Garters and Garlands by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

AN: This one is just kinda silly XD For the Sesskag Smutmas event - Day 7.

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Snow fell continuously outside like powdered sugar. The clock mounted on the wall gave relentless, droning ticks as minutes passed in otherwise stony silence, faintly broken by sizzling on the stove. Sesshoumaru checked his watch for the umpteenth time, keeping down a sigh as he sat within the cabin's kitchen. He stretched long legs beneath the table, drumming claw-tipped fingers on its shiny surface.

This wasn't good. There was no point in continuing if she felt uncomfortable. Losing a simple board game didn't have to have such extreme consequences. He could hear her fidgeting with clothing and occasionally letting out short, embarrassed breaths. He was also dressed especially for the occasion, though his attire consisted of a dark suit, tailored pants and red tie. 

"Kagome," he called in a drawl towards the bedroom. "The food will burn. You do not have to accept the penalty game if you do not want t-"

"So sorry for the wait, Master."

Golden eyes flew wide the second they took in the maid bowing before him. Kagome straightened, blue eyes firm as diamonds, a winning smile stretching across pink, kissable lips.

Sesshoumaru's mouth grew dry. How…unexpected. He blinked as she happily made her way about the kitchen, removing a pot from the heat and going about making food with faintly 'cute' noises to accentuate her movements.

"Awah! Too hot!" Kagome whined, sucking on her finger.

Golden eyes flattened. He could do without the exaggerated cuteness and fake injuries. She knew such a thing would just annoy him- her way of 'winning' their batsu game, he assumed. However…

Sesshoumaru tipped his head to admire his mate's shapely legs that disappeared beneath a short black petticoat. He caught a glimpse of a garter hugging her thigh near the end of her white stockings and inhaled sharply, claws curling across the table in a light scrape.

She couldn't hope to stifle his enjoyment when wearing such tempting clothing.

"Kagome-"

"Ah, please refer to me as Maid-sama!~"

Sesshoumaru gazed at her flatly before pushing his chair back from the table slightly, chair legs screeching across the wooden floors in protest. He patted his thigh purposefully.

"Come here, Kagome."

Kagome paused, eyeing him and setting her shoulders. He noticed stubbornness and hint of mischief enter her gaze, before Kagome turned away. "Just a moment, Master. The food isn't ready yet."

Sesshoumaru's cock twitched, and he marvelled at the heat that stirred through his lower abdomen. Submissive, dominant or bratty and snarling, sweet or gentle…somehow it just didn't seem to matter what way Kagome acted. What mood she was in. His body lit up, craving her the second she made a deliberate move to provoke his dark appetite. He knew it was the same way with her, unable to resist him when it came down to it.

There was a part of their love that was a little predictable in how unpredictable their turn-ons were. At the end of the day; all he needed was Kagome to look at him a certain way and his pants were tightening, uncomfortable.

"Kagome," Sesshoumaru said in a low, coaxing purr, settling back into his seat. "Leave it for now."

"But it's almost done, and you should really eat dinner," she said in an overly peppy way. He could hear the saccharine grin in her voice.

What a poor sport she was being. Sesshoumaru gauged the distance between them, muscles coiling. He wondered how she'd react if he sprang at her.

Hn, probably not a good idea. She was cooking. Maybe he could lash his energy whip around her waist and reel her in. That would certainly infuriate her. 

His lips twitched. "There is dessert in the fridge. I request that you bring it to me instead of dinner," he thought for a moment and added- "If you please, Maid."

Kagome glanced at him over one shoulder, arching a brow. She then straightened her white pinafore, turning off kitchen appliances. "Eating sweet stuff before dinner is bad for you~" she chirped, stalking over to the fridge in her shiny black heels that clicked over the floor invitingly.

"That is fine. I often sample my wife before dinner," Sesshoumaru languidly recalled, ignoring her strangled noise. "I suppose I have become accustomed to tasting rich, flavourful desserts before moving on to the main course."

She set the dessert before him, the plate clattering a little. Kagome gave a stiff curtsy, blushing hotly now. "Here is your dessert, Master."

Sesshoumaru's eyes darkened as he tried not to show his amusement at her blatant dislike for her 'role.'

"I request that you feed it to me, Maid."

Blue eyes flashed and sharpened. "Sesshoumaru-" her tone dipped into one of warning.

"Maid."

Kagome regained her composure and gave a hard smile, purring 'of course, Master' in response- soon digging a fork into the festive Christmas cake she'd baked earlier. She then pushed the whole dish far back onto the table, out of his reach. Sesshoumaru blinked, eyes widening as Kagome happily seated herself before him onto the kitchen table, hitching up a leg to rest her sharp black heel onto his chair beside his thigh. She then leaned forward, giving him a glimpse of ample cleavage as Kagome gripped his tie and yanked. Forced to lean forward, Sesshoumaru stiffened as she kissed him. It was short and firm and over much too fast- her thumb on his jaw coaxing his lips to part- a forkful of cake promptly shoved inside his mouth.

Tinkling laughter immediately broke out. Kagome giggled, blue eyes dancing with mirth. She was likely amused by his frozen, dumb-struck expression. 

Growling lowly and chewing, Sesshoumaru steadily rose from his chair. In light of his shadow swallowing her form, Kagome's mouth clicked shut. 

He lunged- pushing the cake platter back with a bit too much haste. He then grabbed the unruly, bratty maid around the waist and pinned her down onto the table. 

A telltale clatter rang out.

"Sesshoumaru!" Kagome gasped and snarled, reiki flaring to life. "You dropped my cake!"

"You broke character, many times. This has been a very disappointing penalty game."

"Oh- to hell with your kinky penalty game, buster! You owe me a cake!"

"Owe you?" Sesshoumaru's golden eyes flashed and he smiled cooly. He could sense her arousal spike in the wake of it, knowing what it meant. His hands surged, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her to land on the table, wood cushioning her stomach. Her skirts were pushed up by coaxing, teasing fingers. A claw traced the length of her garter, before hot breath fanned over her thigh. 

Kagome growled and made a show of trying to rise- feeling his free-hand strike across her left ass cheek in retaliation. A loud yelp rang out, Kagome gripping the edge of the table and soaking the air with the scent of dark, rich arousal. Ever so sweet, he knew its aroma anywhere. 

Sweeter than any dessert.

"I think…" teeth closed over the garter, dragging it down the smooth expanse of her leg. He delivered a soft nip to her ankle, and Kagome shivered despite herself. "You are going to have to make it up to me first, my Maid."