Written for Discord Drabble Night
Prompt: Tentative
Word Count: 100
Kagome would always have described Sesshomaru as sure. On the battlefield, in his realm, when he led their group through the trees, when he gave orders, he knew what he expected to happen and that's how it was.
But in romance, he was tentative.
He would just brush his hand against hers, sit rigidly at her side, kiss her and stare off in confusion; it was not exactly heartening for a simple human girl.
"I have never felt such things." He admitted grudgingly, and Kagome took pity.
"Like this." She wrapped herself in his arms and he sighed in understanding.