He looked like he wanted to say something. I was certain that I didn't want to hear it. He was hovering over me, in just a beige sweater and those damn Calvin Kleins that looked better on him than on Marky Mark, and I was naked as the day I was born.
"Emma…" he began. I pretended not to hear him and reached for the hem of his shirt, which I pulled over his head without protest. What sort of argument could he give? I was a God damn werewolf, he couldn't hurt me now if he tried. I almost asked him to throw me into a redwood for good measure.
Kiss me, I thought to him. He obliged without hesitating. It was quite possibly the greatest kiss in all of history, including when Noah told Allie it still wasn't over and kissed her in the rain on the dock.
He held nothing back. It felt to me like all this time when we'd been screwing around I'd never really been kissed like I deserved to be, like he was capable of. It was a very humbling experience. He pushed my hair away from my face and held his hand in it for control of my head as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. His other hand was at my shoulder, holding me to the ground while his entire body was laid on top of me in a way it had never been before, the full weight of him pressing into me. I felt his cock lengthening against my stomach and I moaned from the sensation. I wanted it bad.
I reached with my free hand for the waistband of his boxer briefs and tried to slide them over his beautiful butt, but he stopped me. This was what I had been waiting for. I couldn't wait to hear his reasoning now. What half assed excuse would he come up with not to fuck me this time since the ole standby "no no, you're human and I'll kill you by accident" was shot to shit. I began putting together a list of rebuttals in my head, which he must have heard.
"For once in your life, Emma, be quiet," he said with a smile. He took both my wrists in his right hand which he used as a manacle, and held them up over my head so I couldn't touch him, but still felt the delicious pressure of his lower body flush against mine in all the right places.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. How often I've thought of what I would do to you if I could," he whispered as he pressed his lips to the side of my throat. "I've got it all planned out in my head. And it goes slowly. I'm driving, Emma, so you can keep your mouth shut unless you want to say something dirty. I might like it if you say something dirty."
Something dirty? I could barely remember how to breathe, let alone speak. I mentally filed that away in case I ever regained the gift of words. Edward wants to talk dirty. Does he know what he's asking for? I can barely control the shit I say when I try, and he wants me to vocalize my filthy thoughts to him? He might regret this later.
His golden eyes burned on me thoughtfully. Burned with over a hundred years' sexual repression. With his left hand, he palmed my breast and roughly pinched the tip. I gasped and writhed beneath him. Oh THIS was the kind of Edward I could get down with. I decided that being a wolf is the best thing that ever happened to me. I fucking love my ancestry. I stayed quiet, anxious to see what was next.
"Can I trust you not to move your hands if I let go?" I nodded once. I might have been lying, I hadn't decided yet, but I was gonna go with it for the time being. He slid his hand down my arm lightly, stopping to trace my collarbone with his index finger before he drew it down between my breasts. "You're perfect, you know," he sighed.
It was then that I had an odd realization. He wasn't cold. Or at least, he didn't feel cold to me. I thought back to what my dad had told me yesterday in my crash course on Wolfology 101, that my body temperature ran at a toasty 108 degrees at all times. I guess that sort of neutralized the formerly frigid feel of Edward's form. Now it just felt… incredible. We were like fire and ice coexisting, and his cold hands stoked my flames at every touch.
He splayed his hands flat against my ribcage and brought his mouth to the spot behind my ear with some unreasonable tongue play that he then worked down my neck.
"I love you, Wolfgang," he said, smiling against my neck.
"Samesies, Nosferatu," I whispered back.
He tilted my head back, nudging my jaw with his nose, and kissed the underside of my chin softly, drawing a slow wet path with his mouth down the center of my body until he paused on my sternum. I didn't move, I didn't look at him.
Your mouth, please.
I was still letting him run the show. I agreed not to talk to him, right? Besides that was borderline dirty talk anyway, though it barely even scratched the surface of the other filthy things I was considering. Listen, months of celibacy and a detachable shower head gets a girl to thinking. Edward wasn't the only one who'd given some consideration to how this might go down. I had to bite my tongue to not shout pornographic commands at him. I might have been progressive enough for that sort of thing but Edward was still, well, old-fashioned to say the least. He might need the PG-13 version of what I fantasized.
