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ds_flashfiction2003-04-26 12:12 am
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Finally giving back to the fandom that keeps on giving, I present a story of make-up, made-up, and making-up.
There's lipstick on Ray's collar. This morning, when he left me in front of the Consulate, there was no lipstick on Ray's collar.
"Ray? You have lipstick on your collar." I say it neutrally, trying to keep the uncertainty I feel out of my voice.
"Oh? I do?" His voice is light, a tone that would normally mean teasing. I fear it means something else now.
"Yes, Ray."
"So I do. It musta ended up there this morning because I was sick of the Duck Boys asking when I was finally gonna score with a chick." He looks at me sheepishly, conveying his hatred of hiding while also acknowledging its need. Then he gestures for me to get into the car. I do.
"You know I wouldn't screw this up, Frase," he says as I slide into the car. He is serious and quiet as he says this, a change from his normal loud flipness.
"Yes." One word, but he can still hear the relief in it. We both lean in then, sharing a simple kiss. A reminder. A promise.
He whispers in my ear as we pull apart. "I could always go in tomorrow with a hickey, you know." He grins, then starts the car. It's going to be a good night.
There's lipstick on Ray's collar. This morning, when he left me in front of the Consulate, there was no lipstick on Ray's collar.
"Ray? You have lipstick on your collar." I say it neutrally, trying to keep the uncertainty I feel out of my voice.
"Oh? I do?" His voice is light, a tone that would normally mean teasing. I fear it means something else now.
"Yes, Ray."
"So I do. It musta ended up there this morning because I was sick of the Duck Boys asking when I was finally gonna score with a chick." He looks at me sheepishly, conveying his hatred of hiding while also acknowledging its need. Then he gestures for me to get into the car. I do.
"You know I wouldn't screw this up, Frase," he says as I slide into the car. He is serious and quiet as he says this, a change from his normal loud flipness.
"Yes." One word, but he can still hear the relief in it. We both lean in then, sharing a simple kiss. A reminder. A promise.
He whispers in my ear as we pull apart. "I could always go in tomorrow with a hickey, you know." He grins, then starts the car. It's going to be a good night.