The night air was cool, and the sound of distant music echoed from the venue as you stood outside, leaning against the rough brick wall of the alleyway, smoking a cigarette. The show had just ended, and you knew it wouldn't be long before Nana emerged from the back door, still riding the high of her performance.

"Smoking without me, huh?" A voice spoke, breath warm against your mouth.

Before you could reply, Nana closed the distance between you, cupping your cheeks in her hand, her lips capturing yours in a deep, hungry kiss. You felt her tongue brush against your bottom lip, and then she pulled back slightly, inhaling the smoke from your cigarette. When she exhaled, the smoke billowed between you, adding to the heady atmosphere of the night.

"You taste like trouble," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "What cigarettes are these? Or is that a new perfume you're wearing?"

Nana smirked and kissed you again, this time rougher, more possessive. Her free hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together against the wall. When she finally pulled away, you were both breathless. Nana's eyes sparkled with mischief as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of you.