smoke baby smoke baby [more alcohol baby]
[Alcohol, drugs and sex]
The wine was sweet, thick and muted, and he smiled as he swirled it lazily in his glass, slipping against the edges like a red sea. The smoke from his cigarette made the air around him look dusty before it disappeared against the light from his skin.
The television crackled behind him and he set his wine down on the railing of the balcony, rubbing a hand across his eyes before turning the page of his book. "Liberté," he called softly, his low voice snaking over the sound of the television. "Come here, une moment."
"Commercial," she called back, her voice barely registering acknowledgement.
He closed the book and set it aside, swallowing the rest of his wine quickly as he stood up, unfolding long legs from his chair. "I'm going out," he muttered quietly, his low voice almost inaudible over her show as he bent over, brushing his lips across her cheek.
She looked up quickly as he withdrew his head. "What for?"
His lips curved up into an entirely wicked smile as his fingers grasped the crystal doorknob of the front door of their penthouse. The crystal glittered underneath his palm, sparkles of light bouncing against the door and wall. "La connaissance charnelle, ma cloche."
The wine was sweet, thick and muted, and he smiled as he swirled it lazily in his glass, slipping against the edges like a red sea. The smoke from his cigarette made the air around him look dusty before it disappeared against the light from his skin.
The television crackled behind him and he set his wine down on the railing of the balcony, rubbing a hand across his eyes before turning the page of his book. "Liberté," he called softly, his low voice snaking over the sound of the television. "Come here, une moment."
"Commercial," she called back, her voice barely registering acknowledgement.
He closed the book and set it aside, swallowing the rest of his wine quickly as he stood up, unfolding long legs from his chair. "I'm going out," he muttered quietly, his low voice almost inaudible over her show as he bent over, brushing his lips across her cheek.
She looked up quickly as he withdrew his head. "What for?"
His lips curved up into an entirely wicked smile as his fingers grasped the crystal doorknob of the front door of their penthouse. The crystal glittered underneath his palm, sparkles of light bouncing against the door and wall. "La connaissance charnelle, ma cloche."