Genasi: Windproof Lighter
The wind howled around them, the wooden planks of the pier groaning beneath their heels and boots. The sea was restless tonight, waves slapping against the docked ships, their ropes straining as if they, too, were eager to escape into the open water. Somewhere down the pier, lantern light flickered, catching glimpses of shadows moving in and out of view—marks, gamblers, smugglers, and soon, victims.
Kremy lifted a cigarette to his lips, rolling it between his fingers before slipping it between his teeth. He struck his lighter once. Nothing. Twice. Still nothing. The wind snatched the tiny flame away before it could catch, teasing him with every failed attempt.
“Shit,” he muttered, brows furrowing as his dress billowed around his legs. The wind kept pulling at him, tugging the fabric tight against his thighs one second, then sending it fluttering around his knees the next. It was dramatic, theatrical—every gust tugging up, revealing more of his thin black stockings, always just low enough to keep the swell of his thigh hidden.
Gideon swallowed hard, tearing his gaze away before his brain could get any worse ideas. Instead, he lifted a hand and let a small flame flicker to life at the tip of his finger.
Kremy paused, then arched a brow before stepping in, cupping Gideon’s hand with one of his own as he leaned in to light the cigarette. He was close—too close—the sharp scent of tobacco mixing with his cheap perfume, the soft click of his heel against the wooden dock barely audible as he adjusted his stance. The flame danced in the hollow between them, flickering wildly before catching at the end of the cigarette.
Kremy inhaled, the ember glowing red, then exhaled slow and steady, letting the smoke curl into the salty night air.
Gideon was still, watching how his boots curved into shadows and trying to not look as his boss adjusted a bra strap.
Kremy smirked, noticing. But, for once, he said nothing.
Instead, he turned toward the distant figures on the pier, adjusting his glove as if he hadn’t just accidentally stolen every thought from Gideon’s head.
“Come on, Mr Coal,” he murmured, rolling his cigarette between his fingers. “Time to make someone a whole lot poorer.”
Gideon blinked. Right. The con.
He clenched his jaw, forcing his mind back on track as he followed Kremy into the night, trying very, very hard not to think about how his hand still felt warm from where Kremy's fingers hand brushed it.
NSFW and Original under cut! Oooh, you wanna see Kremy in lingerie soooo badddd🌀🌀🌀
