Colors

Stayne stares at his gloves, slowly running his fingers across the smooth material. They're black, but if one looks closely they might be able to see the faded red stripes woven throughout. He flips his right hand over, clenching it into a fist, and the red shows through more clearly. He sighs, peeling off his glove to reveal a pale white hand, the pale skin in startling contrast to his raven black hair. He smiles, and then turns to gaze at the beauty lying next to him. She's sleeping; her golden body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. He gently strokes her bare arm, marveling as he always does at the startling contrast between them. His pale, ivory skin in contrast with her golden beauty is enough to make him gasp in wonder. But, he thinks quietly, gold isn't the only color she possesses. There's the startling green of her eyes, a green so deep that he still cannot fathom its depths. There's also the fiery red of her rage and her lust-and when he thinks of that color, a harsh gasp of desire escapes him. It's loud in the dark room, and his golden beauty stirs, turning on her side and gazing at him with sleep filled eyes. She asks him what he is thinking about, and he smiles, kissing her gently.

"Colors", he answers, and she smiles in understanding.