In Time, Death

By Alesyira

Summary: Warm and cozy. What more could anyone want?

Author's Note: Yes, my pretties, yes.


Bliss

Kagome woke some time before dawn, sprawled on her back with a warm body pressed against her side and a soft breath tickling her ear. Relaxed and sleepy, she rolled into the warmth with a sigh as she tucked her head under a chin. As she moved, clawed fingertips pricked gently against her throat and an arm slid loosely over her waist, comforting in its lax weight.

How she ever slept by herself was a complete mystery.

Bliss.

Her arm crept out and draped over the warmth at her side and she pressed her face against the dark fabric to hide from the sun that might be assaulting her senses at any moment.

It took her brain a little while to realize something was off.

Her fingertips rested against something smooth and warm. The middle of her arm rested on fabric-covered torso. She flattened her hand on the surface, spreading her fingers to determine what it was that she'd touched.

Warm skin.

Muscles that twitched as her fingers slid back toward her to feel for the fabric.

Even warmer muscles under the rough-woven fabric.

Shippo's clothes were made from the softest materials he could find. Two separate torsos? Had Shippo come back in the night?

Her eyes flew open as her brain screeched to a halt. Was Hiei between them?

Promising herself it must be a dream, she screwed her eyes shut and did her best to stop thinking impossible thoughts.

Warm fingers slid slowly, peacefully down her back, soothing in their motion. She melted as bliss returned and she drifted back to sleep under the gently petting caress.

An hour after sunrise, the sound of clinking dishes downstairs startled her from sleep. Her face was buried in rough, dark fabric, which was a little out of the ordinary, but the arm draped heavily over her side felt right. She reached out with tentative fingers intending a hug to apologize for her terrible behavior the night before, and unexpectedly met another hand.

Warm fingers threaded through hers.

Her eyes fluttered open as she began to realize something was not quite right. Very slowly, she sat up, blinking owlishly down at the other two that had somehow squeezed onto the other half of her bed. Shippo's much taller frame curled around Hiei, his bright red hair and the pale skin of his bare torso clashing vividly against the black of Hiei's hair and clothes. Both males had sleep-mussed hair and Shippo had brazenly draped his arm across Hiei's side.

That was the hand she'd found.

Her mouth fell open and then she promptly fell off the bed.

Hiei grumbled irritably as Shippo leaned over him to peek at the girl sprawled on the floor.

‟Look, if you aren't gonna let me put a bigger bed in here, we're gonna have to start sleeping on the floor. There's not nearly enough room to cuddle properly."

‟My mother is going to kill me," she muttered, pressing her hands to her face.


AN: Short and sweet :) Next chapter has some uncomfortable discussions. Or at least, terribly awkward for at least one person. (It's gonna be great)