everybody knew about natalie’s smoking habit, and nobody really cared. she did it a lot, especially around you. most likely because she knows you don’t mind it, and she’s always around you.

you’d never smoked before, not heavily. an odd drag or two doesn’t count. however, your girlfriend was constantly trying to get you to smoke with her. not because she wants you to be unhealthy, nat just wants to have a smoking buddy, as she calls it.

“come on, one session won’t hurt you, babe..” nat said in bed one night, kissing your jaw to try and persuade you. and it helped, because you agreed.

the both of you sat on a rooftop, and natalie helped you light your cigarette as the last time you did it was a few years ago when you were drunk at a new year’s eve party.

you coughed and spluttered after the first few, adjusting to it again, but then you got the hang of it. you and natalie talked while smoking, and soon enough she was trying to persuade you to get properly high with her.

“come on, i’ve got some weed in my pocket. won’t hurt you.” natalie said, tracing gentle circles on your thigh as to try and get you to say yes.

you’d usually say no, but with how nice the nicotine felt, you figured weed wouldn’t be too bad.

natalie was controlling herself properly, knowing how much to take, but she wasn’t carefully watching you. and before she knew it, you’d smoked more than you should’ve.

your hands felt tingly & your brain fuzzy, and it didn’t take long for natalie to notice the signs. “god, you’re high.” she snickered, grinning at you.