Holler Me Home by The Norrington

Anything but Vanilla

His mate stood in the doorway, a determined look on her face that was more frightening than anything.  He swallowed, inwardly chastizing himself for being wary of the tiny woman.  He sat up in bed, setting aside his book slowly.  Her eyes followed his movements, and he noticed that while she was wearing her house robe, she was also wearing...

Knee high leather boots?  With six inch heels?  

He blinked, caught off balance.  What was this...?  

Suddenly, she shrugged her robe from her shoulders, letting it fall down her body to pool at her feet.  A leather corset type set up met his wide eyes, complete with lacy black thong and sexy buckles.  As if she had had it behind her back all along, she gently hit the palm of her opposite hand with the straps of a short, blue whip.

A dangerous smirk played about her lips, and he felt his blood rush in his ears.

"Let's see who you call straight vanilla again."  

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A/N:  Kagome!  Whew.  For those of you who don't know, to be called vanilla means you are conventional, plain, or not adventurous.  Also, I should take the time to say that Holler Me Home will be concluding at 30 chapters.  But fear not, because I will starting a new drabble series that is safe for YIMs.  So, enjoy!  2/8/13