We decided to have a few drinks, I can't remember why we decided too, but drinks were on the cards and we had what others might consider a few too many.
Our legs stumbled up the stairs, limbs heavy from the alcohol we'd been drinking. She looked a little upset, the alcohol clearly living up to its reputation as we sat and cuddled on the edge of the bed, softly chattering to each other, reassuring and loving.
"I want a smoke." She states, getting up to find a pouch of tobacco and all the other items required to roll.
"Well, you can't smoke in here can you." I reply matter of factly as we currently live in a rental property that says no smoking. "And I doubt you'll be able to make it downstairs to go outside, it was a struggle getting up here." My words slightly slurred as I try to compose myself as a responsible adult. Hah! Responsible my arse, I'm drunk and horny, but I can ignore the latter as she doesn't appear overly interested in coupling with me right now, nor has she all month.
"Thats fine, I can lean out of the window and smoke it."
Her fingers deftly rolling whilst talking. How can she roll drunk... I can hardly walk, let alone do something so fiddly as roll with my fingers, I doubt they would do what I wanted them too and I'd end up with a pile of tobacco at my feet, laughing at myself for the attempt. I've never even tried to roll.
"Alright, that seems fair. Just try to keep the smoke outside and not in."
"Well, I can't control the wind. If it blows back in, it blows back in." I get fired back at me, some sarcasm at my common sense comment.
"I know, I know. Would be cool if we could though..." I say opening the window ready for when she's finished rolling, taking in the fresh air on this spring night.
She slides up behind me, breaking me out of my trance of breathing in the nights air, making me jump with the scraaaape of flint from a lighter.
We just stand for awhile, before she jokingly offers me the cigarette knowing I haven't smoked before, but I'm drunk and think it's a good idea, mildly regretting my decision as I cough and she stands there, smoking and laughing at me.
"Bastard." I say to her, even though I knew I would cough, it's more aimed at her laughing.
"Hey, you took it out of my hand when i offered it up." She fires back at me grinning. There's that smile I so love seeing on her face, although it took me dying for a minute or two to bring it to the fore. Bit of irony in that I suppose, my pain her gain but that would also be true in other ways, since I'm a masochist and she's a sadist.
Leaving the window open, we find ourselves led on the bed kissing and cuddling, my reassurance of her continuing as she's still feeling down. My arms around her torso as she sits, fingers tracing across the skin of her shoulders and upper back as I plant small kisses on her forehead between us talking.
Time passes, and before long we're kissing. Passionately. I don't remember how this started, all I know is that my lips are pressed to hers and an all too familiar itch is rising in me, and in her.
Our hands are roaming, still clothed, trying to find patches of skin to run our fingers over needily. Mine finds the nape of her neck, pulling her to my mouth a little more as I hold her there for a few seconds.
Our embrace ends and we touch foreheads, looking into each others eyes, her green eyes pits of beauty and longing looking back at me.