Kikyo raised her head. The pale woman watched the rise and fall of Kagura's chest, felt her steady heartbeat. Her hand inched up, and touched Kagura's face.
How had they come to share a bed? Well, it had all started on the first day...
The first day, Kikyo had been walking and walking and walking to nowhere.
Her destination was unclear; her reason for going there even more unclear. But she knew that at the end of the road lay her destiny.
What she didn't know, was that said destiny was not in front of her, but behind. Following quietly, with hushed breath.
The second day, her destiny was discovered. Not that Kikyo knew that Kagura was her destiny. But the priestess was not fond of quiet stalkers, so when she found the incarnation, Kikyo nearly killed her.
Ah, but Kagura was bleeding. Drops of blood that slid down her cheeks like tears. Orbs of red that dripped from her forehead and down her face, staining her pretty white kimono.
Kikyo pitied the creature, and patched up her wounds, wiping the blood away with her sleeve.
The third day came, and Kagura would not leave.
She followed like an abandoned puppy, so trusting, so pure. But Kagura was not pure. She was unclean, soiled in every way someone could be.
But then, Kikyo wasn't exactly pristine either.
The fourth day, Kikyo kissed her. Their lips melted together, and Kagura tasted of salt.
It had been so long, since Kikyo had kissed someone. But all those years ago, she had been inexperienced, unsure.
Now, she knew just how deep to stick her tongue in, and where to put her hands.
Now the firth day was here, and Kikyo lay with Kagura in an old abandoned barn.
Unfitting of two such lovely ladies, but neither wanted to brave the thunderstorm, so here they stay.
Kagura had fallen asleep hours ago, eager to close her eyes to the harsh world. But Kikyo stayed awake a little longer, basking in the warmth of new love.
Then, placing her head back on Kagura's chest, Kikyo drifted into oblivion.