He doesn't know how long they stay like that.
It's strange holding a woman like this again. She is small and delicate, all soft curves. But by some twist of fate, she fits, and the thought of letting go triggers possessive instincts.
Still, they cannot remain there forever.
Slowly, reluctantly, her lips part from his, and he opens his eyes to a drunken blue staring back.
Her lethargy is contagious, and he blinks. "Kago—"
She kisses him again—deeper, more daring.
When she finally pulls back, words elude him, and Kagome blushes, looking away.
"It's been a long four months."
A/N: Thank you for reading. Your thoughts are encouraging and appreciated. I hope this finds you all well.
