Under Your Skin

Author pre-amble: Suggested listening while reading, to help set the mood and atmosphere, Reptile by Nine Inch Nails:

Mel sat in her apartment, with the lights turned low and vanilla-scented candles twinkling around the room. She had been waiting all week for this evening.

As she slowly sashayed from the sofa, across the exposed floorboards and the shaggy faux mink rug in her living room, her heels tapping seductively against the wood, she very gently lifted the deep and dark red from the kitchen and sauntered into her bedroom, pouring the decadent and heady crimson elixir into her oversized glass.

She licked her lips and gasped softly, the intoxicating vintage curling into her nostrils, bringing a slow smile to her mouth. Before taking a sip, she checked her makeup, focusing on her rouge lipstick, in the mirror adorning her wall. Applying a fresh coat and smacking her lips together, flirting with her reflection, she was looking every bit the tasty goddess she knew her Martin desired.

The black leather skirt, barely covering her thighs, revealing the pale flesh above her knee, and the fishnets and suspender combination she was rocking, as per his request, made her feel desirable.

As much as she needed the attention and affection, even from a long distance, that Martin gave her, she also needed that self-confidence boost. After another infuriating and demoralising week at work, all her thoughts were fine-tuned on what lay ahead. Not that anyone was there to see, she sneakily slipped her hands under her skirt to adjust her lacy little thong, savouring the cool slide of leather over her warmed thighs.

Finally taking a sip, she groaned happily as that first drop of wine hit the back of her throat. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she nervously played with her phone. Why was she so nervous? They had been together for the best part of two years and were rock solid, even with him working overseas a lot. The wait, the anticipation, the growing sense of desire as time marched slowly, seductively closer towards the moment she had been waiting for, was almost too much to bear. Almost. She steadied herself. It was more a marathon than a sprint with Martin and that had her on tenterhooks, as finally, the buzz of the phone and Sexual Healing filled the quiet of her bedroom.

She leaned back to make sure he had the best view. She wanted him to appreciate how much effort she had gone to for him, as she always did. He was looking every inch the handsome devil of a man she had fallen in love with. A simple white short-sleeved shirt unbuttoned at the top, with his hair laying perfectly messy on his broad shoulders. "Hello, baby" he greeted, sending a shiver down her spine. "I've missed you, Marty!" she erupted, losing her cool almost immediately, as he lightly growled under his breath, taking in the delightful view, as his eyes traced the woman he loved from head to toe through the screen.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked, knowing the answer, as Mel pressed a button on a remote beside her and the room was filled with the sound of Marvin Gaye.

Martin began undoing his shirt slowly, revealing his hairy, musclebound chest and abs, as Mel tried to hold herself together. Without needing any command, aside from a telling wink, Mel followed his lead and began unbuttoning her own top, to reveal her round, perky pale breasts, covered by just the smallest lacy purple bra. Not a lot was left to the imagination.

They shared gasps and moans, whispered promises and provocative flirts, the heat between them rising as if they were in the same room.

From beneath the shadowy folds of pale flesh where the light of the candles and the drops of the red didn't quite reach, two pairs of eyes observed the unfolding tussle of modern love with quiet, twitching interest.

From their position, Del and Mona could see it all.

"We need to be careful, Del, being so close to her thighs. Remember what happened to Rex last time?" cautioned a concerned Mona.

It's true, the last time, last week, Rex had found himself caught just below Mel's skirt when things heated up, and as she threw herself back on the bed, Rex was catapulted to the dark abyss.

"You worry too much. I thought you enjoyed observing the humans?" smirked the excited Demodex mite.

"Can you blame me? They don't lay eggs outside of their body and seem to waste procreation for passion."

"Can you blame them?" Del countered. "What I'd give to be on Martin when he..."

Before Del could finish, he was smacked by the front two of Mona's legs.

"Disgusting. We look, we observe, but remember Rex." Mona chastised her tiresome associate.

"Rex is in heaven, you realise? Sweaty, musty, delicious heaven," he purred, licking his tiny claws. “And I, for one, hope Mel never exfoliates.”

"You're dreadful, but I do love you, and maybe when Martin comes home, we can both hop on him for a different view of Mel." she grinned with an underlying feeling of repulsion.

"We have a mission, though. No getting deliberately lost in the folds of her... you-know-what." she pointed at his emotionless face, as he licked her claws.

"I love you too, you six-legged beast, you."

"Sure you don't want to trade me in for a bi-ped?" she grinned.

"Never, they are far too emotional. Better for a late night show, and nothing else." he laughed as he snuggled her in close, wrapping all six legs around her, as it was finally time.

"Gently this time, dear. I'm still sore from our last mating session." she grinned, enjoying the feel of his slimy, squidgy body against hers.

"I hope Mel gets to feel like this soon. Then everything will change." she gasped.

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Author's Notes: Filthy. Come on guys, you didn't really think I'd do a straightforward bit of filth, did you?

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