InuYasha held Kagome’s face cupped in his hands, the tips of his claws disappearing into her midnight hair. His amber eyes searched hers, wanting, demanding, and hers answered, heavy-lidded, and gray, her face tilting up. He brushed his thumb lightly across her cheekbone before lowering his face to hers, his lips brushing at first lightly across the satin of hers. Her lips opened up in return, inviting more. He pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, exploring her taste as she melted against him.
“Bedtime,” she said, pulling on his obi.
“Right,” he replied.