Therapy isn't always calm.
"You jerk!"
Sesshoumaru watches her eyes flash as she jumps off the couch, whirling on him, and the counselor sits just a bit farther back in his seat, eyes widening.
His own narrow. "Watch yourself, Kagome."
She's not intimidated.
"I can't believe you're bringing up your brother!" A slender finger stabs into his chest. "I'd wake up in the morning, see them sitting there, and my first thought—the first one after reminding myself it wasn't real—was that I wanted you!"
Temper flaring, he jumps to his feet. "You—"
"Both of you sit down!"
