Sesshomaru winced as fingers gripped his hair harshly, tugging as small, blunt teeth bit his neck. She's reprimanding me? he thought, amused rather than angered. Contrary to how he told his body to react, he found himself losing control over his response. A soft, warm body was soon pinned to the ground beneath him, and glowing red eyes met puzzled green. A full mouth opened soundlessly, and a small pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. A ragged snarl left him, and he moved quickly to claim those lips in a slow, dominating kiss.
Kagome stopped breathing at the first touch of his lips, and she almost forgot her anger towards him. Almost. But the hard, muscled body that pinned hers did not constrict her arms. And after allowing herself a minute -okay, two minutes- to respond to the mind-blowing kiss, she brought her fist up quickly, a streak of pink left in the air after she had lowered it.
She had not neglected the training that he had provided, he mused as he brought up a clawed hand to wipe the blood from his mouth.
"Eighteen months," she hissed from beneath him, body ridged with anger.
A small purr of approval left him before he could stop it. The miko was a match for any demoness, as he had long ago realized. But now...now she would be his.
"If you would come to my court, you would see that the time away has been well used," he said vaguely, smirking when her eyes narrowed, curiosity sparked.