After relaxing into her sleeping bag, Kagome sighed. It had been a very long day... or atleast it felt like it. Cuddling into the kit she had come to see as her own son, she instantly fell asleep. This sleep was one of those that have no dreams and are perfect for regaining energy.
Well that was until someone began to poking her in the middle of her back. . She graoned, slapping at the intrusive limb. She heard a quiet growl and instantly awoke from her peaceful slumber.
Rollong over, she came face to face with a booted foot. She slowly looked up, following the path of the white hakama over plated armor to the face of Sesshomaru. Well shit.
"Oh."
"Indeed."