But the boy took direction like a champion. He dragged his tongue up the hill of my right breast and flicked it out at the nipple, tracing slow circles around the circumference before he pulled it roughly into his mouth and sucked. I dug my fingers into the dirt to prevent them from betraying the truce, but good God did I want to bury them in that magnificent mane and steer him. Edward is driving, I reminded myself.
It was then that I heard something vibrating in the pocket of his ruined pants. My head snapped forward and I raised an eyebrow at him. There is no way I'm this lucky.
"No… Phone," he mumbled, laughing around the tightened tip of my breast.
I lowered my head back to the ground, dejected, as the call made its way to voicemail.
A millisecond later, it started up again. We both lay still, listening to it vibrate through seven rings before it fell silent again.
Once more, the phone began to shake nearly as soon as it had stopped. He groaned, released my nipple from his mouth and sat up on his knees, butt pressing into his heels, between my thighs…. With a stupendous boner tenting out the Calvins in front of him. It would have been comical if it wasn't painfully sexy. He mumbled something that I didn't quite catch but that sounded vaguely like "life ruiner" as he reached across me to dig the phone out of his abandoned jeans pocket.
"The only person more irritating than you," Edward said, glancing at the caller ID.
Alice, of course. I was so glad my new ears allowed me to eavesdrop so easily, even in human form. Gosh, being supernatural was handy.
"This had better be good," he growled into the receiver.
I can't see you! Alice shrieked.
"I should hope not," he said, casting a look down at his woody and walking his fingers lightly up and down the tops of my thighs. I giggled.
Are you with Emma?
"What's it to you?"
Alice was silent momentarily, looking for the future was my guess.
I can't see Emma either! she shouted, hysterical.
"Again, I count my blessings," he reached down and pinched my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and pulling gently. I gasped and let out a little sigh of appreciation.
Are you… oh, EWW, Edward, you answered the phone?! What's wrong with you?!
"I thought there was an emergency, the way you kept calling. Now that I see there isn't, I have business to attend to." He moved to close the phone.
WAIT, Alice screeched, this is an emergency! Are you guys ok? Did something happen? I've never been… blind like this before, I can't take it! Edward, come home, I'm worried.
"Goodbye, Alice," he sang into the phone, snapping it shut. "Now," he said, crawling back down to my body, "I believe this," he pulled the peak of my breast between his lips, "is where we left off?" He sucked on it, hard, rolling the other in his fingers once more and tugging.
He looked up at me then, because I was obviously watching him intently. It was like every awesome movie that ever existed was happening on my hooters, and I was captivated. Those ochre eyes smoldered at me and he winked; I bit down on my soft lower lip so hard that it drew blood. Literally, he was that sexy that I chewed a hole into my fucking lip. I froze in an attempt to ward off the panic and subsequent renunciation that this would undoubtedly cause.
He chuckled and shook his head, still attached to my nipple, which was really hot to watch.
Sorry, I thought to him. I didn't realize I was so… enthralled. I licked the blood away and locked my tongue into my mouth.
He was at my face in an instant, where he laid a gentle kiss on my mouth. I stayed frozen, because I wasn't really sure what his angle was and I was pretty sure I didn't want him to drink my blood. Also because last time I bled on him he hammer-threw me into Esme's favorite ficus.
"It's ok, Emma," he said, kissing me lightly again. "I can handle it."
Can you? I thought skeptically, playing the busted-up-hymen scenario back to him from my perspective. Shattered lamp, violated house plant, ass vis-à-vis hardwood floor.
"I thought you were durable now."
I thought you were a party-pooper.
"I guess we both have a lot to learn."
No time like the present. I lifted my chin so he'd kiss me again.
"I'm in control. And I'm not particularly fond of wolf, anyway."
I'm only a wolf sometimes. And I'm a carnivore! I teased.
"You don't smell like dinner." He tucked his nose into a hollow at my clavicle. "You smell like sex."
You don't know what sex smells like.
"I'm about to find out."
I stopped thinking at him. Actually I stopped thinking at all, because he pulled his tongue down the very center of my body, stopping only once to circle it around my bellybutton and lowered his face to the juncture between my thighs.
