Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs not to me, but to Rumiko Takahashi.
A/N: Thank you, LoveInTheBattleField, for all the encouraging reviews!
"There aren't many opportunities for us to come here," Kagome said matter-of-factly as she bent over to the her skates.
"Hnn." Sesshomaru sat on a bench, laces impeccably tight. She didn't know how he made everything look so good, but the blades of his skates gleamed.
And, not to mention, he looked delicious in his dark blue turtle neck and thin black gloves. Life wasn't fair, she groused as she pulled on her bulky parka. Why he got to float around in a bubble of frustratingly perfect beauty while she slipped and stumbled her way in clunky wear, she didn't know.
"Sesshomaru, look!" She glided out and managed to barely stay balanced. He made his way over to her easily.
She pouted, chipping at the ice with her blade. "Ugh, why are you naturally good at this?"
Discontent and frustration rolled off her in waves of heavy scent, and Sesshomaru crinkled his brow. This would not do.
"...I mean you are Sesshomaru but even still-AHH!" she cried as he swept her feet out from under her. His arms full of squirming Kagome, he began to skate.
Soon she melted into his warmth and looped willing arms around his neck as they circled the rink. She threw her head back in blissful relaxation, and waved to strangers around them, shrieking with laughter. She radiated pure, unadulterated happiness, all pink cheeks and windswept hair, all in his arms, and Sesshomaru adored her.