"Kagome, we need to find water; we need to get you cleaned up," Sango said, worried as she walked up to her friend. Apparently, Sesshomaru's words about protecting her stung a little.

Kagome looked down, "Yeah, you right."

"Just use your magic and let's get going," Inuyasha huffed

"I'm not wasting my power on something like this; besides, it doesn't clean me, and my shirt is half gone!" As if he had not noticed.

"What the fuck does it matter? You run around half-naked anyway!" He yelled.

"SIT, BOY!" Her face went red, and she stomped her foot.

Sesshomaru liked his brother's pain as well; that sit word was becoming his favorite word.

Kagome turned to Sesshomaru, "Water, or do you have anything to say?" She snapped at him.

He narrowed his eyes; while he didn't mind her sharp tongue sometimes, only because it was amusing, he would be damned if she would talk to him like that.

"Do not forget who it is your speaking to woman, least I add to your blood loss" He was allowed to start it; she was not. "Come,"

It was decided since all the men craved to have the Miko, that he would stand guard while the woman bathed.

He stood out of sight but within a second notice of them and could hear quite well. He found water not far from the battle deep enough for them to bathe. Sango helped Kagome; this wasn't really a nighttime bath so much a late afternoon rinse; she could not make camp to cook in her state. The water was cold, and she shivered and then hissed as Sango, from the banks, poured the water over Kagome's belly.

Sesshomaru stood still but swallowed hard at the sound of her hiss; it made his blood move just a little faster.

Sango grabbed Kagome's medical soap as she called it, and handed it over. Kagome was careful, "Ugh, this is going to be so sore tomorrow."

"Hopefully, it will be a rest day," Sango spoke,

"I doubt it; this I can handle, slow aching soreness is so different."

Sango smiled,

"Ok, I'm done."

"So which do you want, my extra slayer outfit, one of the wolves outfits or Inuyasha fire rat?"

"Yeah, I think ill pass on what Kouga wears," They giggled, "Do you mind if I borrow yours until I can buy something or get home?"

"Not at all, be right back."

Sango passed Sesshomaru to get what Kagome needed and quickly returned.

"Medicine first, the wrapping then outfit," Sango said, pulling the things out; she had learned a lot from her friend.

"This is going to sting like hell," Kagome said as she walked out of the water, placing a towel around her waist.

"Sorry," Sango started to dab with cleanser, and she was right. It stung, she hissed, and then hissed again and curled her toes. Sesshomaru could do nothing more than guess what her face looked like; his blood started to heat up, wishing she was doing more than just hissing.

Sango worked quickly to put the other things on and wrap her friend up so that her skin did not stick to the outfit. Kagome quickly dressed, careful not the bend too much, and put her hair up. "This ok?"

"Yep!"

"Great,"

Sango passed him first, then she did, his eyes followed her figure, and he sized her up one over in the outfit. It hugged her way too much but didn't show enough skin; he liked seeing her bruises and blood.

Of course, the wolves whistle, and Miroku blushed at the sight; somehow, the slayer outfit seemed a little more revealing on her than it did Sango. Though the slayer was strong in her own right, Kagome was just built differently. While he had not been looking, Sesshomaru noticed.

Kagome had plump but not overly big breast, perky, and notable for breeding and feeding. Sango was tall and thin in both the legs and midsection, whereas Kagome as somewhat tall and more even out in the midsection. You could not tell it yet because she had not given birth, but she had a nice set of hips. Her hair was nice and always clean. Her skin, when she wasn't meeting dirt, was also clean. She was well-groomed, and he had learned from her future that being clean was the norm. That was a welcomed bit of info. Most humans stunk in one manner or another.

But he didn't like the outfit. She was a Miko, not a slayer though she could very well slay almost any demon.

Kagome rolled her eyes at the wolves.

"K, better," Leave it Inuyasha to throw in an insult.

"Hopefully, this will protect your skin a little more," Sango noted as they started to make camp.

Sesshomaru let a personal snort that no one heard. He could not believe what he was thinking. He hoped not. He wanted something to peel that shit off her skin; he wanted to see her blood and watch her face as she cried out.

Damn, it was getting worse. He could still smell her blood. He took his leave of them like always. He would not eat and would not join them in nightly conversation; no, he would leave to get away from her and only return before dawn, and he looked forward to it at least this night he did. For she would indeed be sore, and he would take mild pleasure in her groans and facial expressions, and he would watch every move of that damn girl's lips.