AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

The Original Nirvana

"I mean, it's gotta be possible right? You can kill and fuck, you're practically a general alive human....minus the, y'know, leaving the house and walking around bit."

"yeah but getting high? I seriously doubt I can do that."

"welllll! Let's try it. I'll take a hit and blow the smoke into your mouth yeah?"

Tate barely gave you a verbal agreement before the flame lit up your faces. Eyes meeting eachothers as the joint was quickly lit. A thundery night was just so cliché for tonight. Getting high under the themes of a moonlight and a thunderstorm. If Tate wasn't able to join you in it, that would've made it a waste of a good smoke. "God I hope this works.." the ghost boy muttered under his breath.

Just as he muttered his words, your hands met Tate's cheeks, two of your fingers holding onto the small joint. You brought your friend's face close. He instinctvely let his lips part, and you lightly blew the smoke you held in your cheeks, into his own. Tate took it, but coughed slightly. Wow...ghosts could still suprise you after so long. It made you smile when it happened, but didn't let go of his cheeks. "I think that might work.."

"you think?" Lips close. Too close for comfort as the musk of weed filled the little area you two were sat in. He hummed in response. Hitting fuck it, and kissing you. Letting the taste of him, mix with that smoke you still held between your fingers. Tate's hand instinctvely found the smoke, picking it up and placing it down in your ashtray, moving back against your bed as it happened.

Just following Tate's movements, the sides of your thighs found his, settling yourself down on his lap. Contuining to kiss eachother so desperately. So needily. "...can I have some more?" He asked quietly, barely pulling away from your own lips. With a little smile, one hand of yours rested on Tate's chin, holding him in place. The other picked up the blunt again.

"Straight from the source?"

"...yeah." He answered with a small, nervous smile. It just caused a chuckle from you, and happily placed the smoke between his lips, letting him inhale. "J-jesus.." He coughed again as he took in the smoke.

"mm too much, Tate?"

"n-no...I'm fine."

You chuckled again, kissing Tate. Letting it heat up this time. Hands wandering up your shirt. Little grips on your back, grips on his jacket. Slipping your shirts off, distracting from the thunderstorm outside. "I think I prefer this.." Tate whispered against your lips.

"Cheesy.."