The heaviness wraps them in silence, and they lay on the couch, lost in their reality. But she is soft, warm, soothing…
Alive.
He holds her tighter.
She hums pleasantly, burrows deeper, and he feels one arm slip around between his back and the cushions to pull him closer. "I never expected this."
Claws drifting lazily along her back, Sesshoumaru presses his nose to her hair, breathing in her scent. "Neither did I."
Suddenly, her head pops up, and she flashes him a grin, breaking the somber atmosphere. "Definitely didn't see it back then."
He pokes her ribs; she laughs.
