Prom

Chocolate

"What the hell are you doing here?" Robert asked. Amy's stomach lurched and the relief she had felt when she deleted the video fled. She looked up, eyes wide. He had a fluffly white towel wrapped around his waist and his abs warped in and out as he breathed. He looked scared. Even more scared than she was. Amy felt a rush of adrenaline. She could smell lavendar in the air. Did Robert use his mom's shampoo?

"Hey, that's my phone," said Robert.

Amy gave him her most casual smile. "That's right," she said, and tossed it to him lightly. He grabbed for it and missed and it clattered on the floor. His face began to redden. Amy watched, fascinated. A blush was just blood pooling underneath the skin. She wanted to touch it. But she had to go. She turned, throwing him a wave over her shoulder. Until next time, Robert.

The wave had been too much. "Hold on," said Robert. "We're not done." Amy heard footsteps behind her and he grabbed her upper arm. His fingers dug in, squishing her bicep painfully against the bone of her arm. He spun her around. They were face to face now. His nostrils flared as he breathed out heavily through his nose. She could tell he was angry, but somehow she wasn't frightened. Dimly, over the pain in her arm, she could feel the thirst returning.

"How did you get in here?" Robert asked. A drop of water rolled down his jaw towards the freshly-shaved flesh of his throat and Amy followed it with her eyes. The drop reached a spot where he had nicked himself shaving and when it rolled on it was tinged with red. Amy was fixated on the drop. Robert tightened his grip on her arm but now the pain was nothing compared to that ache in her throat, in her teeth.

"Hey! I asked you a question!" said Robert. He shook her, hard. The bloody drop of water flew off his face and landed on the hand grabbing her arm. Amy looked down at it, exhilarated. She bent her face closer, studying the drop as it spread out over Robert's knuckle. She looked up at Robert's eyes. Pinprick pupils glared at her from exploding green irises. Around them, a fine network of blood vessels. She smiled. And then, slowly, smoothly, she moved her lips to Robert's hand.

She put out her tongue first. He tightened his grip further and might have said something, but Amy didn't notice. His skin was soft and warm from the shower, and she could taste a hint of that shampoo. Fine hairs tickled her tongue and she luxuriated in the bumpiness of a knuckle. But all that was just scenery. Amidst all that, she could taste... blood.

It was licking a nine volt battery. It was chocolate. It was sex.

"What the hell?" asked Robert. She looked up at him sweetly.

"Ssh..." she said, putting her free finger to her lips. She winked, and in one smooth motion whipped the towel off of his waist. With a jerky motion he let go of her arm, stepped back, froze. Amy's heart sang.

She crossed both hands down to the base of her pink t-shirt, pulled it off over her head. It felt liberating. She dropped it to her feet, reached back to undo her bra. Robert stared at her, his surprise fading and a knowing grin beginning to form at the corners of his mouth. Amy was in a dream. The world was a light shade of red and she could hear the sound of Robert's heart. Or was it hers? She fumbled with her bra clasp.

Robert stepped up to her, reached around her back, pushed her hands away from the clasp. She reached her arms around his head, pulled him in close. His soft, damp hair felt good against her cheek.

He smelled like flowers and his skin was warm and soft.

Amy nuzzled deep into his neck, and ever so slowly opened her mouth, bit him softly, tenderly. He moaned and she ground into him. She could feel his sex swelling, pulsing with blood.

He finally had her bra unclasped and she ground into him again and she sighed. She moved her mouth and bit him again, and this time, it felt right, so undeniably right, and she let out a deep moan from her chest and she tore his throat out.

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