Heather, wrapped in her fluffy bathrobe after her shower, was heading to her room when she tripped over something - or rather, two someones - sitting cross-legged outside her door. She tumbled forward with a yelp, landing sprawled across both brothers.

"Are you seriously guarding my bedroom?" she asked, face flushing as she realized her position.

"This Sesshomaru likes what he sees," the demon lord stated with a rare smirk, golden eyes glinting.

"For once, I agree with him," Inuyasha added, ears twitching forward as he steadied her with gentle hands.

Heather's eyes went wide. "Did you two just... agree on something?"

"No," they answered in unison, then glared at each other.

"For two hours!" Phoebe's amused voice called from down the hall. "They haven't moved since the garden incident. Pretty sure they're competing to see who can protect you better."

"This Sesshomaru does not compete," he stated, though his arm had somehow wound around Heather's waist.

"Says the guy who lost a fight with a rosebush," Inuyasha muttered, not removing his own protective hold.

Heather felt her face heat up even more. "You know what? I think you both need to SIT and think about personal space!"

WHAM!

The brothers slammed face-first into the floor with enough force to shake the hallway pictures.

"Worth it," they mumbled in unison, then looked horrified at agreeing again.

"Go get 'em, sis!" Phoebe cheered, clearly enjoying the show. "Nothing like having two powerful demon lords wrapped around your little finger!"

"Phoebe!"

"What? Just saying what we're all thinking!"

Both brothers picked themselves up, trying to salvage what remained of their dignity while stealing glances at their mate.

"We will... patrol elsewhere," Sesshomaru declared, though his eyes lingered.

"Speak for yourself!" Inuyasha's ears twitched stubbornly.

"SIT!"

WHAM!

"Now, unless there's a demon attack specifically targeting my bedroom door, I'm going to get dressed. In peace. Alone."

Two sets of golden eyes watched her disappear into her room, then resumed their "not-guarding" positions.

"I'm telling Piper you're scuffing her freshly waxed floors," Phoebe sang out as she walked away. "And that you were checking out our sister!"

The mighty demon lords of the West had never moved so fast - though they both cast one last longing look at Heather's door before vanishing.

Through both mate bonds, Heather felt their mixture of embarrassment, pride, and possessiveness. She couldn't help but smile - having two demon lords as mates was certainly never boring.

Even if they did insist on guarding her bedroom door like overprotective puppies.