If I thought Edward on my jumblies looked good, Edward face to face with my hoohah was extraordinary. I had to use almost all my self control to keep my hands up above my head where he put them. I wanted to touch him like nobody's business, which is really fucked up because this was totally my business. I was wringing my fingers because I needed to have my hands on something, and he was just… there. His infinitely beautiful face with its Botticelli cherubic features hovered mere inches from my twat as he crouched down in the triangle of space between my legs.
I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation. The delicious delay was killing me. Edward looked pensive, like he was trying to decide the best move in a very difficult chess game and I couldn't help but smile at him.
He offered a crooked smile back. He might has well have bent me over and fucked me in that second, that smile was efficacious. I dropped my legs to ground, let the tension out of my hands and eyed him fixedly. I also held my breath.
Nothing touched me but the tip of his tongue. He ran it once along my slick folds, and then stopped. I had to start breathing again, and it came out haggard and rough. I watched him again, achingly attentive to every move he made. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked at me again.
That's not nice. Don't tease.
He dipped his tongue into me again, lashing several strokes from the bottom to the top of the cleft and I tangled my fingers into my hair and pulled because I needed to be doing something.
"Who's teasing?" Had he spoken? I couldn't be sure. I was lost somewhere between what my head was saying and what my vag was begging for. I thrust my hips up towards his face in a futile effort to gain more contact with his mouth.
"I'm driving, Emma, remember?"
Then put it into fifth gear, Edward, I'm dying, I pleaded.
He slid his hands up the tops of my thighs and hooked them right beneath my jutting hipbones, gripping tightly, and he roughly slammed my lower body down and held it, effectively pinning me to the forest floor. I tried to writhe sexily at him, but I couldn't move half of my body.
I whimpered a small protest but quickly wished I could recant it when he lowered his mouth back down to my V, flicking his tongue in quick succession over my clit.
Edward… you have no idea… oh sweet Jesus, that's good.
He said nothing. Good. Concentrate on cunt, Edward, this is clearly what you were born to do.
He breathed a laugh into me. Had he heard that? Oops. I was having a tough time controlling my brain function at all when he caressing my babymaker like that, I got the feeling a whole bunch was going to slip through the cracks. I was kind of glad he heard it anyway, you know what they say about giving the devil (I know, vampire, tomato, to-mah-toe) his due.
Edward seemed to be pretty well focused on the goings-on between my knees so I used the opportunity to break the rules while he lavished his A-game on my new favorite body part.
Slowly, erotically (I hope it was erotic, but what the fuck do I know), I moved my left hand from my hair. Down the smooth column of my neck. Scratched my nails across my collarbone and across the top of my breast, where I stopped and waited to get yelled at.
He continued the lingual assault on my clitoris and I forgot my name for a second.
Good thing I remembered his.
"Edward," I moaned. He stopped moving but I didn't. I still had a hand in my hair and another taunting my nipple and I thrashed against my own touch.
"Say my name again," he growled. "And keep doing that," he jerked his chin towards my torso.
Well well. Edward likes to watch. I was willing to oblige a show. "Oh God, Edward," I purred, biting down on my lip which wasn't even a little tender. It had seemed all my nerve ending had relocated south. I took my right hand down from my mane and brushed the knuckles across my parted lips before pushing my index finger between them and closing my mouth around it, biting and sucking.
He reached up and pulled my finger away, replacing it with his own. I did the bite and suck number on his hand and he watched, enraptured. His breathing started to get shallow and he was neglecting my pussy. Something had to be done.
"Edward," I whispered around his finger, "go down on me again."
He automatically lowered his mouth back where it belonged. And I'm supposed to be the dog?
A sharp look from the peanut gallery. Oops again. Thoughts danced right out of my head and into his when my attention was otherwise occupied. But he didn't stop, for which I was beyond grateful. I held his hand to my mouth with his forearm pressed between my breasts and I continued to push my tongue up and down the length of his finger, dragging my teeth lightly along and swirling in unpredictable patterns around the digit.
He unlocked his other hand from my hip and moved it towards the promised land. I got the feeling that this was about to get really good. Sliding a long finger into me, he started slow and worked into a deep thrust as he continued to manipulate my clit with his tongue and I thought I would die. Actually I thought I was already dead. But that couldn't have been the case because I could hear my hard, unladylike panting in time with the rhythm of his magically adept hand and my racing heart.
