A/N: This was also inspired by an LWDSR writing prompt.
I do not own Inuyasha.
Sesshomaru walked into his dark apartment. Immediately a familiar, comforting scent met him. His shoulders automatically relaxed, all the leftover tension from the long day leaving him. Strange what just her scent did to him.
At times it was an aphrodisiac, at others a soothing presence that embraced him like the water of a hot bath, cleansing him of all the day's problems.
He walked to his room, his eyes going straight to the bed. A small smile tugged at his lips. Rin was there but you would never know it by looking at the bed. Rin had the covers pulled up over the pillows and he assumed that her head was also under the pillow. What's more, she was so small, that she represented nothing more than a small ripple in the massive bed. Sometimes Sesshomaru wondered how she could breathe.
He pulled off his clothes and walked to the bathroom. After taking a short shower, Sesshomaru emerged from the bathroom to find that Rin's head had appeared from under the pillows.
Another strange thing about Rin: she knew when he was near her, even in her sleep. He hadn't made a noise since entering the apartment, and yet Sesshomaru knew that Rin knew he was there.
And stranger still how that thought made him feel. It made him feel as though he was no longer a wandering soul, looking for . . . something. It made him feel as though he belonged here with this small woman.
Sesshomaru climbed into bed and turned into Rin's open arms.
"I'm glad you're back," she said sleepily, nestling her head on his shoulder.
So was he.