~Sesshomaru~

They had stopped for the night after a long day of traveling. Sesshomaru did not need the rest, but he knew that the miko would want to sleep, and prefribaly on the ground. He had created a fire for her own warmth, and sat against a tree, on the other side of the clearing he had chosen.

He watched as Kagome put her fox kit to bed, tucking him in, and even telling him a fable to help him sleep. He smiled inwardly at her actions, feeling warmed by them. The miko was so animated, so loving towards the little demon. He'd never seen such an accepting ningen. And yet there she was.

Once she had finished, and the kit was fast asleep, she stood and walked over, right in front of the fire, and sat on a small log, looking into the flames. He watched her carfully, paying attention to how the light of the fire played in her hair, her eyes. How the shadows dancing along her face and jawline, made her look not only gorgeous, but powerful. Her long legs were reigned in against her body, her arms wrapped around them. He watched as she moved, as she slowly undid the bun. He watched it uncoil around her, the many braides hiding beneith her thick black hair. How she one by one found each braide and undid them as well. The strands falling into curls as they were undone. She looked magnificant. She looked like a demoness.

We shall take her.His beast demanded. We can't. Sesshomaru answered. He himself, used to believe that this miko was his chosen. But he knew she couldn't be. He would never fall for a ningen. He couldn't. And yet, here he was, his beast demanding for the beauty before him, and himself fawning over her as well.

We can't, because she will never let us. Nor would she even want to. It was amazing. Sesshomaru was having insecurities. The handsom, powerful, great demon Sesshomaru... was scared.