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"I wanna be high all the time, would you come with me?" ("You Get Me So High" by The Neighbourhood)
Paul Atreides x Freman! reader | word count: 1,661 words
Summary: in which you teach paul how to smoke spice 🚬 (based on this post i made)
Warnings: (MDNI) mentions of smoking, spice being used as a drug/ hallucinogen, making out/ heated kissing
Note: i am in no way glorifying or promoting smoking or any drug usage! i don't smoke, never have, never will. just decided to test out this plot. also, i made up my own interpretation of how i think the freman smoke spice
From making things like paper and clothing, to being used to enhance the flavor of traditional dishes, spice (a.k.a Melange) was a very important commodity for the Freman people. They almost couldn't live without it.
It was odd to Paul Atreides that the Freman would put such a thing in their food, his body reacting rather negatively the first time he tried it. But soon, he got used to it, his body slowly adapting to its cinnamon like flavor. But what really got him was the fact that you guys would smoke spice. He'd never done it himself, only hearing from Stilgar and other Freman that it was mainly done for ritualistic purposes. But sometimes, they'd just take a puff or two to lighten the load.
The first time Paul witnessed spice being smoked was when he went to go ask Stilgar about the progression of his mother becoming the new fremen reverend mother. Stilgar was sat on the floor of the seitch, a small pipe between his fingers. Connected to the pipe, was a small chamber filled with spice, something at the bottom heating it up. Sand colored smoke curled at his chapped lips, his expression rather lazy and relaxed.
"Muad'dib, what seems to be the matter?" he asked, his accent thick on his tongue.
Paul's previous questions had left him as his eyes followed the flow of the smoke as it felt Stilgar's mouth and floated up to the ceiling, disappearing into the air. It also had a pretty strong smell, almost like a sweet and sour scent.
"Would you show me how to smoke spice?" Paul blurted, his mouth moving faster than his brain.
At first, Stilgar was silent, pausing as he was about to take another puff. He looked Paul dead in the eyes, and then...he laughed. He laughed for a good while, his eyes landing back on Paul whose expression hadn't changed.
"Oh, you're serious-" Stilgar mumbled as he calmed down from his bout of laughter.
"Short answer: no. Long answer: you're not used to such."
"But I eat the food of the Freman-"
Stilgar cut Paul of with an amused snort. "Just because your stomach is used to spice, doesn't mean that your lungs are. Sure, you breathe in a few mouthfuls of spice when we go on sandworm rides and such, but this-" Stilgar tapped on the small glass spice chamber, the sound echoing in the small room.
"With a high enough dose, this can kill a man. That's why we smoke it in moderation."
"Then I'll just-"
"No! And I mean it, Muad'dib." Stilgar waved Paul off, the brown haired boy letting out a huff.
As he walked out, he felt a presence watching him. All of a sudden, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a corner. In a moment of panic, Paul pinned the person against the wall, holding his crysknife to their throat.
"Whoa, whoa! Calm down! Paul, it's me. Y/n..." you said, your eyes wide and muscles tense as the blade was mere inches away from slitting your throat.
Once he realized it was you, Paul relaxed, loosening his grip and sheathing his crysknife.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked, letting out a breath of relief. "Just how long have you been standing here?"
"Long enough to know that I can give you the experience you're trying to have." you quipped, Paul giving you a tense look.
"You won't get in trouble?" he asked as you pulled him down the hallway of the seitch.
"Don't worry. I'll handle Stilgar. Now come on."
You managed to successfully distract Stilgar for long enough to "borrow" one of the "spice smokers." You and Paul were now sat in your tent, his gray-green eyes watching you as you pulled a small sachet of spice out of your pocket. Opening the lid, you poured it into the small chamber and clamped it shut. With the press of a button, the chamber started to heat up, the strong scent passing through.
You took the honor of going first, lifting the pipe to your lips and taking a quick puff. Paul watched in amazement as you parted your lips, the beige colored smoke filling the air in front of you.
"Your turn." you said, passing the pipe to Paul.
His fingers brushed against your own as he took the pipe from you, a strange shiver running down your spine. You sat back on your hands, watching as paul brought the pipe to his lips.
"Just inhale it." you told him, the dark haired boy nodding. He placed the pipe between his lips, taking a big breath. He held it in his mouth for not even two seconds before he started coughing uncontrollably.
