A Magenta fixation by Lone saiyan woman

A sharp fixation

Hi guys, this is an attempt to force myself to develop my lemon writing skills and drabble skills so I will use this as a drabble/prompt whore as well.  This for now is just to set the premise

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

A magenta fixation

A sharp fixation

Prompt: None

Kagome found herself fingering a beautifully bright magenta suit jacket; it seemed that this colour favoured her of late.  If the brand new 8 inch magenta platforms sitting in her closet had to anything to say.

It’s just to match my shoes

She promptly plucked a size 6 from the rack and purchased it. Urge satisfied, she walked out of the store but as soon as she got a few feet away from the store she slowed her happy gait to a sluggish pace. She knew fully well that she wasn’t satisfied, or appeased. This wasn’t what she wanted, the same way she didn’t want those 8 inch killers at home.  Crushing the nylon handle in frustration she made her way out of the shopping mall and home. This had to stop…She knew fully well what was causing this obsession, this curse, this delicious fascination and it all started with that incident with her boss.

Flashback

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Sesshoumaru-sama”

Kagome sharply shut her eyes from the broad pale back, littered with various deep indentations and slashes.

God, he has them else where…

Even with the darkness of her closed lids her mind supplied what she denied her eyes. Beautiful royal markings dipping deep into those sharp hipbones, another two slashes either side of shoulder blades ending in sharp dangerous points. She had seen and admired the ones on his arms on the occasion and the obvious ones on his high cheekbones, but these ones….This was certainly a treat she didn’t expect.

He had called her into his office, as his PA it wasn’t unusual for him to request her, if not just to find out his schedule or collect various documents from departments.

“Higurashi, a fool spilt coffee on my shirt, go and fetch me another.”

Nodding stupidly, she cracked an eye open all to come face to face with a harshly cut sternum, she slightly flicked her eye to the right a flat nipple greeted her efforts. A nipple that begged her moist mouth to tongue it into hardness, she darted her eyes to 6 perfectly formed abs, topped off by a thimble of a belly button. Weak kneed she pivoted on her heel out of the office missing a slightly narrowed gaze and loud sniffing.

Ever since that incident she seemed partial to the bright colour. If she couldn’t admire it on her canvas of a boss she may as well as covet and horde all magenta things possible.

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