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04 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀

FLUFF.

BORIS WALKED PAST YOU brushing against your skin, newly lit cigarette hanging from his lips. he grabs the pair of car keys thrown on the table and tucks them into his back pocket, "get up, we're going for a drive."

you lift your head from the white pillowcase and the sun cast directly to your skin, lighting it a warm, golden orange tone. the sun was setting and you were still lying in bed; was a calm and lazy day for the both of you, a day to enjoy one another's company. "am not dressed, boris." you quietly said.

boris pulls a drawer from the dresser and caught a t-shirt between his fingers, throwing it directly to you. you reach for it in the air and held it in you hands while boris opened his mouth to speak, "'ere, put that on."

you threw the large shirt over your head (was boris' shirt of course) and swung your legs to the side of the mattress, feet dangling above the floor. you push yourself from the mattress, sheets scattered across the bed and touch your feet to the cold floor; you walk into boris' arms and press your right cheek against his chest, inhaling his musty, but masculine scent.

he bent down to kiss the top of your hair, messy as it sat atop your head. boris tucked his cold hands under your shirt and rests them against the small of your back, rubbing your soft skin simultaneously. the sound of his cigarette burning between his lips played while you both stood wrapped in each others embrace, not a thing keeping you apart.

you tilt your head upwards and kiss underneath his chin, holding your lips against his skin for a bit longer than you needed too. boris removed his hands from your body and pulls away from you, "put some shorts on, i wanna get out of here before the sun sets." he sets for the door after he speaks and leans against the wall, watching as you found what you needed.

slipping on a pair of shorts that were going to be hidden under your shirt anyway, you grabbed a pack of cigarettes and followed boris out the door. as you walked out of the door frame the outdoor air hit you; it was warm out considering that it was early fall, the leaves turning a variety of colours before they fell to the ground. you slip your hand into boris' and he tugged you towards his car; his 1959, chevy impala.

boris reaches for the door handle and pulls open the passenger door, you throwing your cigarettes onto the dash and crawling inside, pulling the door shut behind you as boris steps away towards the other side of the car. he threw himself inside and started the car with a foot still dangling outside the vehicle. the sound of the engine flooded the air, driver side door slamming shut soon following.

driving off in his white exterior and red interior open roof car, you turn up the music so that it was loud enough for others to hear as you passed every other vehicle parked alongside you. boris had his arm thrown on the outside of the car, driving only with his right hand resting upon the wheel. you slouch in your seat and throw your head onto the headrest, watching everything you drove past lighting up as the sun fell down.

"pass me my shades, love. is bright out 'ere." you lean forward and open the passenger counsel in front of you, grasping the case between your fingers. you lift it open and hook the round, black ray bands onto your fingers, opening the arms and handing them to boris' open hand as he waited for you. he pushed them up on the bridge of his freckled nose and returned to previous position.

as the both of you set for the highway, you rest your elbow on the side of the car and turn to face boris, left converse propping up on the seat as you turned your body and gave in your attention to him. you felt as the vehicle gained speed and watched as the air ran up the windshield and blew into his dark curly hair. and boy what a sight; boris was shirtless wearing only dad blue jeans and a loose belt tied around his waist, slightly hugging his body.

you began to chew your thumb nail as you got lost in watching him, devoting his attention to the open road in front of you, no car ahead, nor behind. the wind blew against your hair, sending it in every direction and knotting it in several places. you notice the lighter in the cup holder of the car and stuck your hand out for it, grabbing it between your fingers; as well as the almost empty package of cigarettes. you pull one from the box and stick it between your lips, bending down behind the windshield to light it. your hand shielding your mouth, not wanting the wind interfering with the focus of the flame. the stick caught fire and you bring your head back up, inhaling your first hit of the full cigarette.

boris stuck his hand out in your direction, signalling that he wanted one himself; of course. you lean over towards him and pull another cigarette from the box, sticking it between his parted, pink lips. you shield his mouth with the drug hanging from his lips to bring the lighter up to his face, flicking the igniter in hopes of the stick to catch fire. when it lit, you fell back in your seat and took your cigarette out of your mouth to release the smoke you held in your lungs - into the wind.

you brought your right leg up on the seat to your chest and tucked your left foot under it, leaning your right arm on the leg propped in front of you. you press your hand against your face and stuck your fingers into the side of your hair by your ear. while doing so, you felt boris slide his hand onto your left thigh, resting it there while he now drove with his left hand. you peel his hand from your body and lace your fingers together, rubbing his knuckles with the pad of your thumb.

the sun had lowered in the sky as time flew by, the air outside beginning to bite at your bare skin, considering that it was continuously whirling through the vehicle at a rapid pace as boris illegally drove over the speed limit; but no biggie.

you push yourself from your seat and place a kiss to boris' jaw, embracing his presence. when you pull away boris unlaces his fingers from yours and grabs your face with his hand, pulling you in for a kiss. as dangerous as this was, he did it quite often with absolutely no hesitation or fear. he held you against his lips for some time before letting go and kissing you again quickly, licking his lips after the fact; adverting his focus right back to the road furthering in front of his, chevy impala.