This prompt fill is posted a tad late, though i DID finish it on May 31st. This (and last) month's prompt actually kinda fits with this au 'series' in general.

This one is indeed a sequel to the previous prompt fill - Prompt: Test, titled: A Fire in Your Eyes. I'd highly suggest reading that piece before this one. I'm not certain if i'll do more in this au or not, but if i do it won't be following so closely to previous ones and would just be little moments in their new lives together.

The magic, etc. depicted in this fic is based off a universe already created for a fic in another fandom, but i figured..it's my world, i can use its properties whenever and wherever i want :)

Monthly Prompt

May 2020

Title: Waking to a Brilliant Burn

Prompt: May – Dream

Rating: T

Summary: Despite literally coming face-to-face with reality, everything before seemed like a blur. It was a dream she'd held for so long it was difficult to grasp how it was no longer that. It was reality. And there was a very real familiar in her bed.

Warm. Something..everything, felt warm. It wasn't merely a lingering heat blanketing her skin, nor even a radiating from her core like after a hot beverage to fight off the chill. No, she felt a large, ensconcing warmth curling around her soul, something pulsing and calm, an entwining embrace as familiar as it was foreign.

Unfortunately, along with this mild coherence came the gradual return to wakefulness. Kagome wanted to groan. In fact she did, the sound registering as a thrum in her chest more than a sound to her ears. It was a common sensation, for despite her tendency to rouse early she was slow to wake, did not particularly enjoy to do so, and would much rather sleep in. What was not common, however, was the light pressure of a finger, then two, then three, then the press of a wide palm against her chest.

Her eyes shot open, her heart raced into a furious flutter, and a sharp gasp rattled her lungs at the idea, no, the reality of a stranger in her bed, touching her person. The weight of eyes on her face proved true when she met an intelligent, piercing stare of golden fire lined by pure white lashes.

She blinked. Again, and again and again, and once more as her brain filtered through just what she was seeing. A man. A man in her bed. A man— wait. A man..? Focusing, Kagome took quick stock of the watching stranger, one maroon-striped cheek perched in a pale palm, a sharp claw tipping his index finger slid absently along a strand of silver-white hair aside his captivating face and the protruding point of an elongated ear; all so luminous and ethereal it was almost eerie to look at him. And as mindboggling as her observations were, so was the realization that swiftly rushed in, threatening to overwhelm her still waking mind.

Rather than grow dizzy with her continued staring, Kagome shifted her attention to her room where she soon noticed the warped, splintered glint of the cracked vanity mirror, broken glass and shattered wood dappled the once clean grey carpet and white, cherry topped furniture. The cool green walls painted here and there with colorful flowers had matching splinter patterns cracking the plaster or curling the paint she'd added herself. Chest drawers were out of place, a door on her wardrobe hung awkwardly from a broken hinge; objects damaged, her possessions every which way, and the summoning circle remained perfect amongst the aftermath, not a single item obstructing it.

Taking in the disorder of her bedroom, the revived memories returning too fast for her to catalogue properly, her eyes finally reset on the man – daemon – in her bed.

Sesshoumaru.

His hair gleamed in the filtering rays of morning that peeked through the ruffled gauzy white and thick blue drapes poorly shielding the damaged wooden blinds – she winced slightly thinking on what the state of her windows might be.

Again, startling her, a flash of pale skin in her periphery redirected her attention. His hand, that hand which previously touched her so intimately, was brushing through a small wave of upset raven hair that had fallen along her cheek.

Oh my god, it wasn't a dream. Last night... It truly, honest to god was. not.a.dream.

While that youthful, forever dreaming part of her was overjoyed at this splendid revelation, Kagome knew she was gawking, just a bit. Her memories – her definite memories and not a dream – of the night before were slowly but surely reforming themselves into a proper enough state for her to revisit and fully comprehend everything that had happened. It was undeniable that her summon had been successful; she knew that, yes. She knew a contract had been devised and sealed, she knew their bond was set and the man – daemon, damnit! – was now assuredly her familiar. She knew. But the logistics, the details, were not yet solidified; and the idea alone of how one typically was to seal a contract ignited a hot flush on her cheeks regardless of any memory.

"You are embarrassed." He – Sesshoumaru – finally spoke, breaking the silence she hadn't yet mustered the capability to do herself.

Knowing this, that he'd noticed, that he likely even felt the sensation of her emotion, sent a spark of deeper mortification and a brimming touch of mild annoyance to further warm her skin into a rosier blush.

"Of course I'm embarrassed," she grumbled, trying to fight off the heat on her face and quickly blazing across the rest of her body as she discovered he was – again – naked. In her bed. Uncovered and unabashed and very real.

Shutting her eyes and rolling onto her back to better avoid the temptation to stare, Kagome groaned deeper, "why are you still naked? I thought we talked about this."

The beat of silence before he murmured, "yes, and?" led her to believe he'd tipped his head curiously at her.

