sometime later...
Their clothes were more or less back on in the right order. Sweat beginning to chill their bodies. Remy was still on top of her, laying across her to nuzzle playfully at her neck while straightening her shirt. The fingers of one hand tracing circles on her belly while the other fished around in his duster and brought out the now much abused and flattened pack of cigarettes.
He shook it until a single, bent stick fell out next to the shreds of the other two that should have been in there. Remy grinned, picked it up and sat back so he could light the end with a charge from his finger. He took a long, slow drag, then offered it to Molly.