Title: Taste (1/1)
Author: RavenD
Pairing: M/Lucilla
Rating: R
Summary: Tastes change ;)
Notes: This is for Velma because she's having a no-good, never bad day
and if your best friend won't write you smut, who will?
All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Honest. Just cheering up a friend.

In the first light of morning, she tasted of figs, sweet and silk on the tongue. He would lap at her golden skin, catching her bright morning laughter between his lips and savoring it.

In the heat of the sun, she tasted of olives, rich and deep. He fought the temptation to drown in her, consume her, make her breath his own.

In the misted twilight, she tasted of almonds, crisp and toasted, a touch of salt from the heat of the day. He nibbled, nipped, grabbed small pieces of skin between gentle teeth, dining on her flesh as if he had not just satisfied another appetite.

In the black veil of night, she tasted of blood red wine, hidden and smoky. Intoxicating. Her cries, her moans, her body flowed around him, quenching his thirst. He surrounded himself in her smell; her face consumed him. He allowed his inhibitions to slide through his fingers like dust as he devoured her.

As he slept, her fingers nestled within his short, dark hair, she bent, tasted herself on his lips. He tasted of love.