WARNING: Once more, this drabble, while not qualifying for an M rating, is nevertheless not for kids. Please mind the T rating of this story before reading.
Velvet
Her lips are velvet against his; hot, dark, and sensual, and he seizes them, claiming them as his own. Her body presses against his, a hand tangling in his hair, and he pulls her flush against him, panting against her mouth. His eyes are dark desire, and he watches as she tries to catch her breath.
"I still hate you," she pants against his lips. "You're still a manipulative, cruel, hateful person."
"There's a thin line between love and hate," he murmurs. Her eyes flash. She opens her mouth to argue, but he's on her again in an instant, ravaging her mouth as she moans. He flips them, pressing her into the wall, lifting a leg over his hip as he grinds into her and groans.
He wakes up a moment later, sweat slicking his sheets. He pants, aggravated, exasperated in his bed, left only with a vague feeling of velvet on his lips.