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In a fit of boredom, Hayley clears the contents of Bianca's vanity table out onto the surface and lines up her many shades of red lipstick like soldiers on a board. She picks one at random and considers scrawling a love note on the mirror. It feels appropriate to her mood. The lipstick glistens like ripe cherry skins and screams kiss me. What a waste it would be not to.
In the mirror, her reflection transforms into something ageless and seductive. Bianca, fresh from the shower, agrees. It's in the way she tilts up Hayley's chin and licks into her mouth. Her eyes are searing and the towel around her head unravels, damp hair spilling over pale shoulders. A small moan escapes Hayley and she holds onto the dark green tresses for dear life.
When Bianca's tongue leaves off doing unholy things to her, pale pink smudges the outlines of her lips. In the mirror, the perfect bow Hayley had taken so much care to trace earlier is almost identically blurred and washed out. It's beautiful and somewhat grotesque and Hayley loves it.
She reaches for a tissue to wipe Bianca's mouth.
"Leave it," Bianca stops her. She picks out a different lipstick, darker this time, and colors Hayley's lips again with practiced motions. Her fingers are warm even on Hayley's heated skin. Once her mouth is full and red, Bianca swipes her thumb over it, leaving a trail like a comet's across Hayley's cheek. "That debauched look suits you."