This one shot has been sitting in my computer collecting electronic dust so I finally decided to post it.
I don't own Valerius or anything else related to the Dark Hunter series, Sherrilyn Kenyon is the owner of that series and all of the wonderful characters in it. However I do own Sonny.
Sonny unnerved me. She was showy, loud, and for someone with her money she socialized with people I would consider to be far too lowbrow for my tastes. However whenever she smoked I forgot about all of that. I knew that smoking was a low class plebian pre-occupation, but Sonny had turned it into an art form. The way her mouth gripped the cigarette as she fumbled in that black hole of a bag, for of all things, her leopard print lighter. Then she'd lean back against the wall with the heels of her feet slowly threatening to slip out of her shoes. A $2 dollar posture in $800 designer shoes. She'd close her eyes then, completely oblivious to the way the twitching of her fingers made the strings of her spider web tattoo dance across the back of her hand.
After that all I could think about was the way her lips poked out as she let that first gust of smoke escape, and I'd wonder what it would be like to catch her in the middle of that first exhale. What it would be like to kiss her and have the rest of that smoke burn the back of my throat and travel all the way up to my brain.