You slowly blow smoke out of your mouth. The music hums low in the now cloudy car Your plug sits in the driver seat as you two pass the joint back and forth. You can feel your eyes hood and they probably look just as bloodshot as his do But fuck, does he look hot when he's high. Maybe it's the drugs or maybe not because you find him attractive in any mental state He catches you staring, a smirk pulling at his lips "What?" He asks as more smoke escapes his lips You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and give a small shake of your head. His eyes frag to your lips before his eyes flash back to meet yours. You title your head at him and he moves his hair out of his eyes. "Trying to seduce me, love?" He says with a jerk of his chin You move closer to him, your body just above the centre console of the car "is it working?" You ask, your voice low and teasing He brings his face closer to yours "You know it always does" You smile before his lips meet yours. His tongue teasing its way into your mouth. He ruins his hand into your hair while the other holds onto your waist, pulling you closer. You fully move your body over his, straddling his lap. He pulls your hips into his and a moan escapes your lips at the contact. Kissing him always felt so much better when you were high