She's curled up in her own bed, but her mind is in the past.

Pulling her covers up to her chin, Kagome closes her eyes and thinks about him. What's between them is comfortable and quiet, but she's begun to feel the burn of something so much more than she anticipated deep within.

Sighing quietly, she snuggles in deeper. She can't define that burn yet, but she needs it. Needs him.

"Strange how things turn out," she murmurs to herself.

She doesn't expect the knock on her window, but before she can even sit up, Inuyasha slides it open, grinning.