A/N: I came up with another drabble for this rather underground pairing, and figured it's kind of pointless to make a whole 'nother story, so this will now be a collection of AllenxRhode drabbles. Perhaps if I have any others, I'll put them here as well. Thank you for reading.

Sunkiss

Dark hands glide over pale, sallow skin, embroidering designs with fingertips and sensations. There is something impeccable in this. It is something like stomping your boot-encased feet in virgin snow, caught up in a childish fit of destroying that which is pure. Nerve endings sizzle and hairs raise; the tracery is starting to get far more detailed.

"You should get out in the sun more, Allen." A nail pinches a sensitive inch of skin, the victim hisses out of pain or pleasure. "But I suppose it's not really your fault."

When had it gotten to be like this? Covert meetings and veiled looks on both parties' sides seemed, for all appearances, to be easy enough to conceal. There certainly didn't seem to be a weakening sense of purpose. So when did this thing begin? There wasn't necessarily a time (minutes and days run together like watercolors, bleeding out of the lines of everyday life in dripping hues of black and white), so the seduction was that of unbridled indulgence in the forbidden, the prohibited, the taboo. It was that of unbridled indulgence in betrayal. The action of it left a taste in their mouths incomparable to that of lollipops or heaps of food.

"It must be this London weather," She drags one nail down his chest and he shudders, but at the same time her toes are writhing with anticipation. She is the only one of the two with balls enough to create taunting half-conversation.

He tugs at her striped stockings with one hand in reply, using the other to heft himself up and latch his mouth on her shoulder. Blood pounding in his ears blocks out an approving noise, but he can feel its vibrations on his face. There was something about that flavor, wasn't there? A bell rings in his head, and he places his finger on the word.

Ambrosial. Betrayal tasted ambrosial.