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“Have I ever told you that I find you smoking really hot?”
That caught Daryl off guard. He blew the smoke out of his lungs in a slow and smooth motion and cocked his head over to you, brows furrowed. “Why? Not a very healthy thing to find hot.”
“Oh I know.” You snickered. “It's just… the way you hold the cigarette in between your fingers. The way your lips purse. The way you inhale so smoothly without even a cough afterwards. It's mesmerizing, if I'm being honest.”
Daryl rolled his eyes at that comment, looking forward again. “Guess that's why yer always eyein’ me while I'm on mah smoke breaks.”
“I'm always eyeing you!” You quickly corrected.
Daryl then took another long drag of his cigarette, but instead of blowing it forward, he turned his head and blew the cloud of smoke directly in your face.
Your brain faltered, almost as if your thoughts were lost in the cloud of smoke that now surrounded your head. You gazed back at Daryl, pupils wide with adoration. You didn't even care that Daryl was now chuckling as a result of your reaction.
“Can you… can you do that again?” You sheepishly asked.
He chuckled again, amused that this was getting such a jarring reaction out of you. He smirked, almost deviously. “I can do somethin’ even better.”
He took yet another drag, but looking at you directly in the eyes this time. It was purposefully as slow as he could make it, building the tension to its peak. After he was finally done breathing in, his hand suddenly grasped your chin. He pulled you into a slow and sensual kiss, while simultaneously blowing the smoke into your open mouth. The warmth from Daryl's mouth combined with the smoke that you were unconsciously breathing in was driving you up the wall, and Daryl could tell.
Daryl pulled away first, leaving your eyes closed for a second. When you opened them, you were met with a sneer plastered on his face, his eyes half-lidded and slightly looking down on you. You, on the other hand, were frazzled. After your mouth being agape for a couple seconds, you burrowed your face in the archer's chest, not being able to look him in the eyes.
Daryl's deep chuckle rumbled throughout his chest. “Ya liked tha’, sweetheart?”
You vigorously nodded against his bicep, and he brought his hand up to the back of your head to pet your hair.
“‘Kay. I'll remember tha’.”