So - here's my attempt at trying to make smoking sexy.
Usual disclaimers apply.
HAZE
She watched Mick in the mirror as she sat at her vanity and brushed out her thick black hair. A smile tugged at the corner of her full lips as he reached behind him to plump up a pillow before stuffing it behind his back as he reclined against the padded headboard, chest still heaving and slicked with sweat. He pulled the corner of the sheet over his naked hips and leaned over to grab his cigarettes.
She hated the disgusting habit; the smoke overwhelmed her vampire sense of smell, but she had learned to endure much worse to achieve her goals. She shook her head slightly as she caught his hazel-eyed gaze and the pack he held out to her, then turned to watch him light up. She might hate the smell, but the ritual never failed to make her wet for him.
Mick fished a cigarette out of the crumpled pack of Camels and tapped the stick against the back of his hand. His gaze caught and held Coraline's as he touched the tip of his tongue to the back of the unfiltered butt to settle the tobacco. She shuddered at the memory of that tongue caressing her sensitive flesh and a sly smile crept over Mick's face.
He slid the cigarette into his mouth, his lips curling around the slim white stick and holding it firmly as he flipped open his lighter with his thumb. Flint rasped as he flicked the Zippo once, then twice. For a second, then two, his face was lit by the harsh flame. He held the small fire to the end of the cigarette and drew in deeply, pulling the smoke into his lungs.
Mick closed his eyes as he blew out a cloud of acrid smoke, sheer bliss in every line of his hard body. He wore the same expression as he did when he came, the pleasure of smoking nearly equal to the pleasure of burying himself in Coraline's body. He drew in again, enjoying the burn of the smoke as it blazed a trail down his throat and sneaked its insidious way through his lungs.
She watched as he smoked, holding the cigarette in his strong fingers, his hand bringing it to his lips as he inhaled again and again. Silver tendrils drifted around his head as he blew a lazy smoke ring and leveled his crooked half-smile at her. His eyes never leaving hers, he crushed out the old addiction and held out his hand to his new one.
"Come here..."
