KISSING PINK

A/N: I've obviously got a thing for weird one-shots. I'd say this is mature stuff. Don't know what it is, but feel free to draw your conclusions. Oh, and IWBH is coming soon!

She licked her lips.

"It's happening again," she whispered.

His eyes perked at the sound of her voice. In his haze he'd almost forgotten it; how the light, feminine notes pronounced each syllable so delicately. Like bells. His favourite sound.

Could listen to it forever.

His hand lazily stroked her hair as she rested upon his chest.

"Just… let it in. Let it wash over you. Don't…" His hand travelled down her side, groping her rear. "Reject it." He squeezed her flesh.

A hiss escaped her lips. Heat unfurled in her chest, spreading to her belly, warming her insides. Slowly her eyes closed as she savoured the moment and the rush. "Aah…"

His eyes watched her every movement.

He turned, laying her down on her back and crawling on top of her. Her eyes remained closed as a peaceful expression took permanent residence on her face.

She's all that I want…

"You feel it?"

"Mmh…"

Dilated pupils met his as she opened her eyes. A lazy smile curled around her mouth as she looked at him.

A wicked grin spread upon his lips. Stroking her chin, he regarded her dreamy expression, the flush in her cheeks and the softness of her skin. "Let me feel you."

She nodded in response. "Come with me."

His eyes never left hers as he began unbuttoning her shirt, his grin in place as he eagerly anticipated what was to come. She had no trouble with exposing her skin to him and letting him see her. There existed no boundaries when she was like this.

His lips found his favourite spot. She moaned in pleasure at the intrusion.

He savoured the taste on his tongue, his parched throat gulping down the ecstasy of her veins. A moan escaped his lips without hesitation or inhibition; he was letting himself go and she was welcoming him into her arms. He licked his lips, feeling the warmth in his throat travel down to his chest and spreading like wildfire through his body. He closed his eyes as he rested his forehead upon hers, their noses touching. Her hands held onto the sides of his face as she looked up at him.

He could feel her hands burning through skin and bone, touching his soul. She was so warm, yet so soft, like silk slipping through his fingers.

Sensory overload.

She was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Surrounding him, enveloping him, invading him – conquering him.

No man is an island.

But if he was, he was all hers.

She licked his lips. The wetness of her tongue registered in his mind.

He opened his eyes.

So bright…

Looking into his dilated pupils, she smiled, letting a hand curl into his hair. "Are you here?"

He was staring at her without seeing her. Their eyes connected, but he…

"No."

She kissed him hard. "Good."

Under the rules and regulations of the all-mighty Vampire Laws, established by the Ancestors of the Vampire race to ensure safety and peace among their kin, it is prohibited to overdose on LB – also known as Lover's Blood. Participants of such acts experience hallucinations and vivid sensory overload – conditions that invite chaos and mayhem, and most importantly, loss of control over one's powers. It is the Vampire's duty to preserve and supress instinct and reign in fluctuating power, in the event that they should go mad with LB in their veins. Indulging in LB is considered illegal and punishable by default. Should one forsake the rules of the all-mighty Vampire Laws, the accused will be sentenced to True Death and punished accordingly so. No exclusions, no matter rank in power, apply.