Disclaimer: I do not own Skinwalkers nor its characters. They belong to LGF, After Dark, and whoever else screwed the movie up.
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Title: Apples
Rating: T/PG-13
Words: 130
Note/Warning: Loosely ties to all canons. Pre.
Teaser: Or perhaps it's just symbolism.
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Apples
It was a peculiar thing. She tasted of apples.
Not green; there was nothing sour or tart in the taste of her lips, the flavor of her tongue.
Not red; she was forceful and yet somehow she didn't come on strong, there was no overwhelming tang.
Nor golden; she was far too wicked to be sweet, the sugar in her kiss was something he could not describe as saccharin.
Neither could her mouth be described as forbidden, though she still tasted forbidden to him. But nothing was forbidden to him anymore. He had tasted the most forbidden sweetness long before he had found her. Somehow her taste was far more sinful.
Freedom. That was her taste. She was exactly what he wanted. And he'd always had a fondness for apples.