Just a drabble. The pairing's a bit random, but not too far fetched. Well, I don't think. Reviews? Awesome.


It was hard to place what was different about his skin. Yes, there was the color…but…it was, different. When my lips would slide across it, I felt breath…hot, breath. As if the skin itself was pulsing, exhaling small gasps of air, the tiny particles and atoms forming to my mouth, and only mine. I could guess why Laurie liked him, and was right…his skin really did taste like licking a battery. I slid my tongue across the tendon in his neck, the glowing vein caught between my lips for a moment before I released it. I could feel the shudder, and I could taste his skin as it moaned and arched beneath my touch.

His hands trailed down my side effortlessly, as if he has felt those curves before…as if he had explored them many times. I shivered into him…his blue skin welcoming, serene, I drank it up, I got lost in its depths, the ocean…my ocean. My head landed next to his heart, and I felt the delicate throbbing there that never quickened nor slowed, the pull of blood through him…if that's what he was made of. It seemed so silly to question it though.

A gasp left my lungs as his mouth slipped easily around my nipple, the cold warmed by his tongue, the shiver caught in his strong caresses. The moan that escaped from me longed so deeply for him it almost scared me…I hadn't the time to feel remorse, but now I hadn't the will.

His tongue coaxed shivers from me, his hands created miracles on my skin, his touch calming in the strangest of ways but also completely exhilarating. Every brush new, every plane of skin unexplored, every breath deeper, every taste longer, every gasp less expected than the last. I felt his fingers dancing up my side, sliding lightly across the skin that paled at his touch, and the cheeks that blushed the lightest of pinks.

My breath stopped when his lips reached mine, the solid crush of electric skin and I was gone, completely caught in his current, completely lost in this pull of agonizing bliss. My heart hammered heavily to make up for the lost breath, and his remained steady, unaffected, nonplused. But his skin…was is breathing heavier? Were its pulses less pronounced?

My gasps sounded silly against his silence, but his eyes were louder than any gasp I'd made so far…the exotic white against his beautiful skin, a dazzling contrast I couldn't look away from.

Waves of guilt kept threatening to wash over me, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't…I had almost stopped him several times, but then his lips would capture mine again and I would be caught again…for awhile…but, I knew I wouldn't make him stop.

That night…I felt whole; complete. The gasps had quickened and turned to moans, and the shivers had intensified, the longing reaching its peak. There was blackness, until it exploded into color and our bodies shook from the pleasure coursing through us, and our lips had always found each other's again, until sleep caught up with me, and I fell, cradled in his arms, the glowing blue of his skin the last thing I saw, his lips the last thing I tasted, his breath the last thing I felt, and serenity, undiluted, uncut, serenity.