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Title: Ability To Perform
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #52 Lingerie
Rating: PG-13 (if for nothing else, but the underwear)
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. AU. I do not own National Geographic either.
She wrapped a strand of dark hair around her fingertips, looking into the camera with more charm and allure than anyone Sango had ever met. It was impossible to figure out how the woman did it, sitting there in nothing but underwear. But, then again, Kagome was a top model and Sango, well… she wasn’t.
Her boss, Sesshomaru snapped pictures repeatedly, a frown marring his handsome features.
“No,” he said. When Sesshomaru said no, it meant that he was angry. “Your poses are off. Completely horrible. Trash.”
He paused before sending Kagome a glare that would have made a grown man bawl. The model sucked it up as though it were the most normal thing in the world. But still she didn’t give him any sass, as she would have a regular photographer.
“It seems as though your dating my idiot half brother has somehow messed with your ability to perform.”
Sango watched as Kagome’s jaw tightened. Sesshomaru ignored it.
“Woman, get me my coffee.” Of course he was talking to Sango. She silently fumed at the name.
“Right away.”
He liked his coffee black, just as strong and difficult to handle as he was. When she handed him the drink, their fingers brushed; he nodded slightly to acknowledge her presence. It was a rarity in itself and Sango found a grin on her face in spite of herself.
“Anything else?”
He ignored her now. That was a no.
“Pose, girl, pose!” Instead he yelled at Kagome.
The photographer was calm most of the time. When he blew up, he really blew up. Sango smirked, glad that she wasn’t the sun-kissed, god-given model. Heavens knew what she would do if that had happened. So she stood off the side and admired both her boss and the model. Both were talented, both knew what they wanted and how to get it. Sango wasn’t even sure what she would be doing over the weekend.
“Woman, we have a meeting with National Geographic on Saturday. Pack for a week. After that we’ll be doing a shoot in China.”
Or maybe she did.
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #52 Lingerie
Rating: PG-13 (if for nothing else, but the underwear)
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. AU. I do not own National Geographic either.
She wrapped a strand of dark hair around her fingertips, looking into the camera with more charm and allure than anyone Sango had ever met. It was impossible to figure out how the woman did it, sitting there in nothing but underwear. But, then again, Kagome was a top model and Sango, well… she wasn’t.
Her boss, Sesshomaru snapped pictures repeatedly, a frown marring his handsome features.
“No,” he said. When Sesshomaru said no, it meant that he was angry. “Your poses are off. Completely horrible. Trash.”
He paused before sending Kagome a glare that would have made a grown man bawl. The model sucked it up as though it were the most normal thing in the world. But still she didn’t give him any sass, as she would have a regular photographer.
“It seems as though your dating my idiot half brother has somehow messed with your ability to perform.”
Sango watched as Kagome’s jaw tightened. Sesshomaru ignored it.
“Woman, get me my coffee.” Of course he was talking to Sango. She silently fumed at the name.
“Right away.”
He liked his coffee black, just as strong and difficult to handle as he was. When she handed him the drink, their fingers brushed; he nodded slightly to acknowledge her presence. It was a rarity in itself and Sango found a grin on her face in spite of herself.
“Anything else?”
He ignored her now. That was a no.
“Pose, girl, pose!” Instead he yelled at Kagome.
The photographer was calm most of the time. When he blew up, he really blew up. Sango smirked, glad that she wasn’t the sun-kissed, god-given model. Heavens knew what she would do if that had happened. So she stood off the side and admired both her boss and the model. Both were talented, both knew what they wanted and how to get it. Sango wasn’t even sure what she would be doing over the weekend.
“Woman, we have a meeting with National Geographic on Saturday. Pack for a week. After that we’ll be doing a shoot in China.”
Or maybe she did.