He was angry and pacing back and forth incessantly. His growl reverberated off the walls and his youkai flared wildly. Sesshoumaru couldn’t fathom the reason for the unnecessary amounts of men who were stalking his lovely Kagome. The word “agitation” just couldn’t encompass the sheer magnitude of his nefarious intentions.
Wanting to ease his state of mind, Kagome rushed to his side grabbing his arm. She then held up her free hand and said, “Do you see this, Sesshoumaru?”
She then took Sesshoumaru's large, slender one and placed it in the hand she was showing. Kagome held his eyes and breathed, “It’s a perfect match. No other hand can fit in mine. When you don’t hold me, my hand has a cavity and longs for your hand.”
Kagome's cheek rubbed against the heated skin of their interlocked fingers. Her affectionate caress melted away his previous concerns and they kissed- love fitting their hands together.