Sheer Cruelty part deux by Hairann

The morning after

Title: Sheer Cruelty part deux

Subtitle: The morning after

Author: Hairann

Theme: 2nd annual 50 Ways to Torture a Taiyoukai

Genre: Humor

Rating: M for implied situations. It's pretty mild but rated M none the less so don't read if you are under 16.

Warnings: Not to be taken seriously, sequel to Six items or less.

Word Count: 1038

Morning dawn on our newlywed bed and the soft mumbles and head scratching quickly alerted me to my wife's waking. My wife's....I like the sound of that. Smiling to myself, I began to tease circles with the tip of my finger across her silk covered stomach causing her to giggle from her spot next to me. “Good morning,” she greeted softly as she glanced over her shoulder to smile at me. I bit my bottom lip to stop the groan that smile was threatening to force from my lips.

“It is about to become a very good morning,” I told her licking my lips before leaning down to gently kiss hers, sucking her own bottom lip into my warm mouth. “We have some making up to do for last night,” I continued as I trailed my fingers up and down her side causing her to squirm beneath me. Allowing my hand to trail down further, I slipped it beneath the silk nightie she was wearing, a nightie I should have been ripping off of her last night, and caressed my way up her thigh.

“I am sorry about that, Sesshoumaru. I didn't realize I was that tired. Had I known, I never would have sent you to the store,” she assured me, reaching up to run her slender fingers through my long, silver hair. The feeling of her blunt nails scratching my scalp was enough to wrench a groan from my lips and I closed my golden eyes as I lost myself in the sensation. “Oh you like that, do you?” she inquired softly, her delicate tone sending a chill of pleasure down my spine.

“Very much so,” I agreed after a moment when I had been able to regain my voice. “There are no need for apologizes, my dear, as we shall make up for last night in spades and neither of us will even remember missing out,” I assured her as I rose up and turned my golden eyes to her own umber orbs as I gazed down upon her. “Today, the only time we shall get out of bed is if we need a change of scenery,” I continued before leaning down so my lips were just shy of touching the shell of her ear.

Making sure my hot breath cascaded over it as I spoke, I continued, “Tonight, after this is all over, you will be unable to walk straight for a week.” She giggled in response beneath me, as though she thought it was an idle threat, but I didn't let the thought phase me any. She would learn soon enough that I spoke the truth and just how much fun getting to that point could really be. Reaching my hand up, I allowed my fingers to cup her face, making sure I had her full attention.

Leaning down I locked her lips in a heated kiss, pouring into it all of the passion I had put on hold the night before. Finally breaking away when we were both gasping for air, I gave her my usual smirk of self assurance as I allowed my golden eyes to trail down her form, taking in every inch of skin that was not covered by her clothing. Deciding it was not enough of a feast for my eyes, I grabbed onto the hem of her nightie and slowly pulled it up her body and over her head.

Reaching my long, slender fingers into the tiny strings holding her undergarments together, I began to pull them down teasingly slow, watching as she squirmed beneath me with each small movement. Down her thighs, over her knees and across her calves they went until I was lifting her legs into the air one at a time, pulling them over her tiny feet. Tossing them across the room, as they wouldn't be needed for a long time, I began trailing my hand up the outside of her leg.

Just as my fingers began to brush across her flat stomach, teasing her with circles and other such shapes, she sat up pushing me away from her as she jumped out of bed and raced out of the room, her hand covering her mouth. Already used to the sight from all the morning my younger brother awoke after partying all night, it was not hard to understand what was happening. A moment later I could hear the bathroom door slam open and the faint sounds of her being sick over the porcelain Goddess.

Growling under my breath, I reclined, laying on my back as I glared up at the ceiling. As if last night, our wedding night, had been bad enough with having to run to the store only to arrive back home after she had fallen asleep, wasn't bad enough, now I had this morning quickly turning into a pathetic morning after. Sighing softly to myself, I glanced to the door way hearing her entering the room. Seeing her apologetic expression, I couldn't help but smile in assurance that I wasn't made at her.

“I'm sorry, Sesshoumaru. Let me go freshen up and I'll make it up to you,” she promised only to turn green in the face and rush from the room once again. Knowing any chances of getting any kind of wedding night or morning after had gone out of the window, I climbed out of bed, grabbing her housecoat on my way out of our room. Making my way to our master bathroom, I draped the bathrobe over her shoulders, pulling her hair back out of her way.

“Do not worry about it, Kagome,” I assured her with a patient smile when she glanced over at me, the same apologetic expression on her face. “We have the rest of our lives for it, for now just worry about feeling better. I assure you, I am not mad,” I insisted giving her a slight smile before grimacing when she turned back to be sick once again. I wasn't lying to her, I wasn't mad at her. However, I was a bit annoyed at myself. I never should have let her drink so much at our wedding.