It's Better to be Alone in your Solitude

Shuddering, Smoker already knew he was not going to be able to finish her off before his control snapped like a karate chopped pencil from just air pressure. He was losing it already. "Hah... fuck..." he arched his head back, watching her was just doing him in faster, and he hadn't even found her pressure points yet! "That's..." Amazing, fantastic, perfect, where the fuck was his fucking vocabulary? "Beyond god damn words," he groaned, too stubborn to give up twisting the smoke tendrils in her to seek out her rough patch of nerves, and yet still already slipping. Yeah, there was no way he was going to last like this. He'd just have to make it up to her right afterwards.