"Edward," I mewled at him, on the very edge of my control. "More, Edward, please." He growled from his chest and continued to ravish me. Edward, I don't… I think I'm… Oh God Edward I can't… Oh God you're so good. Edward! I couldn't find the words to put my thoughts to. Fuck, I couldn't even find the thoughts to put my thoughts to.
I felt like I was teetering on the precipice of something huge and a nudge in either direction would send my spiraling towards something incredible. I couldn't express what it felt like to have Edward on me, in me, like that, I was like nothing I'd ever known in my life and it was elysian, unadulterated bliss but I sensed there was, I don't know, more.
Edward pulled my clit between his lips, sucking gently, and hummed.
There it was.
"Edward, I'm coming!" I moaned loudly. OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod, I'm coming, that's unbelievable, I can't… Oh GOD Edward I love you, don't stop please… I blinked away black spots in front of my eyes and bit down hard on his finger, holding his arm tightly to my body, it was like I couldn't get close enough to him. This burning feeling from low in my belly exploded out to my fingertips and toes, I could feel it thrumming through my soul, pleasure alive in me that vibrated from the inside out.
I gyrated under his touch for another six or seven hours as I continued to come apart. When I regained most of my mental faculties, I shot him a powerful thought.
Edward Showerhead.
He gave a triumphant smile.
***
"You look very beautiful when you do that," Edward mused, withdrawing his finger from me and running it along my belly.
When I do what? Haha, this Quaker would never say it. I waited for him to squirm.
"When you come," he said smugly. "You look wild and primal and sexy."
Color me shocked. I fell a little bit more in love with him and made it a personal goal to get him to say some more filthy shit to me in the future.
I gave an involuntary shudder thinking about it. "Aftershock," I offered as explanation.
He grinned and stretched out beside me.
I was still breathing hot and hard from the perfect storm of orgasms when I felt his perfect vampire boner on my thigh.
Typical Edward, a martyr to the very core, makes sure I get my rocks off without a thought for himself. No more, friend. Today was Edward's lucky day.
He was going to have his cake and eat me too.
I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the length of him, and he sucked in a hard gasp.
What's the problem, tough guy? Scared of a little interspecies erotica?
"I wasn't… expecting that. And I ain't afraid of no ghost," he smirked, laying a kiss on my shoulder.
I hate to break it to you Akroyd, but you're out of a job. There's no such thing.
"Says the werewolf."
I laughed and tickled my nails down his shaft, amazed at the feel of it… the smooth skin sliding over the rigid core, it was fascinating to me. He let out a soft sigh of contentment, of which I was incredulous. I would not be content if I was Edward. I'd be humping anything that sat still long enough.
We laid there, naked, face to face on the forest floor while I manipulated the goods with my little hands. He must love this, I thought errantly, watching the contact between us fixedly, my hands make his junk look huge.
He laughed loudly. "Emma, you're ridiculous."
I jerked my head up to him. You heard that?
"Did you not intend me to?"
Not really. I'm not sorry, but I wasn't expecting it. That wasn't really directed at you.
"Looks like everybody's dropping their guard now," he mused. "I'll let you in on a little secret though. It's not your hands. My 'junk' as you so eloquently put it, is huge." A cocky smile from the COCK-y vampire.
I tightened my grip on him. You know what they say, Lestat… use it or lose it.
I guess I hadn't realized how late it had gotten, it was nearly morning. In that moment, dawn set in and the sun broke through the cloud bank, tossing ethereal rays through the trees and down to earth. I turned to face the sky and closed my eyes against it, delighting in the way it warmed my skin.
Edward groaned, and not in a sexy-time way. "What is it, dear?" I asked, as I lazily continued stroking his hardened dick.
I heard him pick his head up and then drop it back down to the ground heavily. "I'm… sparkly."
I cracked an eyelid.
Well I'll be God damned.
The boy sparkled.
I didn't know what to do, how to react, but when I looked down at that beautiful, glittering boner in my hands, there was only one knee-jerk response.
I tipped my head back and howled in laughter. Huge fits of belly laughs that shook my frame and left me gasping for air.
"Are you through?" he asked, annoyed.
Not just yet, Tinkerbell. I continued my heinous guffawing for several more minutes while he watched me stoically. Throughout the ordeal, I never once let his penis out of my grasp.
