Padding quietly across the floor so as not to wake her from her much-needed slumber, Sesshoumaru knelt beside the bed. She was curled up around one of his furs, hair still damp from her bath, and he couldn't stop himself from tucking a wayward curl behind her ear.
She stirred, blinking sleepily, and desire hit him so hard it would've sent him to his knees had he been standing. Claws digging into the blankets, he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from doing something rash. "You were given a room of your own," he said softly.
She wrinkled her nose, sitting up. "It smelled wrong." She'd mentioned his scent before, leaving him to wonder just how in tune she was with youkai senses.
One of the first things youkai relied on when finding a mate was their scent. A partner had to be alluring to all senses, so while appearance could be changed or improved upon, if their smell wasn't compatible, they would move on to the next candidate.
He had been avoiding the topic with the miko strictly because she'd never shown any interest other than helping him sleep, but the fact that he'd found her in his bed was a blatant invitation, even for a human.
Propping herself up on one arm, she gave him a tired smile. "Are you done for the day?"
"All of my obligations have been seen to," he replied, and she scooted away from him, pulling back the covers so he could join her. The edge of his lips twitched at her blush, and he quickly removed his armour along with his outer layer, forgoing his usual sleepwear to gain a few extra moments beside her.
His arm slid under her neck, pulling her close, and once her head landed on his chest, they both sighed in relief.