Wood crackles.
The sound of snapping, burning timber echoes in her ears as she lays panting, his weight heavy and reassuring against her. It's surreal, these moments after. She is sated and warm. Safe. But the one above her isn't who she would have imagined.
Kagome shifts, lifting her hands to sweat-slick shoulders to trace down his arms. "I enjoyed that."
Something flashes in his eyes—something foreign and almost tender. But he seems to notice the slip and looks away.
"Hn."
She smiles, biting her lip.
He glances back, his own twitch, and some of the ice melts away.