Skin.

Sweat.

Teeth.

Teeth?

Yes, teeth.

Warm hands run through my dark hair as I moan, trying to soften my voice in his soft bare shoulder, his touch eliciting sounds from me I could never imagine. It was so very wrong, the two of us as all of the silent room watched us as we touched each other, in his special place, the one he shared with his girlfriend.

My best friend.

Was it such a crime to seek comfort in naked skin? It was when he was.. him. But I was so horribly hurt, pained in my very soul, that I wasn't responsible for my actions. When I caught his lips with mine, it wasn't my fault, when my shirt fell to the floor, it wasn't my fault. When his belt buckle came undone, it wasn't by my will.

Just my body responding to the need to be close to someone.

He though, he should be utterly happy with his girlfriend, their relationship. What reason does he have to be sad, I have lost the love of MY LIFE. Christian has her all the time, every day, no complications like those Dimitri and I shared.

Christian brings me back to the present, when his lip starts to suck on a particularly sensitive part of my neck, hand still in my hair as I tilt back my neck, giving him more room to kiss my neck. I know what's coming. Even a 'good' guy like Christian has the secret desire to taste blood when involved in a sexual activity. Of course he does. And from who better than me, the girl who's already tasted the sweet endorphin rush that follows from HIS very girlfriend.

His hand goes to my lower back and pulls me towards him, onto his lightly clothed lap. Only our underwear separates us as his teeth sink into my flesh, causing a large groan to emanate from both our mouths as my fingernails scratch at his back, as my head becomes light.

It's too much for him.

Christian snaps the thin material of my thong in half and removes his own underwear carefully, before pulling me towards him once again and taking me there, teeth going back to my neck as they inevitably would once he'd gotten a taste.

My heart beats thunderously under my ribs as he causes me to make more and more lustful sounds, contracting my muscles as I arch up. He knows how I feel now, the way he only can. All of a sudden I have something to live for in that moment, the hopeless, desperate dark being cut with a knife of white light as we move around each other, sweat coated bodies sliding over each other hungrily, wanting and even needing more.

I bet he wishes his girlfriend would (or could) do this for him.

Maybe he enjoys my curves though, the sarcastic comments that come before my clothes are peeled off and the husky voice that I use when I just need him right then. His blue eyes are hazy, blood still working it's magic on him as he looks into my eyes. I kiss him forcefully, our bodies moving in sync.

"Say my name."

He stays silent, willing his voice quiet as he fears there will be someone around. In that moment I'm selfish, I want everyone to know it's me who makes him feel these things, that he is mine. If only for a little while. He isn't a worthy replacement of my Dimitri, but he will do.

"SAY IT."

"Rose….Oh God Rose. ROSE. OH GOD. ROSE."

"Christian. Oh fuck. Please Christian! Please."

He knows what I want him to do. Without a comprehensible word he starts moving faster, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoes around the room as my head goes back in pleasure, he closes his eyes as his fingers grip my skin uncomfortably, though my fingers dig into his back.

We both shudder uncontrollably, before collapsing, panting hard and exhausted.

When I recover I stand up, untangling my limbs from his and pulling on my bra and t-shirt, leaving the broken underwear but buttoning up my jeans.

He starts dressing too, first one sock then the other. I slip on my shoes and leave the room without a word, running my fingers through my hair and thoroughly trying to forget what we did. We both know what we did though.