<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Tebastian</span></div><div align="center">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/13/bmth-boy-cute-boy-long-hair-oli-sykes-tattoo-Favim.com-104160.jpg)</div><br/>Smog clung to the night sky, masking the Heavens with its purple-grey haze. Between his lips was pinched a lit cigarette, the end burning bright red as he took a long drag off it before pulling it from his mouth with forefinger and thumb. A few moments passed and he let the smoke slither out from between his lips in thick tendrils, climbing up over his head as he walked. The night held a chill to it and the collar of his black overcoat kept the biting wind from nipping at his neck. His scent was perfumed with the musk of sex, the subtle scent of a lady's perfume and his own natural scent which was some thing like moss and firewood.<br/><br/>Sage green eyes lingered on a familiar window that overlooked the city street. The lights were on, though that didn't mean anything as she always, annoyingly enough, left the lights on, even if she was gone. Perhaps that was what had made him angriest, what had hurt the most- never knowing where she was. If she was getting enough sleep, if she was eating proper, if she was even still breathing... Tebastian had no way of telling, unless, of course, she wanted him to. When it was convenient for her. She, on the other hand, didn't have that same problem as she could see whoever and whenever she wanted. It really wasn't fair, to be honest. Though she probably didn't even care to watch over him as he did her.<br/><br/>Stopping when his eye caught some thing, Tabby's gaze kept on her window, cigarette burning as he watched, as if suddenly caught in a trance. Of course, that bitch would be undressing just as he happened to walk by. He couldn't make himself look away, especially once she was down to bra and panties. Biting his lip, his brows furrowed as he realized that she had probably even planned this, just to see him drool over her like a dog would a raw cut of meat. Naturally, Tebastian felt like a fool having become victim to her little trick.<br/><br/>He couldn't simply let her play him like that without at least getting in one insult. His eyes found the emergency fire escape and he crossed the street, jumping and pulling it down before climbing up. Up past the elderly lady with her three cats, up past the Asians who constantly yelled at each other and right to her window. "Getting ready for work?" he asked, playing on the fact that she was undressing rather than dressing, "How much do you charge, I might have some spare change to throw away," he said, his eyes moving over her body. Once upon a time, the two worked wonderfully together. She needed sleep and he needed energy, their lovemaking was the perfect cure for their ailments. He would drain her of energy, just enough to make her sleep dreamlessly and she got the peaceful rest she was in dire need of- a break from being the oracle. He would kiss her to sleep as she slipped away, keeping with her until she woke with a lazy grin on her lips. Gods, was he hungry for her...