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Your mind was all warm and fuzzy, your eyes slowly opening with a soft smile on your face.
You focused on the man above you, his face soft and his dark brown hair slightly sweaty from your activities just now.
Sure, everything was still a blur but all you know is that you've never felt so calm before.
You slowly crawled out from under him, rolling onto your side under the blanket. He did the same, curling up behind you.
He slowly snaked his arms around your waist, burying his head into your shoulder.
"I really needed that, Tim... Thank you"
You mutter under your breath, your eyelids getting heavy.
"Of course, darling"
He replied, the feeling of him smiling against your shoulder.
He sat back up, his back against the headboard. He reached over to your shared wooden nightstand, grabbing a cigarette from his pack.
Grabbing his lighter, he lighted the cigarette up, the familiar smell of smoke filling the room and bringing comfort.
You sat up beside him, stretching your arms above your head. You stared up at the popcorn ceiling for a while, for no reason at all but to stare.
Turning your head to the side, you looked at Tim's cigarette. The way it's smoke was curling up in the air was satisfying to watch. The way the tip of the cigarette turned red and burned each time he inhaled was consistent, predictable.
"Can I try?"
The words left your mouth before you could even think about it, but it was true.
He looked at you, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.
Sure, he can't deny you of trying the cigarette, that'd just be hypocritical but this certainly was unexpected.
"You sure?"
He asked, genuinely wondering if it was just off of impulse or actual want.
"Yeah. Looks nice."
You replied, shrugging your shoulders.
You hesitantly took the cigarette in between your middle and index finger, looking at him for approval before doing so.
The gesture seemed so new and odd that it was almost interesting.
You brought it up to your lips, wrapping them around the foreign object.
It... Didn't taste the best that's for sure. When you inhaled, the smoke hit the back of your throat, the smoke slowly filling the space in your lungs.
Coughing filled the room, you holding onto your chest.
"Shit- are you ok?"
Tim asked, taking the cigarette from you and holding his arm on your back.
The coughing was over in less than a minute, and you stared at the wall.
Surprisingly, you just burst out laughing.
"That was just sad"
You continued laughing, some coughs falling into the mix.
"Hold on, maybe I won't cough so much this time-"
You reached for the cigarette again, hoping to try to increase your tolerance only to be met with a hand to the face.
"Are you sure you're not going to die on me?"
Tim asked, holding the cigarette away from you.
"Because I don't want you making a dumb mistake and then ending up in the hospital. Smoking ain't for everybody."
He continued, looking into your eyes as he tried to change your mind.
"Nah, it's alright. I promise I won't die on you"
You smile, reaching for the cigarette again.
This time, the way the smoke filled your lungs was actually comforting in a way. You didn't cough it all up this time, much to your luck.
"This isn't that bad..."
You muttered, looking at the cigarette like that was unexpected.
"Really?"
Tim asked, taking the cigarette gently from your hands and bringing it up to his lips to take a draw.
"Yeah, like, sure I almost died the first time but I actually kinda like it. It's comforting"
You leaned your head against his shoulder, covering up to your shoulders with the fuzzy black blanket you both shared.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of Tim's skin against yours and the smell of cigarette smoke.
"One more draw before I fall asleep?"
You asked, yawning, and looking up at him with puppy eyes.
"Fine"
He mutters back, handing it to you.
You inhale the smoke, the comfort washing over you despite the horrid taste.
"Thanks Tim"
You say, letting your eyes close and your brain bring you to dreams for the night.