cigarettes after sex ; m.g.g

11.

he didn't know how long it had been.
how long he had spent without her keeping him company.
a cigarette occupied one hand, and a bottle in the other.
she had left once again after a quick fuck.
he desperately wanted more, but he refused to show her this.

she was at a club, didn't know which one seeing as it didn't matter.
random dude after random dude, each one wanting the same thing.
just one taste of her.
she was like a sea siren, trapping them and then thriving off the attention.

he punched the wall, screaming something about corine.
a daily routine.
he needed to get his head off of her.
the beer bottle smashed against a mirror.
his face had never been so red from rage.

she stumbled out of the club, a girl hanging off her kissing her neck.
she lit up the joint she kept behind her ear.
taking a hit as the drug hit her lung she smiled.
soon she wouldn't think of anything but getting this girl home.
they took turns smoking off of it, the girl blew some smoke in corines mouth as they kissed.
corine kissed down the girls neck as she thought about matthew, and how he had made her feel like she was floating.

neither realized how much the other needed them.

intoxicatingly toxic.