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The sun was setting when they arrived at the park. The sky was already shades of pinks and oranges and yellows, with a few dying streaks of blue thrown in for good measure.
Courtney perched on top of the splintering fence. The wind blew slightly, sending hints of spring smells in the pair's direction. "How come Littleton? I mean, there's jack shit here."

Thor leaned against the fence, and dug in his pocket for his lighter. "My mom's a fucking rocket scientist." He found his cigarettes. "She got laid off."  Cigarette made it's way to his mouth. "Found a job here." Lighter met cigarette. He took a long drag and huffed.

They sat in silence, simply enjoying the other's company. Courtney didn't want to say anything. The moment was so serene. So quiet. So real. She almost wanted to cry because she knew soon she'd have to go back home and start playing the role her mother wrote for her. In an uncharacteristic moment of boldness, she plucked the cigarette from the other redread's hand and took a drag. It'd been too long since she'd last smoked.

"You could have just asked."

Her face fell flat. Expressions took energy she didn't have. "Eh."  She took another drag and handed it back. She stared off into the sunset. So peaceful. So colorful. So real. And then suddenly Thor's hand was grabbing hers, turning it over, and placing a cigarette in her palm.

"You look like you need about ten right now, but that's my last one." He lightly kicked the dirt.

Courtney placed the cigarette in her lips. Didn't ask for a lighter. Didn't give it back. And then- a tear.

Thor was in her line of sight before she could process it. His lighter. His hand so close to her lips. The flame hit the end and  she pulled the cigarette away, denying herself that sweet, sweet first drag. Instead, she kissed the knuckles of the other redhead's pinkie and ring finger. And another, on the back of his hand. She pulled the lighter from his hand and kissed his open palm. The calluses were so rough, but his touch was feather soft.  Now she took the much needed drag. Fuck hands. Fuck  kisses. Fuck soft caresses.
By the time she bothered to make eye contact, Thor was already out of her personal bubble, no matter how badly she wanted him to come back.

Description
The sun was setting when they arrived at the park. The sky was already shades of pinks and oranges and yellows, with a few dying streaks of blue thrown in for good measure.
Courtney perched on top of the splintering fence. The wind blew slightly, sending hints of spring smells in the pair's direction. "How come Littleton? I mean, there's jack shit here."

Thor leaned against the fence, and dug in his pocket for his lighter. "My mom's a fucking rocket scientist." He found his cigarettes. "She got laid off."  Cigarette made it's way to his mouth. "Found a job here." Lighter met cigarette. He took a long drag and huffed.

They sat in silence, simply enjoying the other's company. Courtney didn't want to say anything. The moment was so serene. So quiet. So real. She almost wanted to cry because she knew soon she'd have to go back home and start playing the role her mother wrote for her. In an uncharacteristic moment of boldness, she plucked the cigarette from the other redread's hand and took a drag. It'd been too long since she'd last smoked.

"You could have just asked."

Her face fell flat. Expressions took energy she didn't have. "Eh."  She took another drag and handed it back. She stared off into the sunset. So peaceful. So colorful. So real. And then suddenly Thor's hand was grabbing hers, turning it over, and placing a cigarette in her palm.

"You look like you need about ten right now, but that's my last one." He lightly kicked the dirt.

Courtney placed the cigarette in her lips. Didn't ask for a lighter. Didn't give it back. And then- a tear.

Thor was in her line of sight before she could process it. His lighter. His hand so close to her lips. The flame hit the end and  she pulled the cigarette away, denying herself that sweet, sweet first drag. Instead, she kissed the knuckles of the other redhead's pinkie and ring finger. And another, on the back of his hand. She pulled the lighter from his hand and kissed his open palm. The calluses were so rough, but his touch was feather soft.  Now she took the much needed drag. Fuck hands. Fuck  kisses. Fuck soft caresses.
By the time she bothered to make eye contact, Thor was already out of her personal bubble, no matter how badly she wanted him to come back.