There was a City, beautiful and horrifying, rising from the landscape like a stained-glass termite-mound. A man-made mountain of glass, steel, concrete, and light, glowing like a bonfire in the night, so bright it hid the stars. The sky was as black and smooth as a phone-screen with a dead battery, save for a single star, amber and warm.
On the outskirts of the City was an apartment building. On the twentieth floor was a small studio apartment. A twin-sized bed, a couch, a television connected to a very old game console. A handful of books scattered around. A well-stocked kitchen. Sparse, but clean.
The lights were off, the apartment empty, the room dead silent save for the muffled hum of music from another room.
From the door came the beep of an RFID reader, and the thunk of the door unlocking, before it swung open and two people nearly fell through. The second the door was closed, the man pinned the woman to it and gave her a long, deep kiss, his long tongue wrapping around hers. Though they had lost count, this was precisely their hundredth kiss since first meeting, around a week ago at the Station.
He slid her jacket off, so he could feel more of her skin, so he could run his hands down her bare arms. She was shorter than him, full figured, her skin dark but dusted with inverted freckles of pale; the effect reminded him of the night sky, as it had once existed before the City and its lights had stolen them from him. He was a head taller than her even in her heels, lithe but well-muscled beneath his jeans and flannel, a small pair of horns poking through his blonde curls.
Though she was shorter, she wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him down into more kisses. Aggressive kisses. Hungry kisses. Kisses with
teeth
. Her mouth tasted like tea and cinnamon; his like iron and copper.
Slowly, testingly, he slid his leg up between hers, and was relieved when she responded, grinding into his thigh through the skirt of her dress.
She'd been horny for days, in anticipation of this date, dripping with arousal for hours as they had chatted, as they had walked down the empty streets beneath pale gold light of the sodium street lamps. He could smell the arousal on her, sweet as maple-smoke, see her desire rising from her skin like sparks from a disturbed fire.
She knew he could sense it, aroused by how much her own arousal aroused him; and she sucked greedily at his mouth as she mashed her body against his. After all the agony of anticipation she had a hair-trigger, and after just a few minutes she broke away the kiss, arching her back and groaning as she brought herself to orgasm against his thigh; her spasming thighs clenching around his so tight that it would almost certainly bruise both of them.
She fell limp in his arms, head hanging back, staring up at him, panting.
"Did... Did you just cum yourself? Without even taking your clothes off?"
She didn't say a word, but her head jerked in a way that, presumably, was intended as a nod.
"Gods below, you're
perfect.
" He hissed, before attacking her throat with kisses. She twitched and giggled, before ducking under him and past him, into her apartment. She slid her heels off, walking the rest of the way to the bed barefoot. It was her apartment, she knew the layout by heart. She all but skipped, giggingling in unabashed joy. She had been in a dark mood for the past few months, and these were her first laughs in weeks.
He trotted after her, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. He approached her from behind, and in a single motion, leaned down, took the hem of her dress, and pulled it up over her head. She yelped in surprise as the cold air found her skin, her plump breasts springing free. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her yet again as he pressed his chest flush to hers. Her skin was deliciously warm against the cold air. His body was lithe, well-muscled, hard against her softness. Her flesh was soft, but her nipples were pierced, and they scraped against his chest as he ground against her.
She was a full-figured woman, but he placed his hands beneath her legs and lifted her up effortlessly, his lithe form tensing with power. When he had had his fill of kissing her, he tossed her onto the bed, and she landed with a surprised yelp.
Smiling at him, she crawled back and lay down, head on the pillow, striking what she hoped was a sexy pose. The side of the bed was flush against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the omnicolor light of the City poured down on her like the light of heaven.
For several moments he just stood there at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. Her skin, dark with a speckling of pale, glossy with sweat, against the pale white of her sheets. She shone with the light of the City and with the glow of her own lust, pouring out of her like there was a fire beneath her skin.
