Prompt: Swarm
Two days had passed and Sesshomaru had become restless. He wanted Kagome in his building- no, in his office at that moment. The swarm of old dusty emotions and feelings had made him impatient and anxious with seeing his mate.
Could she tell that he was her mate? Did she know that mates existed?
He ran his claws through his silver hair and bent his head down to glare at the stack of papers that were sitting on his desk.
He did take notice when she had sat in his office, she did not carry the mark of his mating.
