Death
The room was pitch black, except for the tv flashing in front of them, casting a strange bluish light across both of their faces. The drapes had been drawn, and the shutters outside had been closed. She heard the mailman come and leave, and did not get up to see what bills arrived, or what postcards had landed in the box. She just looked at him, watched his chest lightly rise and fall with each breath.
He was adorable when he slept, and she smiled sweetly to herself. She reached down, and picked the remote from off the floor, and pressed the red button, turning off the television, which was playing the movie that they had been watching, before they fell asleep. He fell asleep that is... She didn’t need rest, in the way that she used to. It was enough just to rest for a few hours, when the sun was at it’s highest point.
She gently touched his neck, brushing away a few strands of hair from his flesh. Had they been out in the glorious madness of the daylight, his hair would have shimmered with copper and gold. It was hair that paled in the summer light, and darkened as the soothing winter months approached. It was darker now, and it was growing long and thick. Slowly, day by day, he was becoming even more beautiful.
Her fingers lightly traced along his neck, and his body lightly shivered in response. She smiled, and touched him again. In his deep sleep, his body still responded to her touch, and he softly moaned. He was far too deep in sleep, she had kept him awake for so long, that he would not wake, but this did not stop her fingertips from teasing his skin. His eyelids fluttered from within what had become a sensual dream, and he moaned a little louder.
Her fingers finally ran across a small long healed wound. Only the most sensitive of touch would have discovered it, and only the keenest of eyes could have detected the minor flaw in his skin, and even then, only in the best light. Still, her touch was delicate, and her eyes keen, and she could see the minor wound, the skin with a pale silvery stain to it. She leaned over, and carefully kissed the fragile flesh, and then with a tiny pink cat- like tongue, licked the spot.
She could feel the steady pulse, beneath the surface of his skin, her tongue picking up the subtle movement under the surface as blood flowed steadily through his carotid artery. She closed her eyes, and gently ran her fingers through his hair. He was far from waking, but she wanted something of him, and it would be criminal to take it without asking. She ran her kisses over his chest then, and as she kissed his nipple, he gently stirred. A sly smile played upon her lips, she always had known the best way to wake him.
He looked at her through half closed lids, his breathing increased, and he swallowed. “Wha... wha..... what are you doing?” He said, raising his head from his arm, the lines of his hair embossed into his flesh. As he watched her, his body slowly awakened, drawing out of its slumber, despite it’s desperate need for such. A grin grew across his features, as he watched with anticipation as her kisses wandered slowly down, and then he pouted, as she stopped, and kissed him with her tender lips.
She gently parted his lips with her tongue, and licked the inside of his lips. His body shivered under her own, and she could feel his temperature increase. Bare flesh moved slowly against bare flesh, and she kissed him again. He softly moaned in response, and arched his back. He slowly rolled, and laid on his back, holding her above him. His kisses were furious and full of need, although his brain was still trying to wake up. She had kept him up so late, and only allowed him a little sleep each day. Still, his body could not help but respond to her, and when she brushed his hair off his neck once more, he nodded, and sighed.
Eagerly, she parted her lips once more, the rush of hunger filling her. Tiny twin daggers of pearl glimmered from behind perfectly formed crimson lips, and inch by inch, her body sank to his, and the twin points slipped through the tender fragile flesh.
