The crackle of the low burning fire is the only sound to disturb the quiet of the small hut. Inuyasha still had yet to say anything since the other's left. Earlier, he couldn't wait for them to go so he could have her to himself. Her. His Kagome. It was just the two of them now, but the reality of the situation seemed to weigh heavier than he anticipated.
She is sitting in the hallow of his crossed legs, the place she set herself as soon as she'd returned after walking their friends to the door. He knows she is waiting for him to say something. Do something. Anything. There was so much he wants to say. So much he wants to do, but what are the right words? How was he supposed to sum up every pang of misery felt in those years of her absence and the immeasurable amount of happiness he felt upon seeing her standing at the bottom of the well?
So wrapped in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice she has moved until he feels her hands press to his back as she pulls him into her embrace. His face presses into the bare skin of her shoulder and for the second time that day, his shaky arms make their way around her. This time, he knows he will not be interrupted and he allows himself to indulge in the very essence that is Kagome. His nose presses to the juncture of her neck and shoulder and he breathes her in. In an instant, every feeling of comfort and safety that comes with her familiar scent of jasmine and lavander has returned. Any remaining uneasiness he feels leaves his body as his arms tighten around her, pulling her as close to him as he can get her.
"Tell me I'm not dreaming," he says finally. "Tell me when tomorrow comes you'll still...you won't be...". He can't bring himself to say it, as if upon speaking the word she would vanish from his arms.
She can't help but smile at his words. She kisses the top of his head before she responds.
"Tomorrow, the tomorrow after that, and for every tomorrow you'll have me, Inuyasha, I'm here."