There is peace in their vulnerability.

The sound of his voice rumbles over her, and Kagome's shyness begins to evaporate. She's drowsy. Content. And as he reads, she lightly traces the dark color that lays under his collarbone and wraps his ribs.

She never expected to be this comfortable with him.

The steady beat of his heart, calm and comforting, lulls her has he reads. The scent of roasting meat, promising nourishment and satiety, makes her feel cared for. And the unashamed, unexploited feel of her breasts against his side assures her heart that he is deserving of her trust.