The fire's glow threw their shadows against the surrounding trees, with the smaller of the two on the move.
Rin made one last pause before sitting in front of him. She looked down his torso in a daze of wonder. His armor and swords were piled neatly beside him, and the ivory hanjuban covering his chest was thin enough to show through the sketching of pectoral muscles.
"Weren't you going to brush me?" His eyes were burning and bold, glancing up from the hairbrush now beside her on the ground.
"I want to ask…"
"Ask," he said.
In the background, Ake let out a small whinny. Rin turned away from her horse and back to Sesshomaru. Her heart was already thumping. "No," she mustered up, "I've said the wrong thing."
Hanjuban - an undergarment worn under the kimono.
