A/N: So I wanna take you guys on a new ride... Drabbles! And... Umm... Hehe... :3 Sensuality.
Underneath the Sheets
It's underneath the sheets where she experiences the most loneliness. Crimson red hair, usually so slicked back and radiating the confidence of her soul, now disshevled, lanky and flat, covering her face in strands, spilled onto *his* golden mattress in a mess of a pattern. She bit her bright red lips, a single fang showing out the side of her mouth as her emerald-green eyes clenched shut in agony.
She bore her all for him, well-aged and strong curves peeking out of the robe she wore for him. He wasn't even there for her. A clawed hand gripped her chest as she groaned out in the torture of it all, ignoring the furry onlookers she knew were enjoying her pain. She paused from her pain to smile ironically. Of course they'd enjoy it. She was the one that directed their master's attention away from them.
Sparing an almost malicious grin for the large cats, she tossed all of her hair to her other shoulder, the long, caramel curve of her neck proudly displaying *his* teeth-marks and *his* lovebites. A sadistic smile appeared on those lips as she heard a collective growl resonate through the room. They deserved their contempt. She would always be in *his* favor, the queen of his bed and the mistress of his nighttime conquests. She was the one that brought out the best and the worst of his sensuality and for that, she was proud. Without the original power of her own, this seduction was something she prided herself in. Laughing, she ran a hand down from her bruised and plump lips to her neck, down the curve of her breast, along the curvature of her waist and stopping at her core. He needed to hurry, she groaned, body filling with mind-numbing need. The loneliness was crushing and she was sick of her audience, only desiring the company of one.
The scent of blood filled her nostrils and a smile spread. Hearing the clinks of armor falling and the running of warm water, hope filled her. Satisfaction prevailed as she felt the bed shift with new-found weight, heart pounding in anticipation.
"I hope you did not miss me," the gruff words smiled past her ears. Milky-white arms snaked around her caramel waist, strong, steady, ancient, and dangerous, pulling her into his naked chest. She leaned into him and felt his warmth, a hazy smirk and half-lidded eyes meeting his own lust drunk stare. She curled into him, his arms feeling almost like... Home. Between sheets are where she is the most lonely, but with him, it is also where she feels the most alive.
Finally. She responds.
"You know I never do."