A/N: Just some Brit/Meat fluff I wrote for Kate and an excuse for me to avoid doing my coursework. Not so much a '4am Drabble', more so a '6pm Drabble' XD All reads and reviews much appreciated!
Peace x

A matted haired girl sang under her breathe as she pulled apart some tobacco from her plastic pouch, even as she dropped it into the thin paper that rested between her knees she continued the tune, her voice cracking as the harmony went too low for her. She sniffed loudly and furrowed her brow rolling the paper between her fingers, bringing it up to her lips and poking her tongue out into a point. Her eyes glazed over as she stared across at the crumbling wall in front of her, her back pressed against two cold metal dustbins and her knees drawn into her chest. Every so often she would glance around them at the brick archway, as if she were waiting desperately for somebody to arrive.

Flicking her silver Zippo lighter open she ignited the end of the rolled cigarette and drew a long burn from it, exhaling in small bursts to produce small white smoke rings. A shuffle of footsteps made her jump up suddenly, the familiar and unpleasant smell of a Bohemian back from the scavenge.

A wide set man stood in the archway, a sly smile playing on the corner of his lips and what seemed to be motor oil smeared across his dark skin. In reality he was no taller than an average man, but his confident stance and large muscles gave the illusion of a figure of great height.

The girl blinked at him slowly, taking in his appearance before dashing her cigarette onto the floor and running into his strong arms, her face glowing with a mixture of relief and excitement.

"Yeh came back!" she exclaimed in a whisper as she pushing her face against his heavy chest, closing her eyes as she tried to preserve the feel of his skin against hers. Though beaded sweat ran rested across his abs, to the touch he was freezing cold. She wrapped her arms around him and clung tightly, as if afraid he'd leave again. "I thought yeh were gone for good this time." She told him, a little louder than her first words.

"You know me baby," the man laughed, placing a kiss on her creased forehead, his icy lips making her startle slightly, "I always come back."

She pulled away and beat a clenched fist against his shoulder, as always he didn't flinch, despite the girls surprising strength. "I was really worried this time though, yeh've never been away this long before- if yeh'd jus' let me come with yeh…" she made to continue into her usual gripe that she was never allowed with him on his hunt for the lost texts but trailed off, flinging herself at him once more and holding him tight, still in utter relief that he was back in one piece. He smiled down at her, his kind eyes meeting hers as she craned her neck up to place a tender kiss on his chapped lips. "I missed yeh Brit'." Her voice shook slightly, much to her annoyance.

Brit' pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to hers once again and engrossing her in a more passionate kiss. "I missed you too." He told her, wiping at the tears that were now protruding from her mournful eyes with his calloused thumb. "But every time I come back, you're more beautiful than when I left, so it's not such a bad thing." She sniffled, a flicker of a smile flashing through her cheerless expression.

"All this excitement s'making me need another ciggie," she chortled, turning to pick up her tobacco pouch and lighter from its place between the dustbins. As she crouched down she heard Brit' heave a great sigh.

"That stuffs bad for you babe, you're too beautiful to smoke."

"Well if yeh didn' keep running off and leaving me on my own-" she fumbled with the roll-up, her fingers trembling still at the excitement of her lovers return, "-ah wouldn' have t' smoke, would I?"

Big Macca leant against the archway, his hand clasped at his neck and an expression of woe plastered across his worn face. "Who're you talking to Meat?" he pondered aloud, watching the Bohemian with concern.

Meat blinked across at him, a nauseating feeling creeping into the pit of her stomach. She swallowed hard, feeling her eyes sting as fresh hot tears threatened to fall.

"N-no-one." Her dry throat grated as she replied. "Jus' m'self."

Macca looked unconvinced, "Are you okay? Scaramouche just sent me to come and check on you…"

Her neck cricked as she gave an involuntary nod.

"We're all worried about you." Macca informed her, "Ever since well-" he paused apprehensively, "We're all here for you if you need to talk." The girls lack of response made him shift his weight awkwardly between his feet. After a few moments he turned to leave.

As his footsteps faded away, Meat sank down into her previous haunt and brought her knees back up to her chest hugging them tightly and pressing her eyes into her torn tights, the tears now uncontrollable as she mentally cursed her overactive mind.