For someone who didn't deal with humans very often, he'd certainly mastered the art of kissing.
Sesshoumaru coaxed her into responding, one hand burying itself in her hair as he bent her backwards, Kagome clinging to the collar of his haori to keep herself balanced.
Which was difficult, considering how good he tasted.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but it warmed her from the inside out. It was like drinking hot chocolate on a cold day, and Kagome had always fancied herself addicted to the sweet concoction.
Humming into his mouth, she pressed herself against him, suddenly glad she'd landed a hit that had rid him of his armour but knowing full well it wouldn't have mattered if she'd missed.