Title: Worlds Apart
Author: Kalika
Summary: A collection of short stories based in the Gorgeous Carat universe.
General Warning Codes: Yaoi, H/C, Language, Angst
Pairings: Noir/Florian
Disclaimer: Characters owned by You Higuri. I wrote this simply for my own entertainment.

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Cigars

Ray slumped into the chair behind his desk with a sigh. Why did things always have to be so difficult between him and Florian? If it wasn't one thing, it was always another. Their relationship seemed to be eternally cursed. Argument after argument, ranging from serious to mild to downright idiotic. This argument was, in Noir's opinion, one of the idiotic ones.

To be perfectly honest Noir had never been so frustrated in his entire life. Florian had to have the worst timing in the world, but it was almost like a gift. A painfully, aggravating gift. And everything had started out so well too.

They had had a pleasant day, no disagreements, no pointless bickering. Noir had managed to get all of his work done, and had planned out another heist for the next day. After dinner, Florian had joined the thief in his study and they had passed the evening talking about various topics. Most of which had revolved around the blond's interests, but Noir wasn't about to complain. After all it had resulted in the two of them kissing quite heatedly. They had been clinging to each other, pressed as tightly as the two people could be. Their tongues had been dancing lightly against each other, and Noir had been about to shift his hands to a slightly less innocent position when Florian suddenly pulled away.

The thief was almost insulted by the disgusted look on Florian's face, He was about to ask what was wrong when the blond cut him off. "You taste like smoke."

Noir was a bit confused, they had kissed before, and Florian had never said anything. "I smoke my cigars everyday, Florian. It's not like this is new."

The blond sighed, pulling completely out of Noir's arms. It was a signal to the thief that their fun was definitely over for the evening. "It's always bothered me, Noir. I just never said anything about it."

"So why are you saying it now?" Noir was thoroughly uncomfortable by this point. He had been quite aroused by their contact, and his physical discomfort was only serving to decrease his hold on his temper. The blond didn't seem to be the least bit uncomfortable, which only served to anger Noir more.

"I'm saying it now because if we want this to continue, you're going to need to do something about it."

"I'm not giving up my cigars for anything in the world, Florian. You should know that by now." Noir had to fight to keep the edge out of his voice.

"They aren't good for you anyway, Noir. What could it hurt to stop? I'm sure that we could find some other was to occupy your time." The blond looked away as he spoke. It was strange. Florian never looked away, even when he was embarrassed.

The thief was still trying to figure out what to say to that when the blond moved. Noir couldn't even bring himself to voice his surprise as Florian gave him a quick peck on the cheek and bid him goodnight, slipping out of the study to retire for the evening.

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Fin