Prompt: isolation
When Kagome re-joined them, she seemed shocked by the image they made, visibly softening. Sesshoumaru offered the sleeping baby back to her, exchanging whispers of; 'good night.'
After they left, he turned to the television, pouring himself a whisky. Isolation hadn't been kind to his drinking habits.
An hour or so later, the bedroom door slid open.
"Can't sleep?" he guessed.
Kagome blocked the glare of the television, prompting him to look up.
"Something like that."
Golden eyes widened as the white shawl wrapped around her shoulders slid off her form like whispering silk, revealing bare skin beneath.