Yes, my lord." Before she left, Rin turned and yelled "Bye Lady Kagome!"

And then there were two.

A few moments passed and nothing happened, but Kagome was afraid to look up. Would it be okay for her to leave? Was he supposed to stand up first? The girl had no idea what the protocol was in a situation like this. She didn't sit down for dinner with demon lords every day, after all. Sesshomaru stood up, and she could feel her blood freeze from the look he gave her. She hurriedly stood up after him.