Kagome's eyes fell to Sesshomaru, time flashing before her eyes.
Enemy. Ally. Friend. Lover. Father. Mate.
And before panic took her completely, she mourned her loss.
As if feeling her eyes on him, citrine turned to her.
Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth.
Exhaled.
And before her diaphragm could contract to pull water into her lungs, his lips were on hers, mouth covering hers as he offered her reprieve.
Saved her life.
Instead of water, oxygen filled her, and she was so suffused with relief that she wept, her tears spilling to mix with the water surrounding them.