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Conflicting Hues [Fushimi Saruhiko|Yata Misaki]

Deviation Actions

Published: Jan 28, 2016

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_{Sensations of ultramarine permeated her vision; aggressive kisses that barely held back a nuance of violence. She always thought that blue was serene; the cloudless sky; the calm sea. Yet this blue contained the slightest hints of red. Almost invisible streaks of carmine tainting his lazy cobalt pattern with the most insubstantial of cochineal intensity.

Slender fingers tangled in raven locks pressing him closer. Sharp teeth grazed her lips, wet appendages joining and separating in the heat of the moment, as their breaths united together in a fiery dance. He was the ocean; enormous waves threatening to wash away everything that stood in their way, drowning her in a tide of lustful indigo.

One hand marched south, forcing her legs apart. Bold fingers groped the sensitive skin of her thigh, sending chills down her spine. She moaned against his lips, completely surrendered to his addictive touch.

A small stream of scarlet flushed carefully away the waterfall of navy emotions. Featherlike caresses along her back kindled slowly the fire within her. Red was supposed to be wild; red was supposed to be dangerous. Still, the red that was flowing down her skin had a gradation of azure gentleness. Faint cerulean tints calming down the ardent sanguine, painting it an innocent magenta.

Reluctant butterfly kisses found a steady rhythm down the nape of her neck forcing her to arch her back. Chestnut tufts brushed against her skin sending sensual quivers through her whole being. He wasn’t the wildfire that burned lasciviously feeding on desire; he wasn’t the blood that ran boiling through aroused veins. He was the setting sun; shining over her with rays of warmth, filling her with longing.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, palms exploring every nook and cranny of her body. Manly digits intertwined with hers, giving her something to hold on to; keeping her anchored to sanity.

Every inch of her left untouched by bold indigo, was slowly taken over by timid magenta. Passion, calmness, desire and wishes all mixed together, conflicting hues blending closely, dying her in an extravagant purple.}