Pansy Fcking Parkinson

...He can feel her wet cheeks on his face. He can feel his heart beating again, as if it miraculously rebuilt itself within seconds of her kiss. Her kiss is his antidote. Her touch so soft, he craves her like an addiction, her mere existence soothes his soul, her scent is sweeter then the air he breathes, she is his drug, his reason to exist... Complete one shot