The colors are smeared, trailing across his skin until they are lost in the depths of the water. The steam creates beads of sweat, making the paint seem as though it were weeping across his torso. There were splotches of red from his fingers, where he held her firmly and moved to pull her closer.

His mouth responds to her, nipping and sucking on her lower lip. She looked well loved and ravished, her hair loose from her braids and her skin flushed. Water splashed around them, disturbed by his frantic hips, seeking more and more stimulation.

Nails drag over the planes of her back, catching against her shoulder blades. Finally, he leans in to drag his tongue along her neckline, licking what remained of the paint he had first put on her, when he tested the game and what they were to do.