When I managed to regain my composure, Edward scowled at me. "I don't see why that's funny."
"You don't?!" I barked at him, speaking before I could think, "You look like a transvestite Vegas showgirl!"
"Some people might say it's beautiful," he shot back, indignant, "like thousands of tiny diamonds embedded in my skin!"
I laughed even harder. "Some people… are simpering assholes."
Something about that lifted the corner of his mouth into a smile. "I guess it is a little… Liberace." He rolled his eyes. "Emma, I've spent a million years on this planet and I can honestly say, you're like no one in the whole world. And you're kind of an asshole." His eyes widened a little after he said it, like he was worried about my response. Bitch, please. I told him I was an asshole the first day we met, it was about time he called me out.
I'll take that as a compliment, thank you. I tucked my face into the crook of his neck and bit him playfully. "I think I love you anyway, Edward Anthony," I whispered, pulling his earlobe between my teeth.
He moaned lustily. "Even though I look like a kindergarten craft project?"
So we honeymoon indoors. Unless you get me a big fucking diamond. When the rock on my hand sparkles more than my husband, I won't give a shit what you look like in the sunlight.
"Dually noted." He brought his lips down on mine, hard.
I sort of forgot that I was holding his meat until then, and I wanted to make a terrible joke somewhere along the lines of "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush" but I refrained, even though I thought it was hilarious, for which I was very proud.
With his eyes closed tight, he thrust gently into my grip.
"Edward," I whispered hesitantly. It would be so much easier to just think it, but I felt like that was pussying out. "I want to make you come."
He moaned loudly, fisted a hand into my hair and pushed his tongue into my mouth, fast and needy. I tightened my grasp around him. He gently rolled over so he was poised on top of me, laying that epic erection atop my pelvis, mere inches from where I needed it to be.
I tipped my head to the side, exposing my throat to him, and he sucked hard on the delicate skin. When he pulled his head away, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Mine," he grinned, looking down proudly at the way he'd marked me.
A hickey? Really? I mean ok, we're high schoolers and all but come ON we're like the Super Friends of high school, it just seemed a little below us. And since when was he so possesive?
"Are you gonna pee on me next?" I asked
"No. But only because I can't pee."
"Well I can. And you don't get bruises so think about the unsexy ways I have to mark my territory," I warned.
"Bad dog," he chastised.
"Urine luck, cause I don't have to go right now."
"I hate you."
"I hate you, first," I countered.
He kissed my mouth, presumably to make me shut up.
Doesn't work like that.
He looked at me the way he does right before he pinches the bridge of his nose, but I guess he felt that it was in his best interest to keep his hands on my naked flesh.
Good choice.
"Who's the mind reader now?"
You're predictable.
"And you are…" he snaked his hand around the curve of my breast, "ambrosial," down my waist, "captivating" and across my hips before gliding a finger into me, "and dripping wet."
I bucked into his touch but I was desperate for more. I couldn't think of anything but the feeling of stretching to accommodate him, the way he filled me and completed me.
With both hands, I reached out and grabbed his cock. I ran the head up and down my slit slowly, spreading the slick moisture over the tip of him and then held him still, right at the gates of heaven.
"I want you," I whispered. I didn't think it was possible to be this worked up after the epic orgasm that I had just had, but I was throbbing for him, aching to have him inside me.
He hesitated still.
Stop thinking about it and just do it, Edward. Now, it's just biology. We already have chemistry.
He rolled his eyes at the pun and smiled, ducking down once more to kiss me.
"Please," I said into mouth, pushing my breasts up into his chest and digging my fingers into the sculpted muscles of his back. "I want you to fuck me, Edward."
Ask, and you shall receive.
Edward pushed into me slowly and looked at me with panic in his eyes. But it wasn't like the first time. It was… blissful. He withdrew a bit and tentatively thrust back in, gauging my face the whole time.
It's ok, that feels good, he looked suspicious. "More," I breathed, raking my fingernails down his chest.
He worked into a slow, steady rhythm that I received with a series of gasps and moans. It was more than good. Being so connected to him was paramount, but I could tell by his furrowed brow that he was holding out on me. What a pansy. Didn't I say I was indestructible?