With a sigh, Kagome massaged the bridge of her nose, happy to let irritation overtake her awkwardness. "And, we agreed you'd wear at least something to cover your modesty."

"When outside, yes."

"No, it's whenever you're not alone. Nudity is only for when you are. Like to bathe, if you bathe. Do you bathe?" Her thoughts drifted off, going from one tangent to the next. It was the huff of a breathy chuckle that brought her back, not only from her musing but to his gaze as well.

"What?" she frowned with a subtle glare, "it's a perfectly normal curiosity."

"Hn," he intoned, tilting his head against his palm, the swish of his tail seeming to mirror the gesture—she just knew that would become an aggravatingly endearing tick of his.

With a slide of his clawed fingers across the muscled slope of his bare thigh, a pair of loose-fitting pants appeared. The fabric looked silky, a flowing cascade both thin and pure white; it was quite reminiscent of his hair in a strange yet unsurprising fashion. Almost annoyingly, like he'd done it on purpose, the broad waistband sat low on his hips and perfectly drew the eye to the V of his toned abdomen. The best comparison she could ascribe to the article was something of a cross between hakama and harem pants, as it didn't fit anything specific she knew of. Either way they suited him well and did little to detract from his body's ethereal lure. If anything it enhanced it.

"Satisfied?" One of his perfectly sculpted snowy brows arched just a bit over the darkened gleam of his golden eyes. It irked her.

She was right. He did it on purpose.

Her own eyes narrowed. "Jerk."

His brow rose higher.

"Stop it."

"I fail to see what it is that requires I stop."

"You're taunting me."

"I do not recall doing such."

She huffed, crossing her arms awkwardly as she faced him on her side again. "Yes you are. You're doing it right now."

"I am not."

"You am are."

"That is hardly proper grammar."

"You're a daemon from another realm, what do you know of grammar?"

"I am speaking your language, am I not?" He looked smug and it was starting to piss her off.

"That's an effect of any summon, not skill on your part."

"Still, the knowledge is now my own. I can perceive poor form just as anyone fluent could do. Likely even better than yourself."

With a glare, her lips puckering as she bit back a less than polite remark, Kagome reached around behind her to grab one of her small throw pillows and quickly whipped it over, intending to whap the frustrating daemon. Yet, as she honestly should have expected, instead of landing a blow Sesshoumaru caught her wrist midair.

"That would be rude of you."

"You're being plenty rude too." She hated how a childish pout overtook her admittedly already juvenile expression, the rejoinder equally petulant – though no less accurate, she thought.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is."

He somehow leaned closer. "Really?"

"Y-yes." Kagome tried to edge backward, a trace of apprehension slipping in. It felt as if he were invading her personal bubble, though she didn't believe she'd seen him move more than an inch.

"Hn."

Okay, he was definitely too close now. How was he so close? The burn of his gaze was practically iridescent, the press of his power just as near and heavy that she couldn't help but retaliate with a flash of her own. The blue reflection of her alighting eyes flickered in his stare and across his smooth, fair skin; a glow of sapphire doing nothing to bely the intensity of his gold.

"T-that's going to get annoying." Unconsciously the pace of her breathing grew longer, deeper; it was reminiscent of the night before when they'd finally collided without the barrier hindering their bind.

"Hn."

The recurrent, unhelpful excuse of an answer was practically a vibration rather than a sound. It wasn't until she noticed her back was flat to the mattress and their bodies so very near that she recognized the sensation was because she actually felt the hum.

Kagome forced herself to steady, fighting any sliver of trepidation, and resumed her glare. "Stop it."

His head tilted, his eyes slowly blinked as the daemon continued to gaze piercingly on her. A cool gust of air brushed her skin just before a warring touch of chilled warmth settled on either side of her face. The pressure was firm but gentle, and unmistakably a pair of large, slender-fingered hands.

Too busy stupidly attempting to see where he held her after the shock of his sudden, more intimate handling, Kagome was late in noticing the approach of his face until the barest slide of his lips caressed hers.

"W-wha—?" The question was abruptly buried beneath the crushing force of his mouth on hers; no longer so gentle, more like a draw to devour and an insistence to mold them together.

Suffocating under the weight of his being and his kiss, Kagome was breathless when he finally parted, her heart hammering and cheeks blazing hot. They both radiated like fire in porcelain skin, the icy counterpart a barely acknowledged undercurrent to their bound souls. Although their lips no longer met, Sesshoumaru had withdrawn hardly a millimeter from her. With every heaving breath a feather-light brush across the sensitive skin of their lips continued to electrify Kagome's every nerve ending.

When Sesshoumaru swept his hot tongue across her parted lips, her eyes went wide, a memory reforming rapidly. Trailing his burning breath to her cheeks, the unnerving, strangely arousing tease of sharp fangs joined the path until he finally nipped at the soft skin beneath her jaw. He licked along the curve of her neck, growling softly against her pulse point.

