Turning a corner, Kagome rolled her head in an attempt to relieve the tension building up between her shoulder blades. She'd never been a dreamer and had only been slightly jealous of those who did, considering how rested she felt when she woke, but something had shifted since sleeping with Sesshoumaru, and now he was just as vivid when she shut her eyes.
It wouldn't be so bad if they were about nonsense or being in danger. She'd take running away from dinosaurs or enlarged chickens instead of the way Sesshoumaru's hands seemed to linger on her skin even after she woke.
What made it worse was there was potential for the need to be satiated—she'd come so close to kissing him before Jaken had rudely interrupted—but now all she was left with was her imagination and libido. Both of which refused to be silenced since she had no basis of comparison to start with.
Was getting a little time alone with him so much to ask for?
She pictured Jaken chasing after her still wearing Sesshoumaru's clothes if she dared to ask, and laughed out loud. He hadn't been able to look her in the eyes after being outed, and Ah-Un hadn't given up his trophy of the fake mokomoko they'd torn off. She knew the vassal meant well, but there was a difference between impersonating your master for the shiro's protection and wearing his clothes.
As if being summoned, the dragon landed beside her, padding around her before nudging her hands, looking for treats. They'd become particularly protective of her since she'd arrived, often sneaking in through her balcony since she'd been forced to stay in her room.
"I missed you too," she said, stroking their scales. They nudged her in the opposite direction, but she ducked under their heads. "I'm walking this way. Come on, let's see if I can find you some—" She rounded the corner and suddenly realized why the beast had been so insistent on going the other way, a cascade of silver hair blowing in the wind as Sesshoumaru's mother turned her way.