General disclaimer: Inuyasha and all characters associated with the series belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I'm just borrowing them temporarily and without incurring any profit.
Extreme
The Dog General is passionate. She is subtle.
He is loud. She is quiet.
He laughs openly, uproariously.
She smiles in amusement from behind her fan.
He radiates light and warmth.
She absorbs it; lets it sink into her pores. Warm her core. Her very essence.
His tenderness is not measured. His kisses, unlimited. His heart equally unbound.
She has never…she will never match him full, she knows.
He kisses her strongly, boldly, passionately and she lets the heat overtake her.
It is true that they had been a political union. It is true she had not loved him so well in the beginning.
It is also true that nothing can remain unaltered by the passage of time, not even the stubborn heart of a cynical demoness.
In the darkness she feels the myriad ways she has learned to love him sing through her veins.
She learns more with every breath.
Foolish!
She already knows the end of their tale.
Yet, when his mouth finds hers, when she lets the restraint of her heart and body melt, and faces him equally boldly and nakedly she cannot find it in herself to lament her folly.