Yes, she definitely remembered now. The seal of their contract, the unifying gesture to finalize their bond as sorcerer and familiar. It was a kiss—or something of similar intent depending on the summon.

Kagome had been more hesitant than she'd anticipated after first coming face-to-face with her soon to be familiar, however after her initial move forward Sesshoumaru had swiftly closed the gap. He drew her body to his own, buried his nose against her neck with a deep inhale before sliding his tongue – long, hot, and bizarrely soft, almost fur-like – along the length from the dip of her collarbone to the delicate skin of her jawline. At first, she'd wondered if this was meant to be what equated to a kiss for him seeing as the daemon possessed a few canine-like qualities.

She was of course sorely mistaken.

As he ran the edge of his nose across her cheek, inhaling again, seeming enthralled by some fragrance Kagome herself could not distinguish, it was a mere flash of his gaze directly and startlingly near to her own that preluded the sealing kiss. The force of his otherworldly being, the insistent press of his essence and dominating soul, twining in combative yet complementary union with the instinctual reacting might of hers was just as strong, his kiss just as demanding and all-consuming.

She'd been breathless and stunned when he withdrew at last back then, and she was equally so now when he finally leaned away enough for her eyes to focus.

"Wh—" she gasped softly again. "What. was that?"

Sesshoumaru tipped his head, a sliver of hair cascading like a trickling waterfall down his shoulder and bicep, landing in a cool splash on her chest.

"Sealing the contract."

Nothing in his expression or tone hinted toward mischievous intent, moreover he appeared quite calm and genuine. However, the way a glint darkened his eyes a fraction, a flicker she might have missed if she blinked, had her rather unconvinced of the innocuous response.

Eyeing him incredulously, "we already did that last night."

His tipped his head again, to the other side where another strand of glimmering silver-white fell to her chest. Her lip twitched. That seeming habit of his was definitely on purpose, or at least it certainly was in this instance.

"Did we?"

"We did."

"Hn," a claw trailed down her sternum, the dip of her torso beneath her baby blue camisole to the waistband of her thin pajama shorts. Yet his gaze did not waver from hers. "Perhaps so?"

Their eyes bore into one another, a standoff once again.

It was more an impression than a certainty, but still, Kagome felt sure every move he made, every subtle gesture, every word right down to the inflection of his velvety baritone was purposeful; a veritable tease by merely existing in her space. What she couldn't tell was if it were because he actually did not care for her as a partner, even looked down on her, or if this was merely an aspect of how he interacted in general upon first meeting someone. Either possibility was baffling and frustrating in equal measure. How was she supposed to handle these conflicting impositions? What were typically impassioned, even romantic overtures, were they playful tease, or maybe mocking taunt?

"Definitely yes," she said, ignoring the lilt to his not really a question.

"Perhaps." The pinch of pressure from that sharp claw at her abdomen pushing down an increment more had her jerk just a little. "Perhaps I am solidifying the bond."

Earnestly confused now, the faint worry about his claws forgotten, her dark brows furrowed. "What are you talking about? It's already been solidified. That's what the– the kiss last night was for."

Pushing his finger harder against her while his face edged closer, "is it now?"

With her confusion deepening, Kagome failed to register how near the daemon had come.

"Yes?" the response was softer, and less confident than she'd intended.

"We shall see."

Her drifted attention refocused into sharp clarity at the hot, faintly reverberating proximity of Sesshoumaru's low voice, the cadence so similar to the night before when he'd first spoken his name within the realm-slashed vortex of the summoning circle. His parted lips cast a hush across her own, moving in as if he meant to capture but instead held back to merely taste the air between them.

"Kagome."

The name was like a breath; a preternatural tremor in the heady air; a body quaking echo that rung soundless and deafening. An impossible taste, the flavor of fire and ice.

A shiver raced down her spine in response, involuntarily arching toward him, her lips grazing his for the slightest, infinitesimal slip of a second.

The penetrating glow of his golden eyes and erupted power stimulating her own like a wildfire spark was the only prelude to his mouth surging down to ensnare her lips. Swept up until she again could hardly conceive of taking any breath that was not his riotous blue fire scent.

No— their scent.

An intoxicating cocktail scorching an icy blaze throughout every inch of their entwined body and soul. Taste and touch indecipherable, sight and sound forgotten; together they inhaled the blue fire, and together they were bound.

A familiar and a sorcerer.

A daemon and a girl.

The inconceivable, stubborn maelstrom of a harmonious burn.

Author's Note: for those curious, Sesshoumaru was further sealing their bond, as considering the strength and combativeness of their natures and individual powers he wanted to assure the seal. HOWEVER! He was, also, teasing her. He hasn't decided yet his opinion on her, but he is curious to see what will happen after that quite unexpected summoning, ripped into this other realm and bound to this peculiar human.

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~itsu