You were tucked under Javi’s chin, tracing the line of his sternum while he smoked. He was propped against the headboard, his hand moving over your skin in a way that felt almost too domestic for what this was. He wasn't the type to linger, and he certainly wasn't the type to hold you. After all, "casual" was the only label you had.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" you challenged, your hand moving to his recently shaven jaw.

"Plenty of places," he muttered into the quiet of the room. He killed his cigarette in the tray on the nightstand. "You kicking me out?"

He started to shift, but you caught his bicep, pulling him back down before he could find his boots. He hit the bed with a low grunt, a smirk flashing across his face as you moved to hover over him.

"Was that a no?" he asked. He didn't give you a chance to answer, his hand catching the back of your neck to pull you down into a rough, breathless kiss that tasted like tobacco and intent.