100 words. Kikyou and Inuyasha.
Warning: Slight citrus-y flavor
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"Love me now." She commands, and he complies; feels honor-bound to do so.
Her skin is flawless to the touch, but not quite the satin-smooth he remembers from days of old. It's cool and clay-like beneath his clawtips, and leaves the taste of chalk on his tongue. She weaves bone-dry fingers into his hair and pulls him down against her--makes him feel both alive and dead in the same instant. Burning with passion stale and past it's prime.
Her body is like a graveyard for their love. An open pit he trips and falls into over and over again.