"Harder, Edward," I goaded, "Mmm yes, like that, more." He increased his pace and his pressure and wound his hand back up into the tangles of my dark hair.
Pull it. He yanked lightly from the roots like he was just waiting for me to ask. "Ooh, again." My head jerked back and he laved the length of my neck with his tongue. With my eyes to the sky, I noticed that the errant sunshine had departed and was replaced by the Olympic Peninsula's standby menacing gray clouds. A clap of thunder rolled through the forest and it began to rain.
I almost imploded from the sensation of it. It was like a thousand tiny fingertips tickling across every surface of my skin. I could almost hear it sizzling as each drop connected with my hot flesh. The cool water tightened my nipples and made me thrash beneath him. Rain was collecting in Edward's perfect hair, and a bead of it rolled down his forehead and off the tip of his nose. I caught it on my tongue.
I grabbed low on his hips, wrapping my fingers into the V that was like a glowing neon arrow directing me to where the party was at, and I rolled over on top of him, never breaking the connection between us. I sat up and eased him even deeper into me.
His eyes rolled back in his head a little.
"I think you're drooling," I joked.
"I think you're a dirty girl."
I looked down at my body, covered in mud.
"I think you like it." I rocked my hips over his and he moaned.
"You look good on my dick," he said with a smile.
"I look good doing everything," I threw back, pulling him out almost entirely before slamming myself back down on to him.
"You have no idea how that feels," he said, hooking a hand behind each knee and pacing me, "so wet-"
"It's raining," I interjected
"So hot," he ignored me.
I ran my hands through my soaked hair and over my breasts, pulling on each nipple with a whimper before drifting a hand to my clit and stroking softly. Edward's eyes glazed over and he licked the pad of his thumb and replaced my hand with his. I looked down, watching him slide in and out of me, and it was mind blowing. Everything was so intense, like my senses were on fire. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him harder, faster. The burning it my belly was back and it was a delicious torture once I knew what was on the other side.
"Edward, please. I'm close."
With his hands on my ribcage, we switched positions once more, rolling over a maple sapling that splintered in half and disintegrated in places. Hovering over me, he pressed his forehead to mine breathing heavily as he thrust into me.
"Tell me what you need," I whispered throatily to him, "I want to make you come."
"Emma, you're… I…"
"I love how you fuck me. I'm gonna come again soon, Edward. Let me make you feel good. Please." I was struggling to see through the haze in front of me. Every time he pumped into me I got a little closer to Jesus and I was doing everything I could to push him over the edge before I parachuted over myself with very little coaxing.
"Bite me," he growled. Bite him? God damn, vampires are fucking weird. It must be all that pain and angsty bloodlust, that's gotta be a mindfuck. But to each his own.
I reached up and sunk my teeth into his bicep as hard as I could.
He let out something between a snarl and a moan. "Emma, I'm… I'm going to…" he looked at me, lust and pain clouding his eyes.
A streak of lightening brightened the sky and the rain came down harder on us. "Come in me, Edward," I purred. Ok so in retrospect, that probably wasn't the best idea. It's pretty much the biggest no-no of unprotected sex, especially since who knows what sort of demon spawn or freaky deaky cross-cultural diseases we were giving each other. But it really seemed like the right thing to say at the time. Edward must have thought so too because I only had to ask once.
I toppled over the threshold and felt my cunt squeezing him like a fist and he continued to hump, fast and hard, spilling himself into me. Well there you have it, people. Successful were/vamp sex. I popped an internal bottle of Cristal at the knowledge that it could be done, and done well. He collapsed on top of me and laid there for some time before withdrawing and casting a glance at our bodies. I looked too. We were caked in mud from head to toe.
"I think I like dirty sex," Edward mused, licking each thumb and doing little windshield wipers across my nipples.
I laughed and pushed him down into the soft earth. "I love you," I said on a yawn, twining my legs in with his and curling into his big spoon.
"I love you, first, you know. You're extraordinary, Emma. I can't believe I made it 130 years without you when leaving you for 30 seconds is unfathomable. Nobody else will ever exist for me." He ran a hand down the length of my body and cupped it around my ass, then pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades.
"Well I'm not surprised. You know what they say," I led.
He squeezed a cheek and waited for me to continue.
"Once you go Black… you never go back."
