Kagome managed to stay in her room for all of two days before her cabin fever got the best of her. She'd stayed away from the northern wing where Sesshoumaru's room was located, but walking through the gardens on the other side of the shiro wouldn't hurt, right?
Taking care to wear one of the provided yukatas instead of her miko robes, she wandered aimlessly through the rows of plum trees, wishing she could send out her power to find out where Sesshoumaru was, but not daring to with his mother around.
She sighed softly. She had no idea what kind of person she was, but if she was anything like how Sesshoumaru used to be, it was probably a good thing she was avoiding her. Curiosity nagged, even to just catch a glimpse, but in the end, she refused to cause Sesshoumaru any more stress. He was already dealing with his mother's impromptu visit and lack of sleep.
Another sigh. She hadn't slept the past two nights either. Her time in the dungeon was cold and uncomfortable, sure, but Sesshoumaru hadn't been home then. Now he was, and all Kagome wanted to do was curl up in his arms and—
A blush tinted her cheeks. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, what she'd come close to doing that first morning, and it had been plaguing her dreams ever since. She kept waking up in a sweaty mess, skin flushed and tight from how vivid the images were. The whole reason for escaping to the gardens was for fresh air—and to stop herself from hunting him down and telling him exactly what she wanted to do to him.
And what she wanted him to do to her.