Her breathing slows.

Pushing sweaty bangs back from her face, Kagome releases his hair and looks down.

He's watching her, his cheek resting against the inside of her thigh.

Warmth spreads over her chest and face. "That was…" The words won't come. Deep inside, there's a fullness, but her throat is hollow and void of her will.

Sesshoumaru moves, the slide of his naked body over hers a reminder of everything they shared. "That was you and me." His eyes, like honeyed amber, soften for her and her alone.

"Us?" she asks, voice faint.

Leaning down, he kisses her. "Us."