A/N: 511 words; remember kids: smoking (and by extension, vaping) absolutely ruins your lungs and health because we as human beings are not designed to inhale smoke; Bell-mère is a bad influence and we've all known a Bell-mère in our lives; very shippy, contains mention of these two horny teens doing what horny teens do best
Seven: Smoke
The ink-black sky above them twinkled with stars as the pair of teens laid on the roof of the building, still rumpled and sweaty from their lovemaking. Bell-mère took a pack of cigarettes from the jacket she'd been laying on and lit one. She sucked down the initial nicotine rush and held it in her lungs before letting it steam out through her nose and mouth.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She glanced at Rosinante and saw that he was staring at the sky in wonder. "You see so many stars out here."
"You really don't," she replied. "You can see it best in the boonies where I'm from. There's more up there than you can imagine."
"Yeah…?"
"Yeah. There's not just stars up there, but stardust, swirling and colorful and vibrant. I dunno how to explain it if you haven't seen it."
"Well, this is a lot of stars compared to what I grew up with," Rosinante shrugged. "When I was really little, I lived in a place that was well-lit at night, and after that was an island with a big city. We never saw this many stars." He watched as she took another drag and furrowed his brow. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Smoke."
"Oh… picked it up to piss people off back home. It's easy to bum spares off of officers here."
"I thought it was the other way around."
"Nah; it's symbiotic, and it keeps me on their good sides." She took the paper stick from her lips and held it towards him. "Want some?"
"I… I shouldn't…"
"Rosi, we just fucked on Marine HQ's roof and you are worried about a cigarette?" He rolled his eyes as he took the cigarette from her and inhaled slightly. It felt as though he was choking and he coughed all the smoke out, nearly gagging in the process. "Lightweight."
"I'm not a smoker," he replied thinly, still recovering from the coughing fit.
"Growing up around all the officers? I'm surprised." She took another drag and tried to make it look as sultry as possible—it was working for him, honestly. "I can fix that."
"I'd rather you not."
Bell-mère let smoke pour from her nostrils and she stubbed the partial cigarette out on a shingle so she could finish it later. She leaned in and began to nibble lightly on the back of Rosinante's jaw. "In the meantime, you ready for another round?"
"Dad's gonna wonder where I am…"
"What, still in recovery mode there?" she teased.
"No, just, I'm the one with the Fleet Admiral for a dad and he's going to come looking for me soon…"
"He'll send the goat, and you know that thing won't do shit."
"I'd rather the goat not be staring at us."
"Chicken shit." She stopped her advance, yet did not move, instead keeping herself snug against him. "You know, you're going to have to come to my home village one of these days."
"Oh yeah…? Why's that?"
"I want to show you stars."
Yeah. He think he'd like that.
A/N: ...and we're done! Thanks for reading!