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new theme but it's butch cowboy shoko theme 😛

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"ignoring the intimacy."

- wine kissed mouths, and half drags of a cigarette.

You sat directly in front of her, legs nearly touching, watching the way the lousy box fan perched crooked on the shelf stirred the air just enough to send strands of her hair swaying. Each flicker caught the dusty, half-broken orange glow of the lightbulb inside the shaded lamp, giving her that strange haloed sleepy look, like stumbling through a fever dream.

She brought the cigarette to her lips again, the faint crackle of burning paper breaking the silence before she exhaled. The smoke unfurled in slow, silver ribbons, spilling through the dimness before catching in her throat. She coughed once, low and muffled, then laughed at herself, passing it to you with wine-stained lips curling in a lazy smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured, her voice low from the smoke, still laughing.

The glasses of wine, two of them, lay neglected on the fancy coaster you swore you’d keep in good shape. Both half-empty, both smeared at the rim with her lipstick. The bottle sat beside them, its thin glass sweating red around the seams, almost bleeding into the table’s grain. Her hospital coat hung over the back of the couch, forgotten, her khaki pants crumpled nearby. Now only the black turtleneck clung to her frame, riding up just enough to reveal the lace of her underwear—wine-colored lace, perfectly matching the spills that stained the floor.

You took the cigarette when she pressed it into your fingers, her nails brushing your skin with just enough pressure to make it deliberate. Through each shared pass, you tasted her lingering on the filter—her lipstick, her gloss, the faint wetness of her mouth. She gestured with her hands when she spoke, careless, knocking against your wrist, brushing the back of your hand, as if touch didn’t mean anything. But it did.

Each sip of red you took only deepened the weight of it all, the blackberry taste sharp against your tongue, the way her smile flashed that right dimple—the one that always drew your gaze to the small beauty mark resting just below. And when she caught you staring, she tilted her head, watching you watch her, until the heat rose in your chest and shame forced your eyes away.

“You’re too easy to read,” she teased softly, her laughter spilling into another sip.

But you couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop seeing the way her mouth glistened when she set the glass down. Couldn’t stop tracing the lines of her throat, the sweep of her collarbone beneath that turtleneck.

The red began to smear across your lips—clumsy, maybe careless—and she noticed before you did. Her smile faltered into something quieter, something heavier, and she shifted closer. So close the air between you bent under her perfume—pinewood and roses, familiar but overwhelming, like stepping into something you shouldn’t.

She leaned over you, reaching past to grab the coat from the couch. The fabric rustled, brushing against your shoulder, her warmth pressing nearer. Then the cloth dabbed against your mouth, soft, careful. Her fingers lingered, tracing slowly from your jaw down to your throat, brushing the edge of your chest before returning to your lips.

“Messy,” she whispered, wiping the red away. But her voice was low, distracted, as though she wasn’t talking about the wine at all.

Her hand drifted lower, feather-light, fingertips brushing along the inside of your thigh. The motion was slow, unhurried, each inch stretched out until you forgot what she had even reached for, mindlessly holding your breath with every touch. She dabbed the corner of your lip again, eyes flicking up to meet yours, holding them.

Neither of you spoke about the obvious intimacy of it. Neither of you acknowledged how much more you wanted than a couple shared smokes. how the simple act of wiping spilled wine had shifted into something you can't taste.

Instead, she laughed softly to herself, dropping the coat carelessly to the floor again, and reached for her cigarette.

“You want another drag?” she asked, though she didn’t wait for your answer. She slipped it back to your mouth herself, fingertips steady, eyes lingering a second too long as the ashes dimmed on the half there cigarette.

- wrote this with shoko, in mind but can be applied to anyone.

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