75—Angel Cake
It happened again.
Apparently Kagome's limp sleeping body believed more in gravity than in his power.
Sesshomaru didn't want to stop flying and rest in the openness of the plains but he didn't want to keep catching her either.
Resigned, he decided to bake his cake and eat it too.
It was logical.
Purely logical, nothing else.
But it was strange how eagerly she leaned into him as he sat her upright between his legs.
She kept falling over so he had no choice but to steady her with a hand around her middle.
Even stranger, that felt logical too.