Blunt nails scraping at the back of his neck, hurried feather light kisses cascading down his neck, being pressed all over his face, not being able to get enough fast enough. Running his hands up from her waist, dragging them up along her back up to behind her neck, so he could pull her head up from where she was nuzzling into his neck to his face, for a long, languid kiss, tongues exploring, hands roaming. He leaned her slowly backwards onto the bed, eyes alight and pulse racing for the events to come.
A sharp kick to the back of the calf woke Sesshomaru from his dream. He jumped up instantly, with his youkai speed, summoning his poison to his claws, ready to fend off an attacker. He relaxed upon discovering that Kagome had simply fidgeted in her sleep and woke him up from his dream. His dream- suddenly he turned beet red from the tips of his ears down to his toes. He thanked every Kami there was that she was asleep and couldn't see his face because the alternative would be to fall on his sword in embarrassment. Of course, he might already have to do that just because of what his subconscious had conjured. He filed the event away to think about later. He couldn't handle thinking about that right now, he would have to meditate on it. It was probably just that his body longed to produce an heir and continue the line, and that his subconscious picked Kagome randomly because she was there. He in no way would ever like a human, he assured himself, Rin was the only exception and as she is twelve, she barely counted. His eyes drifted over to the sleeping miko. She was restless, probably having some sort of night terror. Humans are so weak. She must have moved closer, she had been across their small cell babbling on about her family when he had drifted off. She must have moved to sit next to him while he had slept. This brought mixed emotions, normally he would feel violated – She had seen him sleeping, he didn't know what happened and would probably never know. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, he just didn't like not knowing. - but he couldn't bring himself to feel any ill towards the girl. She was too fragile for that. On another hand he felt weirdly out of place, he should have sensed movement. He didn't wake up, or even know that she had been nearby. He relied heavily on his senses when out in the wild, if lesser demons were to stupidly attempt to assault him, the Great Taiyoukai of the West – strong demons know him on sight, and are smart enough never to challenge him – it would result in a tedious battle and pointless bloodshed. And on another hand entirely, he wondered if somehow him him being this close to this human being for such a long period of time was responsible for the dream. He doubted it, the dream had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with his subconscious manifesting his primal urge to extend his family line. He felt like his father would like this girl, he always did have a penchant for human females. That thought stilled him. He hadn't thought of his father in years. Just another reason he would never get close to a human. Rin aside of course, but she doesn't count, he reminded himself again.
Kagome shifted again, rolling over, and laying her head on his lap and snaking her arm around his waist, nuzzling into his side, and dare he say it – cuddling with him. Sesshomaru was frozen in shock. Every muscle of his body was tensed, awaiting command with how to handle this entirely new situation. He wasn't sure what to do, his mind torn in indecision. Half of his mind wanted to shove her off and throw her in a ditch somewhere for touching him, and for disturbing his thoughts, though simply throwing her across the cell would work quite well. The other half was telling the first half to shut up and relax, to stay still so as not to wake her, and to let the human sleep. In the end, after a few prolonged minutes of uncertainty, he went with the latter option, this simple human female looked to much like a peacefully sleeping Rin for him to throw her against the opposing wall. So he sat. Acutely aware that this is the most female contact he had in ,well, ever, and aware of her every move, every shift, every breath, aware that for the next eight hours he had constant contact with a human female. It was weird, the feeling going through him. It wasn't lust, he wouldn't want to have Hanyou children anyway, it would be mean to the children. It couldn't be any sort of emotion related to the silly concept of 'love' because he simply didn't believe in it. He added it to his mental tally of things to meditate on later, and settled back down into his spot, ready to sit awake and ready for hours.