Drifting by kaoruhana

Drifting

A/N: Prompt: Cause when it feels, like I'm lost at sea, you're the song I sing again and again.

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Kagome woke up panting, chest heaving from her heavy breaths, her hands gripping the bedspread below her, sweat beading her temple and coating her skin, making the clothes she’d worn to bed stick uncomfortably against her skin. She stared unthinkingly into space and tried her hardest to not forget the dream in her head. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to remember the feelings she had: the way his touch lingered on her skin, the way his lips traced sensual kisses down her throat, the way she came to life with power when his fingers caressed the mating mark adorning her skin. 

Sesshomaru. 

Her mind whispered the name, and then she chanted it over and over, tears falling from her eyes. 

Perhaps if she spoke the words again and again, if she held onto his name, onto those fleeting remembrances of memories, she could remember what his love felt like. It had been two years since the well had thrown her back into the future, two years since she had seen her mate, two years since she had last seen his gaze land upon her. 

Sesshomaru! 

One hand came to claw at the collar of her night shirt, dragging it down until it lay pooled around her neck on her left shoulder. She fingered the mark that lay there, the mark he had laid on her. It was her anchor. 

When all was said and done, when months had passed by without a single word from him, she thought her mate had forgotten about her. She was sure that he had moved on because she was a human after all. But night after night as she had the vivid dreams and memories came to haunt her, night after night when she chanted his name in the dark, night after night when she fingered her mating mark she knew he was there. 

Sesshomaru! 

Kagome! 

Her blue eyes flew open, and she stared at the open window. In the summer she often left it open, letting the cool night breezes calm her. But tonight, something felt different. Something felt different about the sliver of moonlight that danced its way through the window, in the breeze that her curtains gently swayed in. She stared at her window for one long moment when she heard it again. 

Kagome! 

It wasn’t said out loud, but she could hear it. And she knew the voice it belonged to. Unsteadily, she untangled herself from the sheets on the bed and moved to the window, desperately searching, looking, trying her hardest to find the owner of that voice. 

But he wasn’t there. 

Dejected, she went back to bed, fingering the mark, before eventually falling into a fitful daze. 

When she woke up the next morning, she ambled down the stairs, bleary eyed and bushy-haired, sunken bags under her eyes once again. She knew it worried her mother, but short of finding her mate, he didn’t know how else to fix the issue. As she sank into a seat at the kitchen table, helping herself to some rice and soup, she missed the worried looks shared between her family at the table. 

But what she didn’t miss mere moments later was a familiar zing of youki that she suddenly felt or the knock on the door that she heard moments later. She stumbled up from her seat at the table, her family watching her curiously, and ran to the door, throwing it open. 

And there standing in front of her was the one person she’d been longing to see.

Sesshomaru! 

His golden eyes, so much like she remembered, just as loving and warm as she had seen in her dream, softened and his warm hands brought her closer, crushing her to his chest as he inhaled greedy lungfuls of her scent and pushed his clawed hands into her raven hair. 

Kagome. 

He was her anchor, the one person she knew she couldn’t live without. When all else had gone bleak, when the well had failed her time and time again, she held onto that hope, onto his name, onto that mark that he had given her all those years ago, knowing that he’d come find her. 

And as she chanted his name over and over and he murmured back hers to her, she knew that she was safe again. 

Because when it felt like she was drifting along in an endless haze, Sesshomaru had always been the guiding rock that kept her grounded. 

And now that he’d finally found her, she didn’t have to worry about that haze anymore.