"I think they're beautiful."
"You are beautiful." The words slipped out of his mouth, a whisper caught upon the night air, both of them stilling as she slowly looked up at him.
Regardless of their validity, Sesshoumaru was loathed to remember they were not alone and wished he'd saved such a revelation for a more intimate setting.
"What?" Her response was softer than his—if he had not been looking at her, he would've missed it.
Amber bore into sapphire, emotions flickering in the moonlight.
"Kagome, is there any dango left?"
The miko jumped, dropping his wrist before scuttling away, the stain of her blush reaching the tips of her ears.
