Smoke: A Ramón Arellano Félix Imagine
It was the first weekend you were going to spend with Ramon after being away from him for months. Mon was careful when it came to you and that meant maintaining distance while he worked on building his family’s business. Things were dangerous but were just good enough for you to be back around him.
Both of you were in a mess of blankets from the failed attempt at building a fort. He felt at peace watching movies with you while you played with his hair. The pattern traced by your nails calmed him down to focus enough on this moment and not worry about everything that waited for him outside the gate of his house.
Without thinking you say, “Teach me to smoke Ramon.” It was hilarious that you’ve been dating a drug dealer, technically now a boss, for years and yet you never had smoked with him. Or at all for that matter. Wanting to wait for the ‘perfect circumstance’ even though time passed and the moment never presented itself until now.
“Are you sure?” he asked, moving his head from your lap to look you in the eyes. Mon never wanted to pressure you into something you didn’t want to do. Besides he liked seeing you and spending time with you in a clear head space.
“Yeah look at us, alone in this big house by ourselves, the whole weekend ahead of us. So why not?” Not dropping your gaze he nodded. Moving to get out of the mess of blankets to get the things you would need.
Ramon finally bought himself a house for him to have space from his siblings. It was exciting for you to finally be able to spend the night with him in a free space to do whatever you wanted to do. But it was also the fact that Ramon was doing grown up things like owning a house and you were so proud of him. He quickly came back with all the things to start your night of freedom.
“I want to learn step by step,” you said, putting both sides of your hair behind your ears, moving closer to Mon.
“Okay princess but if you start to question if you really want to smoke don’t feel pressured to go through with it. We can put it out at any moment, got it?”
You nodded and he began to grind the weed. “Okay so we can roll a blunt or we could smoke it in a bowl you can choose.”
“Blunt. And then maybe we could try the bowl” He set the newly grounded marijuana and papers in front of you ready for you to follow his instructions.
“Are you ready.”
“Yes just tell me what to do already.”
“Aww my little baby is going to roll her first blunt. I have to take a picture! Wait!” You groaned as he sped off looking for his polaroid. You rolled your eyes and held up the weed for the camera. Even though internally your heart was happy at how excited Mon was.
“Alright, put hold the paper and pretend to fold it like a taco to make a dip. Place all the weed in there and then the side your thumbs are touching, push it downwards. Make sure to hold it tightly so that nothing falls out.” You listened carefully making sure that you were soft but strong enough to wrap the small weed burrito.
“Yay look at you princess. Now roll the roll forward and lick the top to seal it. Now push one of the ends together and get ready to light it up.” You took a moment just admiring it because you were going to smoke for the first time with a person you trusted. It’s funny here you are acting as if it was your virginity--well it is but a different type. And the other had been with Mon. Feeling warm and giddy you look up at him and kiss him on the lips. He kisses you back ready to leave the current task at hand to make out among other things. You smile into his lips and pull back looking for the lighter.
“Wait no you take the first hit so I can see how you do it.” Extending the blunt towards you he takes it and lights. For dramatization he raises it like a champagne glass and then brings it to his lips. Time stops and you take in every feature of your boyfriend, the way he inhales, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling and pushing the smoke to his lungs for a greater hit and releasing the white smoke. It was captivating and you couldn’t wait to repeat his pattern. Fluttering his eyes open he smiles wide and hands it to you. He looked so angelic.
Smiling, you take it and do the same actions he had. It burned but you were no bitch and did it. Instantly coughing as you released the smoke and realized the burn in your throat.
Ramon took the blunt back and smoked, dancing until he reached the record player and his movements then became in sync with the music. He pulled you from the floor, handing you the blunt to dance with him. It was amazing to let go and just feel the beat of the music coursing through you. Your own private dance club.
Quickly after getting the hang of it you finished the blunt and confidently rolled two more. Only messing up once but you were proud of yourself. Mon was singing and dancing, having his own concert pulling you close to kiss you on the forehead as a thank you for handing him his own blunt.
Eventually it was just you dancing while Ramon sat and watched you, taking pictures to put later on his wall. Smiling at you lazily feeling completely infinite with you. The love he has for you transcends everything. It makes him imagine he’ll explode into thousands of golden shining stars.
Finishing the blunt, you dance back towards him singing along. Straddling him you kiss him on both his eyes moving towards his neck, making sure to leave your mark on him. It wasn’t for anyone else, just for him to admire in the mirror and be able to come back to this moment. His hands trailing up your body, going over your ass and all the way to your breasts. He reaches his hand on your neck and lightly chokes you to bring your lips to his. He fucking knew how much you loved that, grinding your hips as a uno reverse. Deepening the kiss he gently pulls back biting your lip and lifts you off the couch and to the floor.
With both of you still in a haze it made you even more eager to release each other and ride the wave of your high. If things were good without the smoking you couldn't wait to see what would be waiting for you. This is it. Life is good and you stopped thinking, allowing your bodies to take self-control.
