Pink.
The color of Amber's dress. The color of her sparkly lips. The color her cheeks would flush when she got mad or embarrassed. The color of her wet tongue when it would dart out to moisten her lips. The color of her slick, wet folds as Corny's fingers parted them.
Pink.
The color of Corny's tie during one of the Miss Hairspray Pageants, the first one that Amber had won. The color of the ribbon that had fallen out of her hair once, which he had picked it up and secured back into place against her golden curls. The color of her glossy lips as she smiled at him. The color his cheeks turned when he would grab her hips and push into her. The color her skin would turn when he gripped the tender flesh a little too hard.
Pink.
The color of her silk robe, which would brush against him as she sat in his lap. The color of her favorite stuffed animal that she would clutch tightly when she slept. The color of his lips when he had been kissing her too hard and for too long. The color of her nails that she would tap against his vanity. The color of her warm mouth as it would wrap around his hard cock. The color her nipples as he pulled them with his sharp, white teeth.
Pink.
The way she would cry out his name. The way her nails would dig into his shoulders. The way he would suck on her neck. The way her hips would buck. The way he would release into her and the way she would come.
Pink.
It was love. It was passion. It was dirty. It was sexual. It was theirs.