Our Violent Desires

"They say I'm a bad influence."

I snapped my eyes, with a hint of worry, towards the man's lean figure as he looked at me with nothing short of lust. I took a drag from my joint, waiting for the effects to kick in as I slowly let out the smoke that accumulated my lungs. He smiled at me warmly, pushing off the tree he was against and stood in front of me. I took the opportunity to softly inhale his scent.

He smelled like home.

He brushed the tangles of my hair from my eyes, lingering on the side of my face once he placed the unruly hair in it's desired location. He caressed my cheek with soft brushes of his fingers and I held back a wide smile that was ready to spread across my face at his gentleness.

He finally spoke, acknowledging the statement that left my mouth minutes before, "You are. Look at what you're doing to me." I smiled sheepishly, taking another long drag from the stick before handing it to him.

I smirked, studying his handsome features as he closed his eyes, tilting his head back and taking a hit. I took the joint from him greedily, coyly looking up from my eyelashes, "It's illegal."

He knew I wasn't talking about the pot, "But it feels so damn good."

His dark eyes twinkled and it was hard to believe he was the same innocent man I met just a few months ago. I tugged on his belt, pulling him closer, and wrapped a hand around his neck, bring his head down to my level to kiss him.

He tasted like marijuana and high school.

I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss, my hand cradling his head as my other held the cigar away from us. Our kiss lingered, starting out passionate and then ending to be subtle and calm. We pulled back as if time didn't matter, a content smile on both of our faces.

He lay his forehead against mine, kissing my nose and then trailing down my face to my bare neck. He sucked at the sensitive spot just above my collar bone and I gave out a small sigh that turned into a moan as he flickered his tongue on my pulse. He pulled back with a satisfied, cocky smirk, playing with the tendrils of my hair as I looked into his eyes. My breath touched his lips as I spoke, his scent and touch almost making me forget what I was referring to, "So wrong that it must be right."

I leaned in to give him another kiss, one that was cut off short by the blaring of a siren in the distance, the sound coming closer and closer, my heart beat increased in panic. We shared a quick, worried look before running off our separate ways.

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Hi, some of you might remember me, I had lots of one shots and stories posted on here; I deleted them. I guess it was just me wanting to start over. Let's see how this goes. This is a prologue, although a short one, leading to a long-ish story. Let me know what you think, I'm a review whore, so click away darlings.