Red

Scarlet

Vermillion

Crimson

Ruby

Cerise

Carmine. . . . .

Red. The color of passion, the color of anger, the color of blood. He loved everything it stood for, the violence, hatred and lust. He especially loved the color when it graced the fingernails of his beloved peony. It drove him wild, the sight sparked his desire.

"Botan" he said breathlessly in her ear sending shivers down her spine. She did not utter a response, so he whispered in her ear once more. "Botan, you know…" he trailed off as he kissed her slowly "you know what that does to me" as his lips moved from her shoulder down her arm and to her fingertips. Botan's breath hitched as he grazed his teeth along her earlobe. A moan escaped her lips in response to his ministrations. He smiled at her response and ceased his affections.

Botan looked at him and pouted. Her mouth fell open and another moan escaped when he moved his hands to her hair where he removed her hair from its constraints and massaged her scalp. His hands moved deftly through her hair and down to her neck. His fingers trailed down her neck to her shoulders, his fingers moved over her skin leaving heated trails down her body.

His lips replaced his fingers and her body quivered in anticipation. He once again stopped his actions and considered her eyes, he saw that they were clouded over with lust. Her body was flushed, just the way he enjoyed seeing her. He scooped her up and swept her away to the bedroom so he could continue….

Afterwards they lay wrapped around each other feeling absolutely sated. Botan twirled a strand of his hair around her finger and started to giggle as she thought about the events that had just transpired.

"What's so funny, my dear?" he asked as he looked at her quizzically.

"You are" she replied as she traced her fingers across his chest. "Botan" he admonished as he watched her fingers trace circles around his skin. She did not answer him, instead she continued to make circles, lightly scraping his skin with the tip of her nail.

"Botan" he breathed out. She smiled, she knew what the outcome of her actions would be and welcomed the result. He stopped her hand and turned it palm down so he could study her fingernails. After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"You know my love, I really do enjoy it when you paint your nails. Especially this particular shade of red" he whispered.

"I know" she replied.

"OH, so this was a trap!" he exclaimed

"I would never!" she replied with a wicked grin.

"I truly do love this color" he said as he rolled on top of her and began to suck on her fingertips, he nipped her fingers and her giggles soon turned to moans. He enjoyed hearing her sounds and pleasured her until she fell asleep. He watched her as she slept, he could not believe that he had found a woman like her. She knew his past and what he had done and the violence he was capable of. She knew about the blood he had drawn and knew he had drawn most of it for sheer pleasure. And yet she still loved him, heart and soul. He kissed her forehead and let sleep overcome him as well.