Everything but them has faded.

He's pulled her on top of his chest. Her hands frame his face, her fingertips buried in his hair while his arm holds her close.

Sesshoumaru parts his lips, and a small sound rises in the back of Kagome's throat when suddenly there's texture and taste.

"Oh," she breathes.

He chuckles, catching the supple, full pink of her bottom lip between his, biting gently.

She whimpers when his tongue brushes hers. Velvet. The pliant flesh gliding against hers is like soft velvet, and he feels and tastes amazing.

With a sigh, she returns the intimacy.