[anna smirks. she's a corrupting influence and she knows it. but one cigarette won't kill anyone. besides, she doesn't say, god's gonna be way madder at me for this next one. she puts the pack away into her pocket, the needle with it.]
Now just hold it between your lips like this. [she takes venus by the wrist and guides his fingers upward so he can have the cigarette where she wants it to be.] And don't flinch.
[she brings her face in close to his. it's inches away, and she smells of salt and smoke and oil and anything else that venus might pick up on. her eyepatch has faded bloodstains on it; her hair is grey and a very pale red mixed in with the white. her touch is gentle, like she's done this before, like she's not forcing him to stay in one place and giving him as many chances to run away as he'd like to take. without removing her own lit cigarette, she moves her cracked lips so the little death stick she's addicted to touches the tip of venus'.]
[when she sees it spark to life, she takes her time pulling herself back. letting go of his hand. leaning back out of his personal space. she knows she's hot. she knows it, for sure. she is about to ruin it with the smoky little endcap that she can't stop herself from saying. hopefully it's in a low enough voice that it still sounds the way everything else has looked.]
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Now just hold it between your lips like this. [she takes venus by the wrist and guides his fingers upward so he can have the cigarette where she wants it to be.] And don't flinch.
[she brings her face in close to his. it's inches away, and she smells of salt and smoke and oil and anything else that venus might pick up on. her eyepatch has faded bloodstains on it; her hair is grey and a very pale red mixed in with the white. her touch is gentle, like she's done this before, like she's not forcing him to stay in one place and giving him as many chances to run away as he'd like to take. without removing her own lit cigarette, she moves her cracked lips so the little death stick she's addicted to touches the tip of venus'.]
[when she sees it spark to life, she takes her time pulling herself back. letting go of his hand. leaning back out of his personal space. she knows she's hot. she knows it, for sure. she is about to ruin it with the smoky little endcap that she can't stop herself from saying. hopefully it's in a low enough voice that it still sounds the way everything else has looked.]
Then you wrap your lips around it and suck.