A/N: Hey guys I'm back with something different than normal. It's not 18+ per say but…idk, this is a disclaimer I guess. Hope you like it!
Her nails, the color of lust, drag down his chest, the deft fingers stopping by his belt. Breathing is something he long forgot the moment he pulled her fiery lips towards him. And yet, his breath hitches at the contact.
His pants are already straining, much like his composure when she walked in wearing a dress the color of sin.
"You've been testing me all night," he warns lowly, when she plays with the buckle instead of undoing it. "Don't push it."
Of course his words do nothing but add fuel to the fire and those lips, the color of pain, tilt upwards. "And what happens if I do?"
The false innocence that laces her words crumbles immediately as her hand moves down, her long nails pressing against the fabric causing him to hiss at the motion.
"You don't want to find out," he mutters darkly, every part of him fighting to keep control. This woman will be the death of him.
Her darkened eyes lock on his, something swirling in the murky depths as she tilts her head closer. Those tantalizing lips are once again brought right up against his and he can feel her warm breath when she talks.
"I think," she starts slowly, moving her lips down his neck, peppering small kisses the color of rage. "No, I know…" She stops her course to return to his lips.
"That I…" she pauses to pull on his lower lip for a second, before releasing it leaving the color of blood behind. "Very much—" her words are cut off when he loses his control, his lips smashing into hers with a flaming desperation that paints this picture. Needy whines escape her along with the final word of her sentence. "Do."
The color of the last vestiges of his control shattering fills him as he grabs her waist to spin her around, effectively pinning her up against the wall.
His leg pushes between her thighs, and she lets out a delicious moan.
And though he wants nothing more than to hear it again, he stops for a brief second to take it all in. Her panting body, chest heaving, the dress, those nails, her lips, all painted in the color of love.
A/N: I know it's different than what I normally write, on this series or just in general, but I had this concept of describing the color without ever saying it and creating a scene out of it.
I chose red in honor of Red Taylor's Version that just came out!
It was a really fun little exercise and maybe I'll post more of these kinds of experiments. (What do you guys think?)
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And as always, thanks for reading!
See ya! :)