There's a fleeting, piquant spike in her scent, and he can venture a guess at what she meant. He doesn't draw attention to it, chuckling quietly as her fatigue takes over. "Sleep, Kagome."
But she's already there.
Sesshoumaru pulls her closer, noting with a fondness how easily she curls into his damaged arm without a thought to its broken state—how perfectly she fits even there.
His lips press against her hair.
She is young. Inexperienced. But he can see what she has not yet, and peace settles into his chest.
Her head has almost caught up to her heart.
A/N: Hi! Thanks for still reading this fic! I posted earlier than planned originally because it's just been a rough week, and I need to focus on other things tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed the drop. If you've been following along and enjoying it, I'd love to hear your thoughts! They truly feed a writer's soul.
The amazing Kumagoroabu drew a scene from chapters 139-141. Check out her deviantart here for the work. It's beautiful! kumagororabu/art/I-Have-You-WCTR-Fanart-839920594
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