They steal moments while they can.

The morning is crisp, a breeze rustling the fiery canopy of leaves above them, and light scatters like flecks of gold as she sits in the hollow of his legs.

She watches that light dance over her skin. "Is it selfish wishing you could stay?"

"Perhaps." Sesshoumaru smirks as she tilts her head upside down to see his face. "But then I am selfish as well." He leans down, lips to her ear. "Quite selfish."

Regrown claws snap off in his teeth, and her eyes widen when he slips into her waistband.

"What… oh."