Kagome sat silently at the table at the reception of the wedding she had just witnessed. Sesshomaru sat next to her just as quietly as she, yet everyone else at the table seemed to be full of words. Sesshomaru found it odd her being quiet, did the wedding get to her that much? He now understood why she liked the past so much, she didn't seem to fit in though she was popular with everyone.

"So Kagome, what kinda of dress would you wear?"

Both Kagome and Sesshomaru looked up at the person who asked the question, it would seem they both had missed the conversation.

"What?" She asked, confused,

"Dress, what kinda of dress would you wear?"

Then it dawned on Sesshomaru what the stupid human girl was talking about,

"Wedding dress, she speaks of a wedding dress," He told Kagome, who was still being silent. Kagome blushed a bit; that was the last thing on her mind, even though they were at a wedding.

"Uh um, I dunno, I never really thought about it,"' Mostly because women back in the past just wore whatever they had.

"Oh come, long sleeve?" One girl asked,

"Short sleeve, or maybe a short dress?" Another asked,

"Oh, I know a puffy one like the one you wore in the high school play," Another laughed,

Sesshomaru sat and tried to imagine Kagome in each dress the girls had spoke about, and she did not fit right in any of them, to him anyway.

"Uh- " Kagome was at a loss "I really don't know, I'm not sure what I would look good in." Why were they talking about this? Was she getting married?

"Bohemian,"

Everyone turned to look at Sesshomaru,

"Hu?" Kagome said,

"A bohemian wedding dress would fit you," He was not looking at her; in truth, he had no idea why he even said anything.

Kagome just blinked,

"Oh, sounds like someone already has an Idea about their wedding," One of Kagome's friends said. Kagome turned seven different shades of red, "Uh, it is not-

She was cut off by another question: "Where would you like to get married at?"

All her friends looked at her with a smile, Kagome gave them a flat look. "IF I were getting married, WHICH I'M NOT," She took a moment. "Outside, I get married outside, in the middle of a field full of flowers," Kagome was in deep thought. Her mind was no longer there but in the past.

Sesshomaru glanced at her, and then he began to think of her in a bohemian wedding dress in the middle of one of his western fields, full of flowers. He imagined she would have flowers all in her hair and light pink lips, and the flowers she would be holding were the same ones in the field. Rin had something very similar. He closed his eyes, remembering Rin's day.

"Are you ok, Sesshomaru?"

Sesshomaru looked at her and then noticed that everyone at the table had left to dance,

"Fine,"

"You spaced out," She pointed out. "They made fun of my outdoor wedding,"

"It will be your wedding, so it matters not what they think," He said, bored. " The idea, is it not, that it is your day?"

Kagome sighed. "I guess," She watched her friends dance, her finger rubbing the rim of her wine glass.

Sesshomaru stood. "Come,"

Kagome looked at him "Hu?"

"I assume you know how to dance?"

Kagome blushed. "Well, not very well,"

It's not like she spent a lot of time doing it.

He offered his hand. "I will lead,"

Kagome looked at his hand, then at him, and then back down at his hand; she took it. Sesshomaru walked with her to the dance floor; he turned and held out one hand and placed the other on her waist. Kagome gulped, this odd, strange, off. It had been 500 years, and he was no longer a killing Lord; times had changed; he had not changed all that much, but he had changed. Back then, if someone told her she would be in the future dancing with him at a wedding, she would have laughed, and he would have killed someone.

Kagome took his hand and placed her other on his shoulder, and then he began to lead her. They never took their eyes off each other.

Kagome sighed, and he knew her mind was wondering again. "What have you distressed now, Miko," He whispered,

"Nothing,"

"Lie,"

"I mean, it's something, but it's nothing to wonder about."

"I can smell your stress, it's annoying,"

Kagome started to pull away from him, yet he would not let her go. Instead, he pulled her close so that her chest was touching his, and his hand was now on her back, holding her in place while still dancing.

"What are you thinking, Miko?"

"Inuyasha,"

He found himself not liking that,

"What of him," He asked

Kagome was quiet for a moment. "I loved him,"

He still danced with her as the music changed,

"You thought you loved him," Sesshomaru corrected,

"No, I love him!" She said, in her defense,

"Maybe as you love the monk and slayer, as I loved Rid," He responded,

Once again, she tried to push away, but he held her firm against him.

"I was in love with him,"

Sesshomaru snorted,

"How would you know, jerk? You don't even know what love is!" She looked at him with angry eyes, hurt eyes,

"And you do? Miko, are you aware that you are alone?"

"Yes, I do know what love is because I was in love with him; it was love."

Sesshomaru found himself a bit annoyed with her.

"You may have thought you were in love, Miko, but you were young,"

Then Sesshomaru leaned down, his lips near her ear. "But it takes two to make passion, to make love, to mate."

Kagome felt heated, and she blushed hard; she could not believe he was being so bold. "He never touched you, did he," Sesshomaru whispered,

Kagome gasped as his words hit her, no Inuyasha never touched her the way one would if in love; it was one-sided, it was childish, it was hormones, it wasn't love. He loved Kikyo. Ran to her, held her, kissed her, and touched her in a way a man would, even though she was no longer warm and real.

Kagome silently missed Inuyasha's touch, even if it wasn't of a lover's nature. But it was when Sesshomaru let her go and backed up that she grew cold, and then she found she was missing his touch immencely.