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“You taste like smoke.” Marcia muttered. Dally chuckled and tightened his hold on Marcia’s waist with a lazy grin.
“C’mon, babe, ya know ya like it.” Dallas teased. Marcia rolled her eyes before a smile found its way onto her face, god she couldn’t believe she loved him this much.
“No but really, when was the last time you smoked?” Marcia asked, her eyes shining with a mischievous glint. Now Dally would never say this out loud, especially with how it sounds, but Marcia sometimes reminded him of Two-Bit the way she joked or her teasing.
“An hour ago.” Dally replied.
Marcia scrunched up her face in confusion, “How fucking strong is your smoke- it tastes like you just had one!” Marcia laughs in confusion as Dally cackles.
“I guess I just like ‘em strong, babe.” Dally responded, though his comment was more than just about his smoke brand.
Marcia smirked slightly, humming a response as she started kissing him again.
Hehehe, bonus
“You taste like smoke.” Marcia muttered.
Dally looked at the smoke in his hand, then back at Marcia. “No shit-”
