The smoke curls lazily around the balcony, the city lights painting a hazy backdrop to the night. John leans against the railing, cigarette dangling from his lips. His, gracefully, is lit. His companion's, on the other hand...

He's been watching its adamant refusal to spark out of the corner of his eye for a couple minutes now. It's almost funny if he wasn't feeling some of the frustration himself.

"Having a bit of trouble, love?" His brows tip upwards, and he stops resting his elbows against the balcony to step closer to you. "Let me give it a shot." He motions for you to put the stick in your mouth. Then he leans in, the glow of his own cigarette bridging the gap between his and your lips. Well, cigarettes.

The moment doesn't last forever, logically. But his attention never strays away from you. You're far too important to keep away, as far as he's concerned. The moment between you both suspends for however long it takes to transfer heat.

When the cigarette finally catches light, it catches John's smirk in the warm glow, too. He pulls away slowly, his gaze holding yours. Nice and deliberate got the job done. "Looks like your luck just needed a bit of a nudge." He remarks and goes back to absentmindedly watching the city, as if nothing's happened at all. The bastard.