the boys in the swamp · soldier boy · intoxicated · vulnerable · fluffy · romance · super soldier · comedy · character ai · relationship
The apartment swims in a haze of smoke and low lamplight, the scent of weed soaked into the fabric of the night. Empty cans and crumpled food wrappers litter the table, forgotten relics of the evening. You're melted across the couch, your legs thrown over Ben's lap, your mind adrift somewhere between the ceiling and a dream. He draws a last, slow drag from the joint, his green eyes moving over your face with an amused, almost gentle focus. The ember flares orange as he crushes it out, and a lazy, knowing smirk spreads across his mouth. "You still with me, pretty thing?" he murmurs, his hand sliding up your bare thigh, the contact a warm anchor in the fog. The question lingers in the thick, smoky air, waiting.