The smell of your breath. You really are intoxicating, my dear. I press my face into your stomach, inhaling all I can of you. You laugh and knot your hands into my flaming red hair. Your own wispy blonde falls around my shoulders in all its length. I kiss that spot on your neck, and you sigh.

I hold you closer, if that were possible. Your hair smells like you; your hair smells like home. Your breath is scented of mints and candy canes. I kiss you there, on your mouth, taking all of you into me. Your skin is cool as always, heated more because of me. I make you sweat.

And I like it.

The smell protruding from your body is just as poisonous as everything else. I can't think straight, even as I kiss you. But that didn't quite help the situation either. You push me back and grab my wrist. You close your eyes and breathe in deeply. I see you smile, even though you don't think I do. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat, just like yours. You press your face into my hair, and I wrap my arms around you. Your skin is much too inviting, and I kiss you there.

I see you smile again.

I need you now, so I wrap you up again and press my lips gently into your hair. Your hands keep moving, running along my shoulders, over my back and down my arms. My hot hands heat places on your skin as I keep them there. I lay you down on our bed, climbing on top of you.

You link your legs around my waist, and hold your arms in a small grip. Excitement is clear in your eyes, but you smile at me tenderly and touch my cheek. I can smell your hand so clearly. I kiss your palm and plunge into you, feeling you hot and wet and tight around me.

Your head falls back and your eyes roll into the back of your head. I almost think that they may never come back out. I give you my whole, filling you up as you totally complete me. Your breathing is rough, your chest rising and falling unevenly. I can't smell your breath over the smell of your arousal, but I know it is there. A moan escapes your lips; a grin of pleasure that forms after it is out. I fight for control, but you touch my pulse point on my neck, and that is the end.

You are my undoing.

I try not to collapse on top of you, but I want to be as close to you as I can. You know I cannot hurt you, so you let me lay on you, supporting myself with my arms. You smile at me, a tired look in your eyes. I kiss you, and your lips are so soft I want to make sure they are not silk.

You still have enough in you to sift your fingers through my hair. I throw more of the covers over you, burying my face into the crook of your neck. You whisper in my ear, your breath warm and inviting. I smile against your skin, and I know you feel me do so.

The smell of your breath, Luna. It smells like mint and candy canes. Your hair falls around my shoulders in a veil, and it smells like home. Your eyes shine at me in their old, tired way. Your lips stretch into a faint smile, the one that I have grown to love. You touch that pulse point on my neck and close your eyes.

I smile back at you, though you can't see me. I press my face into your stomach once more before you fall to sleep.