Pryde and Wisdom
Smoke
PG-13/Rish
She can see the smoke rising from his cigarette in the dark. It makes blue grey patterns in the minimal moonlight coming through the window. They're not speaking. She loves this companionable silence that they always have right after. It gives her time to reflect on what has just happened. It lets her sit and daydream about his kisses.
His kisses are like sex all on their own. They make her shake and shiver and feel like she's being melted down from the inside out. Suddenly, just thinking about them isn't enough. She turns over in bed and takes the cigarette from him. She places it on the windowsill with the lit end hanging off of the edge. When he opens his mouth to protest, she places a finger over his lips to silence him.
"You can have it back in a minute. You have something more important to do with your mouth right now."
She kisses him then. He kisses her back. His tongue makes its way into its second home, and does things to her that she never knew a kiss could do before she met him. She kisses him back just the way he taught her to and she's rewarded with a groan that thrills her to drag out of him.
Now he's the one shivering as she moves her kisses away from his mouth and down his throat to where his pulse is currently hammering. It instantly starts hammering even harder, if that's possible, and his breathing is starting to come faster.
She feels him tense and is not surprised when he flips her over and it's her turn to be worshipped with kisses. He always prefers to take his turn last, when he knows that she's completely satisfied. And satisfied she will be…
…Afterwards, they are once again lying in bed, but on opposite sides. She turns over and notices that his cigarettes are lying on the nightstand beside her. She picks them up, extracts a cigarette and places it in his mouth. She lights it for him and curls up on his chest, again simply watching the smoke.