Ethereal ✾ ||C.S||

XXX. Spent

✾Ruby's pov

The black paint had smeared against my jaw as he positioned himself over me, his lips moving with mine. My fingers tangled in his hair as the now dying light of the city dimly lit the room. We didn't care about the paint that was over us both and the bed. I could always wash the sheets later. I slid my hands down his neck, dragging the paint even further down his chest. His arm slid under me, pulling me towards him. His hand rested against the back of my neck. His other hand made it's way around my waist. My cheeks were absolutely red underneath the paint that shifted to me more and more as we eliminated the space between us. He pulled away slowly, his hand sliding over my bare thigh. I pushed my head back against his soft pillow as our voices and stream of obscenities echoed around the room.

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✾Cole's pov

I woke up the next day with her naked back pressed against my chest. The paint against her silk soft skin was cracked leaving bits of smooth surface nude. Her dark hair was sprawled on our shared pillow. Not able to help myself, I gently pushed my fingers through them. Last night almost felt like a dream. The rhythm and sync of our bodies, the sound of the spring mattress and her bounced off the walls of my head as I watched the sun being born again once more like before. I examined the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took. I softly pressed my lips to her shoulder, letting out a subtle sigh of happiness. I pushed her hair back behind her ear, enjoying the most beautiful view nature had to offer in front of me.

After what felt like hours of adoring her, I pulled away as slowly and carefully as possible, trying not to move the bed too much. I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The now fully dried paint rubbed off of my body. As I was washing off the remaining paint, I noticed red claw marks down my back. They were defined lines from when her long nails had dug and scraped at my skin. In all honesty, I was quiet proud of myself. I smirked slightly as I washed off the little of the paint that had left on my shoulder. I reached over, turning on the shower. I sighed softly at the memory of last night. Every day and every night with her was a new adventure. I got into the shower, closing the glass door behind me. I stood under the hot water with my head facing down, letting the water fall around my body and down my back. I let my head and hands lazily hang, just enjoying the soothing warm water.