He didn't say anything for a long time, eyes darting around the field like a child, and Kagome had to stop herself from running her fingers through his hair or nuzzling his temple.
He was tantalizingly close, but the purpose of her gift wasn't to get something in return, not yet, anyway. That would come later—she hoped.
"Which one do you like best?" she eventually asked, trying to discern where his eyes lingered the most. He finally looked back up at her, and she bit the inside of her cheek at the raw emotion on his face. At his confused and helpless stare, she tapped the glasses. "Which colour?"
Pointing at the patterns on his yukata, she said, "Purple?" Then she motioned to the grass. "Green?" Turning to the horizon, she labelled each shade as it ran into the next. "I'm a fan of gold, myself."
He lifted her off the well, his grip finally relaxing, only for him to grab her chin again, tilting it upwards as his thumbs slid under her eyes. "And what of this?"
Kagome's heart lurched in her chest, and she licked her lips. "That's blue." He traced the lines of her face, never releasing her, and she found it harder and harder not to pull him down. They were so close—he was so close, and she grabbed onto his wrists. "If you don't let me go, I'm going to do something stupid," she whispered.
That finally got a reaction out of him, and both brows raised in question. "There is nothing you could do that I would consider foolish in this moment, miko. You have blessed This One with an extravagant gift, and I fear I will never be able to repay you for it."
He was so sincere that tears pricked her eyes, and she laughed warily. "Extravagant enough to be a courting gift?"
His eyes narrowed, and her heart plummeted into her stomach, but he still hadn't let her go, growling softly. "That is not meant to come from you."
Digging her feet into the dirt to keep her knees from shaking, she lifted her chin. "Is that a no?" She refused to beg; she knew it would do little with him, instead rocking herself forward to press a brief kiss to the underside of his jaw.
A plea threatened to escape but never had the chance, Sesshoumaru all but lifting her off the ground to claim her lips. Kagome sank against him in relief, clutching his collar as she slanted her head for more.
Every fantasy she'd had was like the monochrome Sesshoumaru had been living in until she'd had a true taste of him, a kaleidoscope of colour bursting on her tongue. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, finally coming up for air.
Sesshoumaru sniffed, burying his face against her neck, sending shivers down her spine as his mouth moved against her skin. "You are a conniving woman. I shall enjoy paying you back tenfold for your audacity."
Her tears finally overflowed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sure you'll win."
"You have shown your persistence with others before. It would be unwise to bet against you."
"But you're willing to take the chance?" she guessed, unable to stop smiling.
He finally pulled back, wiping away the remaining tears on her face. "I am willing to chance many things where you are involved." He adjusted the glasses, looking around the meadow again before tugging on her hand. "Come. We will confide in Rin before sharing the announcement with your kin."
As they walked back to the village, a spark of power teased her fingers, and Kagome whispered her silent thanks to the well over her shoulder. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to tell her mother about her success next year, but she'd continue to plant flowers around the well until they met up again.