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The way that you stared at each other only proved that fact. You shifted again, getting on your knees once more. You rested a hand on Wriothsley's knee while the other held your cig. The pair were close enough to smell the faint remnants of each other's shampoo.

Wriothesley's eyes began to glaze over, the scent of the cigarette smoke becoming more and more apparent to him. The way you shifted and moved your body, inching closer to him again... it made him feel... different. It was undeniable he had also gotten into a daze from the smoke. The two were so close now, that they were practically mere inches apart.

It was only now that your breathing began to shift. Wriothesley could hear it now, your chest rising and falling with each exhale. Your chin and eyes drooped an inch, seemingly gazing at Wriothesley's neck or the necklace resting near his collar. You took another puff, shifting your hand another bit up the latter's leg. It was all about anticipation now.

Wriothesley could hear your breaths now, and it was like the sound was drowning all other sounds around him. The way you were staring at his neck, looking at his collar and necklace... and the hand that was inching up his leg... it was all he could focus on right now.

He felt himself getting more and more dizzy, and he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on your lips. He could feel you close by, and he was so close to leaning closer now…

Before your conscience had a chance to stop you, he had already captured your lips.