His grip on her didn't relinquish the entire way back. Kagura had taken her up in her feather a few times, and Kagome had decided very quickly that she preferred both feet on the ground.
It was a little different when the one beside her wasn't laughing or pretending to tip her over, though.
His youki was stable under her feet, the only indication they weren't out for a leisurely stroll being the wind whipping through her hair. "You don't have to hold me so tightly," she teased, grinning up at him.
The tips of his ears turned pink, but he pressed their foreheads together. "I am just glad I am able to hold you in this form."
"Got tired of me using you as a bed?" she asked, relishing in the soft touches.
Sesshoumaru pulled back, the bottom dropping out of her stomach at the feral gleam in his eyes. "You are welcome to do that any time."
It was Kagome's turn to blush, heat creeping under the collar of her robes, and she gave him a stiff nod, suddenly finding it hard to meet his gaze. It had been one thing when he'd been in his beast form, but now—she got the distinct image of roaming hands and blushed harder.
They touched down inside her barrier, the cottage a welcome sight—more so because it appeared to be intact—and Kagome almost sagged in relief. Her wards were still in place.
Mama was safe.