Fireworks. That's all you can think of when you see/hear/think/FEELher.
That hair, like red sparklers, insane and untamed, well it crackles and burns something beautiful. Her eyes, crystal clear blue orbs that twinkle and shine whenever you're together. Her teeth, bright white against those red, red lips, and mmm irresistibly kissable red lips that they are.
You burn at her every touch, every look sets you on fire. When she's holding you close and your hands are around her slim little waist - Merlin- she's on fire. She burns so brightly with you, you wonder if one day you'll both spontaneously combust, explode and shrivel up and die. Her energy and laugh and love - it's just so infectious. But don't kid yourself. This is one disease you want.
When she's proving herself to the world, she's a spitfire. And when she leaves you, you're living in hellfire.
But this ain't hell, Scorp. Far from it. It might just be heaven on earth when you're in her arms.