"What the hell?" paul croaked, feeling a burning sensation in his chest.
You had to bite back a laugh, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "It's okay, that's how it is for everyone their first time. Here..."
You took the pipe from him, looking at him as you walked him through it. "You're not trying to swallow the spice, alright? Take your time inhaling...do it slowly. Don't hold it in, it won't do anything. Then slowly exhale. Like this-"
You brought the pipe to your lips, slowly inhaling the sand like substance. Almost immediately, you let out a puff, the smoke curling at your lips.
"I think I get it now." Paul insisted, reaching for the pipe. He did just as you had, coughing a bit less and successfully letting out a small plume of smoke.
"There you go. You're a natural! How do you feel?" you asked him, already starting to feel loopy yourself.
"...Good, but in a strange way..." he mumbled, taking another puff. "I kinda...I kinda like it."
It wasn't long before you two were as high as spacecrafts. You two sat there, talking about the mysteries of the universe, Paul's latest visions and dreams, and anything else really.
"Have you ever thought about just how huge the universe is? It's...crazy to think about..." you drawled, your eyes tinted a bit more blue than usual.
"I mean...yeah. With being "Lisan al Ghaib" I kinda...have to." Paul responded, lifting a finger to touch the smoke that just left your mouth.
"Do you really believe in all that...prophecy?" you asked, your bodies feeling light and tingly. It felt nice, like you were wrapped in a big blanket.
"If I'm being honest...no. Doesn't help that my mother's shoving her propaganda down everyone's throats or that Stilgar still believes it." Paul answered, his tone low and mellow. the spice was kicking in real nice now.
"Just want this shit to be over....all this stupid war and stuff. I want to enjoy living with my people and not have to fear for their safety..." you muttered, resting your head on paul's shoulder.
"Stupid houses and their stupid war...stupid prophecy..." you grumbled, your head moving a little as a laugh vibrated through Paul. You could feel his hand come up to brush some of your hair out of your eyes, your eyes fluttering shut.
"I'd rather sit here and get high with you than go fight some stupid war." Paul said and now it was your turn to laugh.
You took another puff, peering over at Paul for a moment. "Open your mouth. I wanna try something."
Yoi inhaled once more, leaning over to face Paul as he parted his lips. You exhaled, letting the smoke escape your mouth and enter into Paul's, a slight shiver running down his spine.
"Do it again." he whispered, the pipe already between your lips once again. You leaned in a bit closer, your lips hovering over his. Paul's lips parted and once again, you let the smoke trail from your lips to his, a lazy smile forming on yours.
"Again-" Your lips were on Paul's in no time, the leftover smoke and cinnamon-like taste of the spice on your tongues mingling. Your hands were immediately in his hair, Paul cupping your face in his hands as your bodies melded together.
The soft sigh of satisfaction that left Paul's lips made your stomach fill with butterflies. Your heightened senses made the whole experience that much more enjoyable for the both of you. You could practically hear each other's heartbeats, feel each other through your clothes.
When you two parted for air, you took a moment to look at each other, your eyes half lidded and full of unsaid thoughts of one another.
"You're so good at this..." Paul breathed, moving one of his hands to fiddle with the hem of your shawl.
"So good at what? Smoking spice or kissing you?" you questioned, goosebumps forming along your skin.
"Both." Paul muttered as he leaned in to steal another kiss from you.
Right when things were about to take a rather...steamy turn, you heard someone calling your name from outside the tent. You poked your head out to see Chani, dressed in her stillsuit.
"Stilgar, needs u-! Y/n, have you been smoking spice again? You know Stilgar'll be pissed if he catches you." Chani warned, your blue eyes rolling at her nagging.
"Yeah, yeah. We'll be out in a minute."
"We?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. As if right on time, Paul poked his head out as well, giving chani a slight nod. You could see the slight disappointment in her eyes.
"You...you two were...! Just go get your stillsuits!" the girl grumbled before starting to walk back through the tents. You stood up, pulling paul to his feet and tucking the smoke chamber into your shawl.
"We should do this more often." you breathed, taking in the slightly dazed look in Paul's eyes as you two began your descent down the sand dunes.
"I just might take you up on that..." Paul answered, his fingers brushing against yours. Oh, what he would do to taste the spice on your tongue once more. 🚬
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