( the door opens behind them as someone peeks their head inside only to mutter a quick scuse me before ducking right back out thereafter. from the back, it probably looks vaguely as scandalous as it feels: the burnished sheen of her ripped stocking; her hair cascading in a rippling curtain like a held secret; a simple waitress standing on her heels to kiss someone who could be a king, without any care in the world.
alas, but they aren't children. so she's pulling back as quickly as the door clicks shut, her gaze drifting from his eyes and her lashes dipping low as she regards the bright red stain on the thumb of her glove, where she'd kissed it, missing his mouth.
he still looks put-together. it makes the lipstick look a little debauched where her thumb presses it in to smear at the corner of his lip. )
If you're going to wear a disguise, you should also act the part.
( and down his chin, until it's a bright red stain that she's pressing into the edge of his pristinely white collar. )
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alas, but they aren't children. so she's pulling back as quickly as the door clicks shut, her gaze drifting from his eyes and her lashes dipping low as she regards the bright red stain on the thumb of her glove, where she'd kissed it, missing his mouth.
he still looks put-together. it makes the lipstick look a little debauched where her thumb presses it in to smear at the corner of his lip. )
If you're going to wear a disguise, you should also act the part.
( and down his chin, until it's a bright red stain that she's pressing into the edge of his pristinely white collar. )
Or you're going to get caught.