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Resin-like gold watches her, churning with something indefinable as she curls her toes into the ground, refusing to drop his eyes. His echo the desire bubbling deep inside of her, desperate to live in the moment that exists between them only right then.
"Why?" Need, raw and visceral, belies the equanimity in his gaze.
Kagome ducks her chin, eyes dropping to his waist as shaky hands grasp the ties of his hakama. "Because I also need to share my vulnerability." Trembling fingers pull, and her voice drops to a whisper. "With you."
The hakama falls.
