A/N: Just some random ramblings. I got the idea from kissing my boyfriend just after I had drank some coffee and he had had a cigarette. The next couple of parts are related but not meant to be in..a certain order.
She sat on the leather couch, sipping the vanilla coffee she enjoyed every morning. She surveyed the room around her. The room was comfortable, her own personality showing from the decorations in the room. The walls were black with bright colours in paintings and flowers. She wondered when he'd be home. But it didn't matter for now. She knew he'd be there soon.
Just as she thought of getting up and making breakfast, the door opened and he stepped in. He was a head taller than her, dressed in loose, comfortable clothes and an exhausted smile. She could tell he was tired, having been up all night. His eyes searched her body, as they always did when he got home. She was wearing one of his large shirts, a picture of Marilyn Manson on it. She loved that shirt. He smiled as his eyes found her long, pale legs under the edge of the shirt. He brought his eyes up, seeing her curves through the loose shirt. Her auburn hair was tied into a messy knot at the base of her neck, she was without the make-up, showing her naturally pale skin and bright toffee eyes.
She swiftly stepped up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He pulled her closer, holding her tightly. He smelled of cigarette smoke and mint. She knew that scent well and buried her face in his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, smelling the coffee scent that always clung to her body.
The apartment they lived in together was filled with the scent of coffee and cigarettes. Something they both loved. He stepped back and looked into her eyes. She was smiling. He placed a chaste kiss on her soft lips. She took his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
She pulled him into the large, warm bed they had gotten years ago, and pushed her body close to him. He looked at her with wonder. He never fully believe that this was real. And he was amazed that she loved him. But he had stopped saying that long ago. She smiled shyly through her long lashes and kissed him passionately. He slid his hands under the bottom of the shirt and ran them up to her curved chest. His fingertips found her hard nipples and he slowly teased her. Her eyes fluttered and her lips parted. After a few minutes of this, she slowly pulled his hands from under the shirt and kissed his fingertips. She moved closer to him and buried her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her they fell asleep to the smell of coffee and cigarettes.
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