Holler Me Home by The Norrington

Craving

When her friends asked her to describe the betrothed they would never meet, Kagome was unsure of how you could discribe Sesshomaru in a way they could ever understand.  They would never see his hot eyes and his cool hair, or his passtionate stance and his strong shoulders.  And she could never really explain him.  She was no poet.  

They waited on the edge of their seats, their elbows on the table.  They took in her thoughtful gaze, her brows furrowed, and were confused.  How hard could it be to explain this dude?  He was just a guy.  Then she answered.

"He is like cinnamon."  

The three girls blinked at each other, befuddled.  Cinnamon?  Kagome nodded to herself, spinning her drink in her hands.

"Yes.  Like cinnamon.  He is spicy, but sweet.  When he wants to be, that is.  He is so great that kings could not hold him, that Gods could not restrain him.  He is like when you walk into your kitchen and it smells like cinnamon buns.  He is like coming home."

She trailed off, leaving the three girls with different emotions.  All of them however, were both happy, and just a smidgen jealous.  Suddenly Kagome stood, putting some money down on the table and grabbing up her bag.  They stared at her, wide eyed.

"Where are you going, Kagome?"

She threw them a wink; "I have a sudden craving for cinnamon."

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A/N: Sorry about the delay everyone!  I'm back now though.  This is for Stella's Spicy Challenge, and the prompt is Cinnamon! 2/5/13