((sorry I've been offline, still kinda babying my wrist but I wanted to do something. I'm glad everyone liked the last one, I'll try to do them more, this one is a little different so please let me know what you think of it..))
R is for Red
Red was her color, he was fetching in it. She looked absolutely lovely in it. Radiant even. Beautiful.
That is why he went to such lengths to see her turn bright red. It was such a great color for her. When her alabaster skin turned scarlet he burned for her. Red is the color of love, the color of passion and the color of blood. The color of desire, and he burned red hot with desire for her.
Red was he color that his mind brought up whenever he thought of her. She was so alive, like the color red. She was so many wonderful things when she was red. She was shy, or angry, passionate or excited. His favorite was breathless.
He loved to see her cheeks dusted in red as she laid back, catching her breath from the love they just made. Her lips kiss swollen and red as well from his lips against them. The curtain of her red hair spread across his pillows, the red tip of his ear from where she'd playfully nipped it.
As Ayako smiled and drifted off to sleep in his arms he nuzzled the back of her neck. His room glowed red from the setting sun. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. She had the most wonderful personal fragrance. She smelled of life, and love, red roses and the love they'd just made. It was a scent becoming ingrained in his own skin.
As Hoshou Takigawa pulled her closer to his chest and closed his eyes and well his final thought was of the red ruby on her finger, his ring and how blue used to be his favorite color-before his red priestess.