If she hadn't been the one to initiate the sex or, more to the point, if she hadn't just finger fucked me half senseless, I wouldn't be doing this. Her apparent age and her true characteristics aren't lost on me. Hell, it turns me on more than I can describe that I have the ability to turn a super humanly strong, near perfect killing machine, to mush.

And that's why I rock my knee into her as hard as I can. Because I know it's what we both want. Her hands find my hips as I push mine under her singlet and mould my fingers around the small mounds of flesh I find there. It was only a few days ago that I saw them exposed, the first time I got a twinge of want for her.

I can remember exactly what they look like and mixing that picture with the texture of her hardening nipples against my palms is making me rock faster. I lean down and take her bottom lip between my teeth. I bite down, once, twice, three times, her body jumping into mine each time. Once I taste it, the tangy, salty flavour of her blood, it makes me smile.

Blood is what we live for. It's how we live. And it's why we live. It's what brought her to me. I pull back and move my face down to the soft flesh at the beginning of her neck. I watch her lick her lip and taste her own blood, possibly for the first time. Then I start to suck on the skin in front of me.

I feel the flesh swell and begin to break in my mouth, every time I run it through my teeth. Every time she arches up into me, making my hands press bruises into her breasts, making my knee bruise her further down. I leave three marks on her neck and give one last squeeze with my hands before pushing the fabric over her head.

The top's forgotten in a second as I see the smooth skin I've cultivated in my mind's eye for days. I take her hands from my body and hook her fingers with mine, pushing them out to the side as far as our arms will go. Then I lower my head to the diamond hard peaks that I desperately want to taste.

Her whole body shudders as my tongue delicately circles her flesh, treating it kindly for the first time. It is also to be the last, because I can't resist biting down. She chokes out some sort of groan and I know I can't stop at that. I move to her other nipple and kiss the rise before placing my teeth on it and dragging my mouth open, grating over her skin.

She pulls her hands away from mine and deperately drags my top off me. The sound of the material tearing makes my heart skip. When she pulls me down to her, the only word to describe our skin touching for the first time is: heat. She takes possession of my tongue and as I taste her blood again it makes me want to taste the rest of her.

I push hard against her mouth and then pull away, sitting up, still straddling her right leg. Her eyes are shut for a moment and I can't help but sit and watch her expression curiously. It's part breathless, part enraptured, part painful. But it's all Cameron.

Fear appears a split second before she opens her eyes. Does she really think I'd leave her to finish off herself when I've gotten her this wound up? Does she truly think I'm that cruel?

She opens her mouth to plead with me to continue but I shake my head and put my fingers over it.

"Wait." I say it quietly. She pauses and nods slowly. I don't think she's ever really had to trust anyone before. I lift my body up and place my left leg next to it's pair between hers. I slide backwards and bring my hands down to my knees. The sparkle of anticipation in her eyes is begging me to speed up.

So I do. A split second later, my hand is gripping her centre and I realise with my bare palm what I couldn't tell through the knee of my jeans. The satin of her boxers was wet through. I hardly realise I've ripped them off until the material falls to the floor in two pieces. Now I know what I do all those push ups for.

I grab her thighs, one in each hand, and squeeze, massaging circles with my thumbs. Her eyes fight to stay open as I push my way up her legs slowly. She quivers when I reverse the motion before digging in harder. Her mouth is hanging open when I take my last look, and her eyes finally shut as tight as can be.

Leaning forward, I dive in, tongue at the ready. A simple lap and she's moaning, writhing, pushing up in her need for more pressure. I run my tongue over her opening again, all the way up to her clit. I press into it and her hips press into me. On the way back down, I let my tongue slide into her.

God, what a taste!

I go so gently at first it's like we're different people and none of tonight happened. But when I feel her hands twisted in my hair, gripping my head, pushing it down, keeping us locked together, I can't help but get rough again. I press straight down, hitting her walls and making her groan. I change my angle and push in again, before letting my tongue run a circle around her inside walls.

Her pulse is against my tongue, in my mouth, in my head. It's in me, and my heart is beginning to copy it. I almost pant into her as I feel her hands tighten on my head before letting go.

"Sarah," She whispers my name and the flood of juices still manages to catch me by surprise.

They really did make her perfect.

I sit up to watch her body lift off the bed, her limbs taught in the little death. Probably the only one she'll ever know. Her orgasm lasts long enough for me to lick her flavour from my lips before she begins to bask in the afterglow. I smile for a moment before frowning, hard. The look on her face is not just one of bliss, but of love. And I know that a second ago, before I frowned, I had the very same expression on my face. She resettles and I breathe in her essence before the air thins the scent. The flavour makes me smile again involuntarily.

That's when I realise I can't pretend any more.

Because it wasn't just a kiss earlier.

And it wasn't just sex.

It was so much more.

I watch her eyes open and the way her whole body drops at the scowl that's back on my face. And she knows, just like I know, what it is we're feeling. And she knows, just like I know, what it is I'm going to do. Because she knows I can't deal with this.

"Get out."I whisper it fiercely and impress it by pushing down on her legs before I jump off the bed and stand beside it. She sits up, ever so slowly, and stands up to bring herself to my level. I avoid her eyes as she stands there, naked, just watching me. She picks up her top and the remains of her shorts and walks silently out the door.

As she pulls it shut, the door creates a draught that freezes my lone tear before it can fall.

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AN - Don't hate me for writing what Sarah would probably do. Let me know if you want a sequel where they get together and I'll see what I can do. I do have an idea (which involves showers thanks to Strawberrytears) but let me know if there's interest, because otherwise it will probably stay an idea.