The miko is full of surprises.
No sooner are the words out of his mouth than she has him by the front of his kimono, straining up on her toes and pulling him down, a greedy mouth pressing to his.
Stunned, his eyes widen at the sure touch of her lips, and he dithers for a moment, his hands frozen against her arms.
It's been…a while.
But then she sighs, and her lips soften, and his eyes close as she relaxes into him, small hands tangling in his hair.
Tasting of trust.
Folding her close, Sesshoumaru kisses her back.
