pairing: RoxanneLouis
prompt: guttural
writer: with the monsters

He likes the way they contrast, he guesses. Because when they're lying together on his bed and she's got one hand wrapped in his and they're touching down every length of their bodies, skin sliding irresistibly against skin, he's so fair - all white skin and blonde hair and blueblue eyes - and she's so dark - all dark skin and black hair and amber eyes - and when he thinks about it (not often) he thinks that something that looks so beautiful really shouldn't be so frowned upon.

"Rox," he says, and in the dimness of the room his voice is low and gutteral and gentle around the shape of her name, "we kind of go together well, yeah?"

She looks up at him and smiles lazily, teeth very white against the darkness of her face, and she takes her free hand and runs it down the length of his chest.

"Yeah. We kind of do."

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