For a moment, time stops.
Kagome's lashes flutter shut, letting it fully surround her. He's familiar and yet different. The same and yet not. Young yet old. But despite these various contrasts, one constant remains.
There is solace in his touch.
Breathing him in, she unconsciously parts her lips as his nose brushes hers again, and that same perfect mouth she's kissed more times than she can count lightly skims her cheek when he turns to it, inhaling softly.
She slides her hands over his shoulders, loops them behind his neck. "Your markings?"
His lips purse, souring his expression. "Makeup."