Cigarette kisses

The cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.

Fumes escaping from his nose, the sides of his lips.

Eyes on hers, watching how her lips wrap around the small burning stick. Only she could look so pretty when smoking but he looks sleepless almost exhausted.

A few more puffs and he throws the stick away the last ghost of fumes escaping his scarred lips like a hush. Placing his elbows on his knees he leans forward watching her closely, legs straight, her head against his knee and how the smoke continues to come out her perfect lips. Fingers that have seen better days run through her golden waves, moving locks away from her face and just soothing the wild ones away.

Blue eyes close and lean into the touch and he can't help but wonder how something so simple as sharing a cigarette with her could be so relaxing, how running his fingers through her yellow locks could make him feel a sense of peace that seemed to unreal to him.

"What's on your mind?" Her tender voice speaks as more fumes escape her mouth and he swears he wants to catch each and every puff with his mouth. He shakes his head and mutters "Nothing" It's the truth but that's the beauty.

The peaceful days are filled with nothing.

Silent touches and cigarettes.

Nothing stale about it.

He takes her cigarette between his pointer and middle finger and places it on his lips. The familiar taste of her lip stick dancing around his mouth along with the fumes of the cig. She glares up but her eyes softened when she sees him trying to capture the taste of her mouth in his.

Putting away the cigarette he holds the fumes in his mouth and leans down to meet her gaze better. Realizing the fumes she catches it by opening her mouth and inhaling.

As if he's the cigarette.

Lord knows that he's just more than a cigarette.

He's the whole god damn pack.

She exhales out and smiles at him. Her lips pressing against his bare ones and letting the dance of smokes begin. Somehow his tastes his natural taste over powers the cigarette one and in a twisted way her vanilla scented lips mingle with her own cigarette lips.

Soon enough his on the floor and she on top of him, her mouth still glued to his and maybe just maybe she's breathing some sort of life into him. The smoke itself had killed it all but that mouth of hers could take things apart and put them together again.

His hands gripped the hem of her shirt sliding the fabric upwards and letting her skin exhale. The shirt caressed his nose in the process and that scent that was just pure Harley lingered and skated on his face for minutes. As her lips descended down to his chest he couldn't help and let his eyes close.

An inhale.

Her hands ran up and down the sides of his stomach and that sensation of peace came back again and even if he wanted to scare it away he let it molest his skin and kiss the evil to sleep.

"What do you have...that makes me want you so much?" He asked but not directly at her maybe to the lingering scent of the cigarettes. She sat up on his waist and looked down at him, those big blue eyes he had gotten used to waking up to leaving a trail of shivers down his skin and bones and somehow he just had to smile back at her.

It's a peaceful night and it's creeping inside his skin much like she did the first time they met.

"I love you" She circles his heart and leans down to catch his lips again.
"I know you do" he smirks and moves away her blond waves.
"Such an asshole you are" She giggles out and slaps him playfully on the chest.

He's used to her. There's no doubt about it. He enjoys her even when they fight and shout, he still crawls next to her and buries his face in her hair and wonders where he found something to surreal as she.

Smoke all the cigarettes you can but for him Harley is way beyond alcohol and cigs. She's something more than chocolate or ecstasy. She's like that warm shower that unwinds the aching muscles, the first ray of sunlight in the morning that hurts your eyes, those warm sheets that smell so girly but you can't help and giggle when you get the smell stuck on your body.

She's those typical things in life that he never got the chance to experience well.

Running his fingers up and down her spine, feeling her breath on his neck and just letting the peaceful night wash over the fast life they lead.

He won't admit anything dough.

No he'll stay silent about it and let her lips kiss the things away.

But he knows that on nights like this one he actually sleeps better.

Secretly she knows that too.