She pulls back and holds her breath, and heavy-lidded gold blinks back at her.
Slowly.
"Sesshoumaru?"
The muscles in his body give, his weight shifting off balance, and Kagome pitches to the side with the brief change in stability.
He catches himself at the last second, his hand coming up automatically to steady her by her arm, and she breathes a sigh of relief.
"Apologies," he murmurs, but his eyes aren't quite focused when he says it.
"No, it's okay. I'm—" All of a sudden, everything hits her and Kagome stares, dumfounded.
Sesshoumaru, the Lord of the West, just swooned.
