Her hair tickled his chest, it crept down his stomach, it pooled below his navel.

Dry leaves crunched under Rin's knees as she scooted down his lap. She needed more space to explore, and now that she could see what she would be touching, did not fight her burning curiosity.

Rin groped for and held the narrow of his waist. She couldn't feel the cold anymore focused entirely on him—and the straining bulge just released from underneath her, which she stared at for more than a few moments.

But something made her look up, and when she did she saw Sesshomaru smirking down at her hands, before panning up to meet her wide-open eyes.

Stunned, because she was positive she had never seen him look so amused before.

"Don't… Don't stare at me all the time." Rin was beyond the color red. And when in such a state of nervousness, tended to rush through her sentences, before emotion overtook and caused her words to burst out. "Your stare, Sesshomaru is sometimes, sometimes…"

He kept staring anyway. "Is what."

"I don't know," she said.