Vulquinn One-shots

Light My Cigarette?

"Fuck I need a cig." I say quietly to myself as I look around to find the closest exit to the house. Among the flashing lights and sweating bodies, I push my way through with constant apologies spewing out of my mouth with each person I bump into. I make my way out of the stuffy room and am relieved with the refreshing crisp late night air.

I'm not a monster, I would never smoke inside of the house, especially not someone else's house. I pull out my pack of cigarettes from my pocket, flip the top open, and place one of them carefully between my lips. I check my pockets for my lighter but I can't seem to feel around for it.

"Fuck." I say frustrated as I pull the cigarette from my mouth.

"Need a light?" Before I could fully put the cigarette back into the pack, I look to where the voice comes from. A guy with shaggy hair and soft eyes stands there looking at me. His arm outstretches and offers up a lighter.

"Thanks." I place the cigarette back into my mouth and watch as the orange dancing flame ignites the end of it. I take a deep breath in watching as the end of the cigarette burns a beautiful amber color and feel as the smoke slowly trickles in. It burns the back of my throat in the best way and I feel my nerves begin to ease. I exhale and watch as the cloud of smoke slowly dissipates. "Name's Sal by the way." I flick away the ashes off of the end and look back to the gentleman stood before me, he's kind of cute i'll admit.

"Quinn. Friends call me Q though." He smiles and leans his back up against the side of the house next to me.

"Nice to meet you Quinn, you out here for a smoke too?"

"Nah, I don't smoke. Just out here for some fresh air and a good view." He winks over to me and I half choke on the air I was breathing. He starts chuckling at my miniature fit and his voice rumbles in my ears in the best way.

"Not a smoker but has a lighter, that's not weird at all." I take another long drag off of my cigarette. "It's probably better for you this way though, this is my nasty habit. I'm not proud of it."

"Well maybe I don't smoke, but maybe i'm a pyromaniac and that's why I have a lighter." He shoots a crazed look to me and I laugh as I blow out another cloud of smoke.

"With eyes like those, i'd guess you're too soft to be a pyromaniac." I fire back with some flirtatious attitude. He blinks a couple of times almost as a way to acknowledge the compliment and remind himself that they are in fact a feature on his face. He smiles and I felt my heart palpitate. I finish off the last puff of smoke and crush the butt of the cigarette under my foot.

"You wanna ditch this party and go on an adventure?" He looks at me with a questioning look on his face and a smile that said he knew what my answer was gonna be. We both look back to the front entrance that was barely cracked. Inside were strobing disco lights, a pool of sticky hot bodies melding together on the makeshift dance floor, and blaring music that made my chest thump with every beat and would definitely damage your ear drums.

"Go back into a gross party with sweaty drunks or get lost with a possible pyromaniac who let me use his lighter." I pause and scratch my chin dramatically which gets a good laugh out of him. "I'm kidding. Let's ditch this place! You seem pretty cool." We both walk out onto the sidewalk and the sounds of the party begins to fade behind us as we stray further and further away.

We get into his car and we were off on the road to who knows where. We talked about our favorite music until he rolled down the windows and blasted his music, we both sang along not caring who could hear us. He was a complete stranger but I had never felt more connected to someone, it felt like I was supposed to meet him.

We continued along the barren midnight roads of Staten Island, cigarette in my finger tips and smoke pouring out of my window. Every time I looked over to Quinn, there was just something hypnotic in his eyes, and that little smirk he had tugging at the corners of his lips hooked my heart in.

"So Casanova, where are you taking us?" I finally question, practically yelling over the music. He reaches for the volume and turns it down a few notches.

"Just to my favorite place in town." I should feel nervous that he's gonna kill me, but I trust him in a weird way. Maybe because I have let my guard down he most certainly WILL kill me. But I shrug my shoulders, at least i'll die in the hands of someone cute.

Soon were in an empty parking lot to what I assume is a park of some sorts. We get out and he takes me by the hand and guides me up on a hill.

"Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna kill me aren't you?" I joke. He rolls his eyes and we both sat down on the cool grass and look up to the sky. What I saw took my breath away: It was so poorly lit in the park that I could see the entire sky light up with speckles of light for once. Stars as far as the sky could reach, endless combinations of constellations that glistened beautifully.

"My favorite place. Away from people, away from commotion, tranquil." He says quietly. Our hands were at our sides and I feel the warmth of his palms smooth over the top of my head. I look down and my eyes trail up to his and my cheeks heat up. I haven't blushed because of someone in so long. It felt so right.

Our bodies lean in closer to each other and we allow everything to unfold naturally. Were kissing under the light of the moon and the stars. It was warm and inviting, sweet and simple. We pull away and our eyes flutter open and he snickers.

"What? Am I that bad of a kisser?" I say smiling as well because of his contagious laughter.

"No, not at all. You just taste like strawberries and cigarettes." Fuck. I forgot all about my nasty smokers breath, but at least my strawberry chapstick made up for that.

"That just gave me another reason to quit smoking. Can't be kissing hot guys tasting like an ash tray." We both laugh together and continue to look up to the stars. We trace pictures with our fingertips in the sky, playing connect the dots with each radiating sparkle in the sky. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling myself growing tired.

"Maybe I should take you home." He says as he helps me up off of the grass.

"But I don't want tonight to end." My shoulders slump and I pout a little. I truly didn't want such a peaceful night to end, and I wanted nothing more than to spend more time with Quinn. We start to tread through the grass and back to the parking lot.

"Well I guess we'll just have to do this again then, huh? Only if you're up for it though." He looks over his shoulder to me and I felt my heart stop. I grow bashful and feel myself trying to find words to speak but i'm far too flustered.

"I... I just... I... Of course... I would love that." I finally get it out of my system and just give him a goofy shy smile.

"It's a date then." We both are sat back in his car and he takes me home, but now it was calm and quiet. I looked out the car window and looked to the sleeping neighborhood. We pull up to my home and I groan a little. I was comfortable in the seat, and it also meant that I would actually officially call it a night. Before I could leave the car he pulls me in for one final kiss. "Glad you took a chance on the potential pyromaniac?" He smirks against my lips.

"Only if you're glad that you took a chance on the guy that tastes like strawberries and cigarettes." I get out of the car and walk to my front door.

"Text me tomorrow, I want to see you again soon." I turn my head back to him and I nod my head and smirk. His car disappears into the night and i'm left alone in my house. I take everything out from my pockets and throw it onto a dish on the counter. Spare change, Quinn's number, and my pack of cigarettes. I stare at it in my hands and hesitantly dump them into the trash.

It's gonna be a hard habit to kick, but it'll be worth it. There's a lengthy list of reason why I should and will quit, Quinn just happens to be one of them now.