We stumbled from the elevator onto her floor. Our lipstick had mingled, looking like blood smeared on her lips. I was sure mine looked the same, so much for long-lasting wear. She stood up, offering me her hand. We hadn’t said a word since we met in the elevator. It was an instant attraction. Heat and lust hit me like a hurricane. Her lips had found mine seconds before the door had closed. I knew I had to have her when she stepped on the lift. It took all my courage to approach her with what I could offer. No words, just consent that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. We bypassed a rather comfy couch, pausing only to pull at one another’s clothing.

She wore a button-down top and tight black pants that clung to her body. Perhaps she was returning from work. I was in a dress that I had worn in an attempt to get attention at the bar. It had failed me, but I was reconsidering its worth now as her body melded to mine in the doorway of a very dark bedroom. She grasped my hair, working it down from the neat little bun I had accomplished. My hair was loose, and her hands found the dress easy to remove. I was glad I had taken the time to match my bra and panties, purple for purple.

She pulled the shirt over her head, and I pushed her onto the bed. I bent over her. Our first kiss was a mere brush of lips like satin rubbing against my mouth. The second kiss was harder. I bit lightly along her upper lip, and she made a small sound. She kissed me back, hands sliding to either side of my face. She kissed me as if she were drinking me down, trying to lick the last drops from the bottle of some fine wine, tender, eager, hungry. I collapsed against her, hands sliding over her as if even my hands were hungry for the feel of her. The beauty pulled me further onto the bed.

We never stopped kissing, but then I felt her teeth, sharp, bruising against my lips and tongue. There was a quick, sharp pain and the sweet copper taste of blood. She made a small inarticulate sound and rolled over me. She was above me. Her eyes were glowing blue, the pupils gone in a rush of desire. I almost screamed, but she put a finger across my lips. I did not move. I should have known, but I did not care. She was beautiful, and she wanted me. I licked her finger and let my hands touch her body. The thrill of knowing that this could be my last moment urged me forward. She bent to taste the blood on my lips, and I kissed her as if my life depended upon it.