Sesshomaru had vowed to try something new.

And the Lord of the West never broke a vow.

He found her beside the river, toes dipped into the endless, azure flow.

He sat cautiously nearby.

“Oh, hello Sesshomaru. What brings you here?”

“You.”

Kagome’s grin wavered. “Ah, should I be worried?”

“Perhaps. I have a request.”

“Oh?”

“A kiss.”

Her grin morphed into hopeful surprise.

“Are you joking?”

“Never.”

The world dissolved into the melding of mouths and shared breath.

It was rapture and longing and bliss transmuted into pliant lips.

It ended too soon.

He wanted more.

So did she.