stained baby tee

“How's it feel?” She asks, kneeling in front of you, her atomic blonde hair flecked with dark red, her dark brown eyes black in the dimply lit light of her room. Her bubble gum pink lipstick is smeared with a darker shade of ruby, creating an unsettling purple coloring on her chin and left cheek. 

You wipe the blood slowly off of your lips, a sensual motion, your delicate fingers stained a dark ruby. You look at her, making sure to tilt your head down, making sure your eyelashes are on full display, it drives everyone wild. You take your finger and slowly insert it into your mouth, slightly relishing the look dancing within her eyes, the slight smirk that is starting to creep onto her rounded face. Steeling yourself from the taste that is inevitable, you lick slowly the residue of your actions off. Twisting your tongue around to ensure that it’s pristine when you take it out. 

She licks her lips and giggles, an unhinged twinkling sound. “I told you, it’s absolutely insane isn’t it!” she scrunches her nose and leans forward, her septum pieced nose touching yours. “I can’t believe you just did that, who would’ve thought!” 

You can’t help the smile that makes it’s way onto your own lips, and laugh softly under your breath, until you can’t stop, your whole body starting the shake as you start to laugh loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of her room. Your foreheads touch as you both start to descend into your own madness. Before you know it, her lips are on yours, the salty copper taste mixing with the faint wine taste – pinot noir– playing tag within your mouth and hers. You push into her, taking the moment to caress her face and push a little harder. You hear her breathe out, and know that you would do anything, everything, that she asked, for five more seconds of this. The room starts to spin, and your breathing can be the only sound heard. She pulls away, eyes bright. 

“You love me or what?”

“You know I do” you say as you nod, her stiletto nailed finger training from your lips, to your neck, over your stained baby tee, making a pit stop on your chest, dancing around lightly, just enough to drive you wild. 

“You’re sinister” you say, biting her lip quick, punchy, drawing just the smallest hint of garnet. She licks her teeth and winks before leaning back, sighing. 

“Help me clean up, yeah?” She stands up, all curves and soft edges, her boxer shorts settled comfortably on her waist, beckoning you to slowly pull them off with your teeth, flash backs to earlier play through your head. Her tank top stained the exact shade as yours, you’ll both have to take the train to the laundromat tonight or tomorrow before school. You roll your neck and look up at her, nodding. 

“I cleaned up the room last time, so dibs on the shower” she is already taking off her shirt, her shoulders the most intoxicating sight you’ve ever seen. Perfectly sculpted in a way that would make any doubter believe in a higher power.

You groan, as she winks at you and leaves the room. You look to the right and roll your eyes. The moment ruined, but necessary. He laid there sprawled out on the fuzzy pink carpet she kept in her room.

Eyes — the darkest green you had ever seen, wide and open, observing nothing and everything. His clothes thrown around the room, decorating it with the scent of aftershave and American Eagle cologne. You wrinkle your nose at the smell, she always picked the ugly ones you think as you stand and grab the dark long bag that was seated next to you. One more deep breath, you got this, you think. This was the fifth time, not the first, so nothing new, you kept reminding yourself. You look down at him again, a flop of black hair, messily strewn everywhere, his clavicles standing out from his weak chest, which was decorated with splashes of ruby and lighter red. Stuffing down the nausea rolling in your stomach you start to unzip the bag and prepare to clean up.

Hoping when she was out of the shower, they could go and get some real food.

It was Taco Tuesday. 

*** author's note:

Who doesn't love a little moment where you're not totally sure what's going on, but you think you do?