The scent was strong, filling the room with an ownership.
Shigure looked at Akito beside him. She was sleeping soundly. She slept so peacefully it was hard to imagine her normally cruel and hateful nature. A soft smiled played on her lips making him reach out and stroked his thumb across them. She stirred, but didn't wake.
Her smell filled the air--their smell actually. It was the scent of sex... No one would mistake it for something other than what it was. The scent of sex was like sex itself--primal and carnal, unmistakable and distinguishable, strong and intense.