Unlike the rest of Vale, Roman Torchwick's study was a quiet place. The large room, what with its plush cream carpet and deep oaken furniture, spoke volumes about Roman's expensive taste. Shelved books lined left wall, but the right was all glass; ornate metalwork lined the panes and kept the structure sound, but also allowed the soft mid-morning sunlight to stream into the office. Unfortunately, the atmosphere of the Upper Class District wasn't something Roman was in the mood to enjoy. Instead, the kingpin sat in his chair behind his deck, head in the palms of his hands. Cinder, as usual, was being a right pain in the ass.
Roman groaned and threw his head back, pushing his chair away from his desk and standing. He needed a smoke, his report be damned. Cinder could learn to wait a few hours. Roman swept out from behind his desk, not bothering to push his chair in. With the door slamming behind him, Roman exited his study and made his way down the small hallway. He took the white wrought iron steps two at a time, stalking through the main lounge of his penthouse and out to his balcony.
Qrow looked up from the couch, sitting up from where he'd been lounging. "Babe?" he called out, setting his drink down on Roman's crystal table. "You alright?"
Roman waved him off, sliding open the door to his balcony and stepping outside. Qrow watched Roman pull out his lighter as the door shut, and then one of his Atlesian cigars. Frowning, Qrow stood, rolling his shoulders back and stuffing his hands in his pockets. Might as well check up on him, right?
"Heyyy, pumpkin," Qrow said cautiously, sliding open the door after Roman. He'd given Roman a few minutes to himself before following, and Roman had taken that time to lean over the railing. Ash fell from his cigar, scattering in the wind. "Everything okay?"
With a soft clack, the sliding glass door closed behind Qrow, and he made his way over to Roman. He sighed as he leaned over the railing, taking a quick look behind him. Thank the Brothers, the doors hadn't cracked. Qrow braced his elbow on the railing and his hand on his chin, cutting his gaze back to Roman.
If Qrow was being frank, Roman looked terrible. His mascara was smudged, and deep bags hung under his eye. Instead of answering Qrow's question, he took another drag of the cigar. Roman blew the smoke out into the Valian sky, staring into it as if it would answer for him.
"Roman?" Qrow asked again.
The man in question dropped his head, his hair swinging in front of his face so he didn't have to look Qrow in the eye. "Nothing we can talk about," Roman muttered, pushing himself to his full height and taking another drag of tobacco.
Qrow frowned, turning to the cityscape at large and leaning over the railing. Roman's penthouse really had a great view; it faced the ocean between Solitas and Sanus, and if Qrow looked to his right, he could see the vague outline of Beacon, standing proud over all of Vale. But the skyline alone couldn't serve to distract him from the heavy reminder that he and Roman, were, for all intents and purposes, still enemies.
Qrow groaned and ducked his head, wishing he had something to bang it against. His drink still laid on the table inside, though. . . 'Small mercies,' Qrow decided, standing up again. As he turned back to the door, he saw Roman leaned against the brick wall, arms and legs crossed with his cigar hanging loose in his fingers. Damn. He'd come out to comfort Roman, not just visit and fuck off.
Qrow wet his lips and sighed, leaning back-first against the railing. "Anything I can do?"
Roman shrugged.
"Helpful," Qrow muttered, staring down at the street below. A few couples milled about, and sleek cars raced along the slicker streets. Qrow blinked as a small eureka moment hit him, and he turned to Roman with a smile. He jerked his head in the direction of the lounge. "Want a pick-me-up?"
Roman refocused on him and shook his head. "Sorry, chickadee, can't afford to get drunk right now."
"Waaasn't exactly referring to that kind," Qrow said, approaching Roman until they stood chest-to-chest. Qrow's usual sleazy smile was in place, and one hand found Roman's hip. The other grabbed Roman's right wrist, and he smiled back. There was a sizzle, and some ash fell onto the slate beneath their feet. Qrow's grip slackened, and Roman slipped the cigar back in his pocket. No amount of Huntsman was going to make him waste an Atlesian cigar.
"I think I have a bit of time," Roman allowed, wrapping his now-free hands around Qrow's neck. It didn't take long for the Hunter to initiate a kiss, pressing their lips together before Roman could say anything else.
The taste of tobacco and passionfruit always followed Roman, and today was no different. Over time, Qrow had gotten used to the flavors - they were so distinctly Roman that any other combination would've taken him aback.
His technique, on the other hand, always left Qrow gasping. The hand on Roman's hip had been pinned between their bodies, his left soon following. Roman's strength had never failed to surprise Qrow, especially since his hands had the appearance of a delicate maiden's. Just one of his hands had enough strength to keep Qrow's together, and the other was busy holding his head in place. Qrow wouldn't've had it any other way, tilting his head to the side to allow Roman access to his neck.
"Gods, can you take this inside?" Qrow whimpered as Roman moved down toward his chest. If anything pleased Roman about Qrow's sloppy outfit, it was the fact that his undone shirt gave him plenty of easy access whenever Roman pleased.
Smirking, Roman drew back, eyeing Qrow with a gleam as he dropped his hands. Something mischievous shone in that emerald sheen, and Qrow barely had time to follow as he recollected himself. He'd never get over how good a kisser Roman was. "Sure," Roman said, smooth as a whistle. He slipped past Qrow, pausing only to press another quick peck against his lovers lips. Roman swept open the door, tossing a smile over his shoulder. Qrow gaped at him, utterly betrayed. He hadn't meant leave him outside!
"You were right, chickadee. I really did need that.~"