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“Do my eyes not remind you of him?”
“No. They're completely different.”
“Miko-“
“They really are! His eyes are... warm. Soft. Like melting butter or the midday sun.”
“I do not want to hear you praise another man in front of me.”
“But I like your eyes so much better. They're cold and sharp, like a sword made of the purest gold.”
“Golden swords are useless.”
She traces the markings over his eyes. "Well your eyes have purpose. They show intent so clearly that I often wonder how your reputation of being emotionless has come about. Even now you're so focused on me, I love it when you focus on me, that I can tell you're hung on my ever word.”
He shifts to hover over her, his arms on either side of her. His breath hitting her cheek as he lands a soft kiss by her ear.
“Keep talking.” He commands, continuing to trail kisses down her face and neck.
A soft gasp leaves her lips as she obeys. “When you return from a long trip, your gaze reflects the golden sands of a desert in drought that has finally been graced with the blessing of rain.”
He nips at her collar, receiving a yelp in response. She moves to slide her hands along his shoulders but he brings them up above her head instead, keeping them in place with one hand “Do not move.”
A pleased mewl precedes her words “And when you get strict- Mmmh” She gets cut off by her own moan.
“When you get strict, your eyes glint like gilded shackles that boast of a hold on me that I cannot overcome.”
She grinds her hips up into his arousal. “But I can try.” A smirk on her lips.
“Nngh” Sesshoumaru groans at her mischief, grazing her neck with his teeth as a warning.
“Your eyes show desire in my favourite way.” She says in response “The way they change from cool to heated, like swirling molten metal, so hot that I fear I'll melt into you and delight in it.”
His lips are at the valley of her breasts now, languidly licking his way down.
She arches into him and sighs. “But I love your eyes the most...”
She slips her hands from his hold with little resistance, cupping his face and bringing it up to hers.
He is watching her intently, lips wet and red tinging the corners of his eyes. He raises an eyebrow, signalling to her to complete her sentence.
“I love your eyes the most when I'm reflected in them.”
A moment passes before he closes the distance between them, claiming her lips as his for the millionth time. How had he gotten so lucky as to find such a perfect women to be his?
The kiss is slow and thorough, the softness of his lips leading hers feel euphoric. The tempo changes slowly as her hands entangle in his hair and his legs nudge hers apart.
Sesshoumaru breaks away, allowing Kagome to catch her breath. “You should try your hand at poetry my love, your sweet words inspire emotion.”
“I've picked up a few things in the decades I've been here. But none of those sweet things could compare to the taste of you.” Her eyes twinkle with mirth.
A chuckle sounds from him, his gaze softening. “ I love you Kagome.”
A giggle, “I love you too Sesshy.” She pulls him into another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the last.
—-
The rest of the night is quite eventful, to say the least.