Holding hands with Kagome proved to be the most difficult of distractions. Her fingers were not idle, teasing him with every stroke and squeeze.

But it was the little glances that did him in.

She had always been a passionate creature; sharing her emotions with anyone who was in need of them.

The slight tug at the side of her mouth mixed with the distinct scent of anticipation every time she caught his eye would be the death of him.

That he remained indifferent proved the extent of his training, though internally, he was hanging on by a thread.

"Relax," she whispered, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're allowed to feel as much as the rest of us."