You take another hit of the j before handing it over to the quiet strength of the body behind you. Settling into the possessive hold of his inked arms and closing your eyes. The ghost of a smile playing the corners of your lips and a quiet moan of contentment slipping from between their pillowy softness. Taking comfort from the rise and fall of his tattooed chest as he inhales and watching the plumes of smoke that appear from over your shoulder join the burning embers and smoke in the night sky.

His large hand slips beneath your (his) hoodie and slides up your side to hold your ribs, his thumb between your breasts. Stroking the soft skin with his calloused thumb. Burying his nose in your long hair and inhaling the scent of you and all its soothing coconut familiarity.

You reach behind you to cup the back of his head, scritching the stubbly hairs with your long nails and getting a pleased hum in return. You turn your face and press your forehead to his cheek. Nuzzling intimately in the warm glow of the fire and receiving a soft kiss on the forehead in return. He holds the joint to your lips and you take a long drag and hold it before letting the smoke escape into the cool night air.