Prompt: Apoplectic
Aight I have 30 chapters left to wrap this up before Fox's drabble challenge ends. Oof let's do dis.
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Present day:
Sesshoumaru leaned away from soft lips. Gazing down at her, the haze of memory and familiarity fell away- leaving him older, clad in pyjamas- Kagome wearied and changed.
He stiffened, realising he'd braced himself over her on the bloodstained floor. "Kagome, forgive me-"
She'd desired time.
A fresh wave of self-loathing churned, expecting apoplectic anger and distrust- before arms wrapped around his neck. That enticing mouth brushed his. "It's okay," Kagome smiled, cupping his cheek. "It's a precious memory for me too."
Tense muscles slowly relaxed, Sesshoumaru tipping heavily into her palm.
Their lips met again.