It was never meant to be anything. But as her hands trace along contours of relaxed muscle and sensually striped hips, his hands cover hers, and she knows that's changed.
For them both.
Preternatural eyes glitter from below. They're contemplative, piercing. Kagome flushes under the intensity of their stare, but she doesn't look away. Waits.
Time passes in silence, and then Sesshoumaru lifts his hand, brushing calloused knuckles along the outside of her breast. "Kagome."
"What is it?" Her tongue darts out to wet suddenly dry lips.
He pulls her down, takes her face in his hands. "No more hiding."