Neither of them talk.
The sound of rain thrums outside the cave, flashes of lightning and claps of thunder still breaking through the storm.
She lays curled into his side. His lips are pressed against her hair and his arm around her, his even breathing lulling her as she gently massages his residual limb.
It's sore from bracing his weight. But they are both relaxed and sated, and something more resonates between them.
"That felt like making love," she whispers, breaking the silence.
Sesshoumaru hums, stroking lazily along her arm. "Perhaps it was."
Her head snaps up.
His lips twitch.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This was a really hard drop for me to get out. I was tempted to abandon the fic a few days ago due to the sheer frustration of it. Major, major thanks to Faith who stuck through a couple months of drafts, frustration, and my near panic of getting this written. Friend, you are so appreciated!
Thank you again for reading. If you have been reading and enjoyed this, a comment would make my day!
