Sesshoumaru rolls under her.

Hands smooth over his abdomen and up his chest, and Kagome takes control, pressing him down into the furs. "You're warm."

Hooded and dark, his eyes follow as her hands trace along markings hidden to anyone but her. "Is that so unexpected?"

"No, I suppose not." Pink tinges her cheeks. "I like it." Sliding lower, her lips take over, teasing the stripes wrapping his hip.

Sesshoumaru jumps, his unexpected, sharp intake of breath bolstering her confidence, and she bites lightly at his hip bone where it juts out.

When he moans, low and deep, she smiles.