It was quiet tonight. You stood next to Simon at the watch post, the cold air biting at your exposed skin and sinking into your bones; it was colder than it usually was around this time of year. The only light came from the soft glow of the moon and the ember of Simon's cigarette. You turned your head towards him, the golden glow casting shadows across his face for just a second before fading back again.

"Got another one?" you glanced at him hopefully, breaking the silence. He exhaled a long stream of smoke before shaking his head.

"Last one," he muttered, holding up the cigarette between his fingers. "Should've planned better."

This made you huff, shoving your hands into your pockets and looking back out into the empty stretch of land, you didn't know you were going to be stuck out here this long. Simon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a smirk tugging faintly at the edge of his lips. His knowing look annoyed you.

"Come here," he said, his voice low, hardly a rumble in his chest.

You gave him a questioning look but he didn't answer; just tilting his head slightly and gesturing for you to lean in to him. Hesitantly, you did; and before you could question him again he took another deep drag, and leaned down to exhale directly towards your parted lips.

The smoke curled between you both in lazy tendrils, warm and bitter as it ghosted over your lips. Your faces were impossibly close now, hardly more than a breath apart. The intimacy caught you off guard, instinctively inhaling as your eyes flicked up to meet his. He held your gaze for a moment longer than necessary before straightened back up and taking a step back; flicking the ash from the end of the cigarette with a practiced motion.

"Good enough for you?" his tone laced with amusement. "Might even shut you up for a bit."