When Kagome turned 30, everyone came. Inuyasha did make an effort to come around more, and Kagome made trips to Sango and Miroku. She also often visited Rin right before winter, staying with her and not the demon Lord. He noticed, and while he would not have objected to her staying with him or them having some adult time, it was her choice, and he was not so enthralled with her as to chase.
But when she turned 30, they came to her. The village was growing and changing, as were the humans. Kagome was aged slowly and beautifully. Yet she still had no husband and no children.
Rin had three now, Miroku and Sango had four, Inuyasha and Kikyo stuck with two.
Sesshomaru did come. He stood stoic and away most of the time, not that it stopped the children from trying to climb him. He would so often pick them up and sit them on a branch or at least off his person, but he was gentle.
They ate, they laughed, they remembered.
Jaken wobbled up to the demon Lord. "Humans make no sense,"
Sesshomaru glanced down at him,
"They celebrate growing closer to their deaths,"
He wanted to kick the imp; he didnt need the reminder.
Sesshomaru watched in silence as the day turned late and the party settled down. Her friends left, including Inuyasha, but not before glaring at his brother. Inuyasha had shown and given him his what for about Kagome a long time ago. It, of course, fell on deaf ears.
"Jaken, see that Rin and the children return safely,"
"You are not going back?"
"Since when do you question me, Jaken?"
The imp wobbled back and quickly followed after Rin, her mate, and their children.
Rin was old enough not to ask questions, but she didnt need to. "Happy birthday, Lady Kagome,"
Her husband looked down at her. "Is his Lordship not returning with us?"
Rin smiled. "He has to give Kagome her present," Her smile grew.
"What present!" Jaken gapped,
"None of our business, master Jaken!"
"What gift could my Lord gift that requires to be given so late?" He grumbled under his breath.
Rin smiled more; Jaken didn't like it.
Kagome tried to fight her gift, but in the end, he won.
Sitting on the edge of a wide, backless wooded bench, Sesshomaru closed his leg slightly, and Kagome slid down his gift. Before grabbing her ass to help her move, he lifted her top. She called it an undertank. He lifted it but did not remove it all the way, stopping over her eyes, blinding her.
He kissed her mouth, and his hands found her round ass, and there, without seeing, she took what he gave her. Her skin glistened against the light of the fire, and her breast danced begging. Her body had not changed much. She was still tight, but he knew by the way she moved he had no longer been her only lover. It had been several years since they last did this.
It was not a conversation to have now, or ever really. It wasn't his business, but he was willing to bed. She had not taken more than one or two to her bed.
But he was willing to bet he was the best. Jealousy threw him like an arrow, but he quickly batted it away, enjoying her gasp and moans and begging to remove her top from her eyes.
"You do not need eyes to fill Miko,"
She bit her lip, and his delicious thrust and her whole body shook with ecstasy when he, once again, came inside her.
Her head thrown back, the call into tight. He growled his pleasure as she rode out his orgasm, claiming her own with it.
After, he lay naked and uncaring and watched her move about.
"Where are you going, woman?"
"I need to go grab herbs real fast,"
She had some growing for others.
He looked up. "I should think you would have some ready,"
Kagome smiled. "I do not make it a habit, sir, of allowing one to, um, do that,"
He smirked. "Happy birthday," Of course, he wasn't sure if the gift was hers or his.
The next morning, he once again told her she could move West. She, once again, declined.
