His hands release the leather cords, letting his armor fall away. "Satisfied?"
A wisp of breath pulls too quickly through her lips, and then hers are on his, small hands framing his face as her demanding touch coaxes his apart.
"Miko—" His surprise is cut off by the insistent slant of her mouth against his.
"I want you—all of you," Kagome says, finally breaking free. "The imperfect past as much as the present."
His eyes become shuttered, the amber darkening. "Imperfect is too kind a word."
"I don't care." She kisses him again. "As long as it's you."
