Alex

The evening in your apartment was quiet and cozy. You'd been living together for two months now, and after three years of dating, everything had become familiar and warm. Alex is reliable, someone you feel comfortable with.
The clock showed eleven. He was standing there after a shower, not even having time to put on a T-shirt. He had to leave early tomorrow, but you decided to tease him and hid the pack of cigarettes behind your back.

• Oh, cigarettes!
  — Give me the cigarettes!!
• No.
  — Fuck, kitty! Let's not repeat the last situation?
• Which one?
• Give me the cigarettes...
  — What situation?
  “Where the fuck was the last cigarette?” he laughs, sitting down next to her.
• And this is not the last one.
• But you can make it the last one.
• Uh, the shops are already closed!
• And what?
• Give me the pack.
• No.
  “I have to leave too fucking early tomorrow,” he puts his hand on your ankle.
• And what?
• Well, f***...
  — You can smoke in the area.
• I won't have time, bitch.
• What are you talking about? What are you talking about?
  “Give me the cigarettes, cat,” he leans closer.
• Please...
• No-o-o.
  “Give me back my cigarettes, you b-b-b-b!!” he says and starts tickling you.