Filthy and Beautiful
"Why do we keep doing this?" She asked, trembling slightly as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"I don't know..." He answered truthfully, leaning in to meet her lips in a kiss.
It wasn't as if she loved him. She didn't. She wasn't even sure if she particularly liked him.
They were attracted to each other because it was forbidden.
No one knew about them.
Snaking her arms around his neck she curled her fingers into his silky locks, passion surging through both teenagers at alarming rates.
His lips moved away from hers and onto her neck. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his teeth sank into her sensitive flesh. Pulling away to see where he had marked her he cooled her heated skin with his cool breath.
"I didn't know something so filthy could taste so good," he whispered, trailing kisses along her jaw line.
"Shut up," she growled, capturing him in another kiss.
Their tongues battled for dominance, both parties keen on being in the lead.
His smooth fingers traced patterns across the small of her back as unknown emotions coursed through her veins in waves.
Pulling away, he looked into his secret lovers eyes. He took in her every detail swollen and bruised lips and eyes filled with lust. She was beautiful.
Filthy, but beautiful.
A/N: Hey! I got the idea for this tiny one-shot reading a magazine article on Christina Aguilera. (The million-dollar question: Is she dirty or beautiful?) Proof that inspiration strikes anywhere. Oh, I realize I didn't tell you who he and she were. But you know already, right?
"Why do we keep doing this?" She asked, trembling slightly as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"I don't know..." He answered truthfully, leaning in to meet her lips in a kiss.
It wasn't as if she loved him. She didn't. She wasn't even sure if she particularly liked him.
They were attracted to each other because it was forbidden.
No one knew about them.
Snaking her arms around his neck she curled her fingers into his silky locks, passion surging through both teenagers at alarming rates.
His lips moved away from hers and onto her neck. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his teeth sank into her sensitive flesh. Pulling away to see where he had marked her he cooled her heated skin with his cool breath.
"I didn't know something so filthy could taste so good," he whispered, trailing kisses along her jaw line.
"Shut up," she growled, capturing him in another kiss.
Their tongues battled for dominance, both parties keen on being in the lead.
His smooth fingers traced patterns across the small of her back as unknown emotions coursed through her veins in waves.
Pulling away, he looked into his secret lovers eyes. He took in her every detail swollen and bruised lips and eyes filled with lust. She was beautiful.
Filthy, but beautiful.
A/N: Hey! I got the idea for this tiny one-shot reading a magazine article on Christina Aguilera. (The million-dollar question: Is she dirty or beautiful?) Proof that inspiration strikes anywhere. Oh, I realize I didn't tell you who he and she were. But you know already, right?