rainbowfic | Ghost White (Harpy)

Name: Charley
Story: None
Colors: Ghost White (Harpy)
Word Count: 515
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Non descriptive sex, sex while doing risky things like driving
Summary: A harpy and a succubus fall in love.

We play the game of sex or death every night, we dance and spin and take our lives in our hands. We pull away at the world until it's just the two of us, kissing, singing, loving, biting, daring everything else to crash back in and remind us it's there with broken glass and car wrecks.

We play the game in cars, play while she's driving and I'm in the passenger seat, kissing her neck, groping her, my fingers moving up and down her body, stroking her everywhere, coaxing reactions out of her as she drives, trying to distract her just enough as my lips sing into her skin.

We're going to die like this one day, wrapped up in each other, wrapped up in love and adoration and neither of us care. She feeds off of my need and I sing because I don't know what else to do. I sing because music and sex and blood all blur in my mind, they're all the same thing in different forms.

And she feeds off of that, I know she does. She feeds off of my songs, off of my hands against her skin, against my kisses and songs and lust. She feeds off of the games we play and one day it's going to kill us. One day it's going to get us in more than a little trouble with the cops. One day the car will crash, someone will take offense, the world won't be as kind as it has been.

But I'm okay with it and she's okay with it and if the world has to end, our world anyway, we'll be ready for it. Games weren't meant to last forever and flames can't burn long. The sun sets and winter always comes. The end is ever approaching and we know that, we're ready for it, we're accepting.

Maybe we shouldn't be, maybe we should fight it more but we know how the world works, we've both been around long enough to not fear Death. She's not scary with her dark scarves and bare feet. She'll spin into view and wrap us up in dark wings. She'll take us to get a rest and the world will stop for a while.

But only a while.

Because as surely as the sun sets, it rises again, spring cases after winter and the world keeps turning.

And we'll play our game again, we'll find each other and kiss passionately in a train station or an airport or at a bus stop. We'll touch each other, my mouth will be on hers -- or his -- and we'll kiss and bite and suck and touch until we can't think anymore.

And there will be sings mixed in, sweet songs about the world, about blood and bones, about how everything passes and nothing lasts forever. About how we're going to die and how we'll come back.

One day the game will end, the world will end, everything will end. Death will come and take the world away while Life curls up against her sister, eyes closed and sleeping.

And the two of us? We'll be gone? We'll have been long dead but I'm hoping, maybe even praying, that Death will lean into her sister and sing a little song, leave a little kiss.

I'm hoping, when the time comes, they'll start our game anew.