Sesshoumaru pulls her back down, and she ends up in his lap.

Her face pinks, but he doesn't seem to mind, so she curls her legs over his and closes her eyes when his hand brushes her cheek. She doesn't know what's happening. But it's tender and warm, and she's content to be close.

She opens her eyes and lets the back of her fingers stroke his jaw, ignoring how they shake as she does.

"I don't understand," she whispers, tucking his hair behind his ear as he does the same for her.

"Are you troubled by this?"

"No."

"Good."