Smoking Cigarettes At Night

A/N: Two things you need to know. 1.) I don’t own the characters. 2.) Don’t worry about who is the one smoking. You’ll find out in the end. Red Apple Cigarettes belong to Quentin Tarantino also. Any other questions will have to be directed to Justin, my Consiglieri.

~~~~~From \"\"\'s POV~~~~~~


My ears perked up at the sound of the door closing and quiet footsteps across the floor. It was my idea to get an apartment with a long corridor before you reach the living room and other areas of the house. It was more of a safety precaution than anything; if someone were to come in, by the time they reached the main room, we could be up and ready to defend ourselves. I heard his footsteps and exhaled the smoke I was holding in my mouth.

‘That bastard. How dare he come in at 3am!’

I saw him when he came around the couch and flicked on the lamp, seeming startled as light filled the pitch-black room and he faced me, a look of panic on his face. This wasn\'t the first time I had went through numerous packs of Red Apple Cigarettes, wating for him to come home.

‘That’s right, bitch. You’re in the shithouse now, pal!

Ed opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him.

“Did you have fun fucking your beloved Mustang?” I snapped, crossing my legs and flicking the ash of my cigarette into the tray. Ed quickly glanced at the porcelain ashtray he had made for me three years ago and sighed at the numerous cigarette butts within.

He sighed again. “I hate when you smoke.”

I sighed too. “I hate when you make love to Roy instead of me.”

I ground out my cigarette and stood, running my fingers through my platinum blonde colored hair. “I’m going to bed. Don’t even try to follow me,” I warned and glared at Ed again before walking into our room and slamming the door.

Despite the fact I told him not to, Ed took a shower and crept beside me into our large bed and wrapped his arms around me. The military paid Ed very well, and he lived up to his promise of taking care of me. The apartment, the cars, everything was exquisite, but the only thing I wanted was him.

I felt his kisses on my shoulder and the crook of my neck and bittersweet tears filled my eyes.

“I wasn’t with Roy tonight, koi. I was doubting myself, doubting if I’m what you need, what you want, what you deserve.” Ed pressed down on my hip and forced me to turn over and after I did, Ed assaulted my lips, kissing me deeply and passionately.

‘His kisses always make me so weak...’

“Am I what you want?” My hoarse, wavering whisper came as the tears fell freely from my eyes. I knew Ed loved me, but confidence was never my strong suit. Ed smiled down at me and chucked me under my chin.

“Of course you’re who I want, Al. If I didn’t want you, I would have left you in that armor. But I want you to stop smoking so late at night. And why is your hair platinum...?” he trailed off, running his fingers through my strands.

I smiled back at my brother, whom I loved so dearly. “If you’d stop staying out so late, I wouldn’t smoke. Or drink. Or put Garnier in my hair,” I added, winking.

“Smoking, drinking, and hair experimentation is bad for you, Alponse. But then again, so am I.” Ed grinned wickedly as he rolled on top of me and pulled down my pants. “And I intend on showing you just how bad I can be...”

>This was just something I pulled out of my ass and wrote in like 10 minutes. Hope it made you laugh, cry, set your house on fire, ect.