Almost there. A little higher. Come on, just a little higher. Victory continued to remain out of her grasp. Okay, then lower, just a little lower. This itch would not be easily vanquished. Except by the claws of a certain demon lord.
She let out a satisfied hum, that seemed to vibrate from deep inside of her. Like the purring of a cat.
It wasn’t actually displeasing, her skin was soft and warm and strands of her silky hair had fallen out of the make shift bun and brushed his skin.
Still he was a dog.
“Try not to sound so feline.”
“I’m sorry, my lord. Is the big bad dog going to chase me?” Her playful smile soon fell into a worried frown, “I - I mean -”
Sesshomaru leaned in and whispered, “As if I’m not always running after you.”
He could sense her heart beating faster and see the flush in her face.
“What with you getting captured and hurt so easily,” He continued, drawing away with a smirk.
Ophelia tilted her head; mischief flashed in her eyes.
“You’re right, as always -