As the night progresses, they reacquaint. Reaffirm. And sometime in the early morning hours, she pulls closer.
"I really did miss you."
He searches her eyes as her hand lifts to trace his markings. "You as well."
It's easier to say than he thought it'd be.
"At least we're on the same page then."
Her nose brushes his cheek.
Sesshoumaru closes his eyes, breathing her in. She's close. Too close. But even as he thinks it, he's tilting his head, leaning up—
A raspberry blows straight on his mouth.
Stunned, his eyes fly open.
She smirks. "Try again in four months."
