With her arms wrapped around his neck, it was easy to sneak glimpses of his face. Quite difficult to not, actually. And as her mental list of his desirable traits multiplied, she couldnt help but question her very necessity. What did he need her for?
"Sesshoumaru, why am I here?"
His answer was simple. "I wish you to be."
"I dont think you need me," she confessed, eyes downcast.
He halted their swaying movements to claim her chin in his grasp, forcing her attention upward.
"You consider me acceptable?"
"Of course, but-" he took her lips.
"Then I need you."