Secret Smoke [New York]

[isabelowens]

Who: Iz & Marc
Where: Izzy's Hotel
When: Early Sunday morning
Follows: THIS______________________________________

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[agentfraser]

Marc had his dark hair pulled back at the nape of his neck again, and this time he had tied a red and black bandana over it, and had green contacts in with fake - but trendy - reading glasses on. Black jeans with a grey t-shirt and leather jacket completed the look, leaving him seeming more like a college student than a mafia boss this time.

The bar was empty at this late hour, thankfully. He had mostly slipped through the night unnoticed to get here, too. He smiled slightly when he saw Izzy in one of the back, dim booths and slid into it beside her. He proferred a fresh packet of cigarettes and lighter, as per his promise. "Fancy meeting you here."

[isabelowens]

"You've got my eyes," Iz smirked as she picked up the packet and took out one of the cigarettes. She let it rest between her lips briefly before picking up the lighter. "Maybe I should have said my room, but you'd still have to look like that, wouldn't you?"

She lit the cigarette, and savoured the first intake of smoke. She knew she shouldn't enjoy it, but she did. It was that first drag that was just like nothing else. Besides, James was here. Everything felt better when she was with him. She held out the cigarette for him to take.

There were many days up on top of the FBI building that she remembered sharing a cigarette with him, and they all came flooding back with such clarity. "I know I said I missed you, but it just doesn't feel like that really conveys how much."

[agentfraser]

Marc took the cigarette, nodding slowly. She put it to her lips and inhaled, watching her as he did. "I figured you'd appreciate something a bit different to how you first saw me. I know it's confronting. It still freaks Ali out. The last thing I want is you both looking at me and never seeing me again," he told her quietly.

He handed the cigarette back and linked his fingers around her other hand. "Maybe not, but I never expected the whole distant thing to heal over night. It's fucked up, I know. But here we are..."

[isabelowens]

Iz looked down at their hands as she inhaled, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, Ali mentioned some of those strong reactions she'd had. I still know it's you, though. I've always been able to see through any disguise you put on. Even if I don't know what it's going to be."

She bumped her shoulder lightly against his, hands still linked. "Yes, here we are... I'm sorry for dragging you out, but it seemed like a pretty good solution at the time. I've missed this. You and me sharing a smoke... You and me just being together. Even without the romantic stuff. Just us, you know?"