Being held is nice.
She's warm and comfortable, and she feels safe. With a soft sigh, Kagome lets her leg slide over his and snuggles closer, a bit lost in her wonder at it being Sesshoumaru's arms where she feels secure and protected.
Craning her neck up, she looks at his face, serene and peaceful as he lays there with his eyes closed.
He really is beautiful.
"How did we go from books to this?" she whispers, brushing his cheek.
His eyes crack open and slant to look at her. "How did we go from my father's tomb to books?"
