Author's note: A drabble that came from my original interpretation of our favorite bad boy.
-Rings of Smoke-
His arm was placed dominatingly over her head. Their bodies were close, close enough to touch...
He smirked at her, his cigarette moving to the corner of his mouth. "I've caught a weasel," he murmured, the smoke from his mouth wisping lightly along her cheek.
A light smirk graced her own features, and her hand nimbly reached out to steal the cigarette from his lips. She took a quick drag and replaced it in his still-open mouth. "You're not the only one who gets to smoke, you know." Her eyes drifted to his lips, and he came closer. They kissed.