Kagome's eyes flicker with a yearning he's never seen in her before. It's there, the flayed open heart of disbelief and earnest hope hiding beneath the blue and waiting to be let out.
Her face turns into his palm, her voice wavering. "You really want that? With me?"
The undercurrent of insecurity in her tone pulls at something in him that has lain dormant for centuries, and he doesn't hesitate. "Yes."
"But I'm human," she chokes.
Sesshoumaru gently grasps her jaw and leans up, his lips hovering over hers. "I am aware, Miko."
When he kisses her, she doesn't resist.
