Kagome wakes before dawn.
She's still tired, but she's comfortable. Soft fur brushes her cheek, and a small body helps keep her warm as the now gentle patter of rain splashes against the ground outside the cave. It's drowsy and cozy and perfectly snug, and she nestles deeper into the pelt.
And that's when she notices her fingers are laced through his. Somehow, in their sleep, they've reached out and found each other. What the…how?
She's still focused on their hands when he opens his eyes, fixing on hers.
They don't speak.
They don't let go.
The rain still falls.
A/N: This last one is a favorite of mine. Thank you for reading. Please review/ comment!
