From Mind to Map by Aimee Blue

Torch

There was a hand on her leg. Worse, there was a hand in her sleeping bag on her leg. Even more horrifying: there was a someone in her sleeping bag with a hand on her leg. And they were snoring.

Sitting up she inspected the huge lump stretching her sleeping bag to weird disproportions. It was warming her feet like Buyo had decided to keep her company. Except this mystery guest was a lot larger than a housecat.

The lump groaned and picking up her torch she used it to club the intruder before she peeled back the covers.

“Sesshoumaru?”

A/N: I don’t own Inuyasha.