fic: Lipstick (rps: chim)
The jangle of keys had announced her arrival, and soon she was noisily rifling through their kitchen drawer.
“Can you believe Sarah’s lost her corkscrew?”
Kimberley had quipped she couldn’t believe Sarah had just the one.
But her darting gaze was not lost on Nadine.
“Sorry, I’m interrupting,” she’d arched her eyebrow knowingly, her finger toying with the corkscrew’s spiralling point.
And Kimberley had blushed and muttered about Justin, gesturing to her bedroom door.
When they air-kissed their goodbyes Nadine had licked at her thumb, wiped quickly at her flatmate’s chin, murmured, “that’s an interesting shade of lipstick he’s wearing.”
* * * * *
“You’re definitely not coming out then?” Sarah was surveying them with increasing irritation, snuggled together in their tracksuit bottoms, warming hands around steaming mugs of Tetley.
“It’s raining,” Kimberley offered, eyes resolutely fixed on the television as Cheryl involuntarily shivered.
Instinctively, warm fingers crept around, soothing away the goose pimples.
She motioned towards the remote in response.
“Corrie, Kimba,” she instructed, resettling herself into her friend.
And Sarah huffed that they may as well be married, being equally pathetic, and she barely blinked in replying that Kimberley hadn’t the right tackle.
“Yeah, well,” Sarah concluded, “You can buy that nowadays.”
* * * * *
They’d done it before, of course, just not like this.
Premeditated was the word that Cheryl had used, indicating towards the bouquet resting on the table’s edge, the bottle of wine, the meal.
Kimberley had laughed deep and warm, had said it wasn’t like they were planning a murder.
“I mean… it’s not like we’re going out,” Cheryl had faltered and Kimberley suddenly doubted herself, the white roses still in their cellophane wrapping, the Chanel she’d doused herself in hours before.
“So… you don’t want to anymore?”
“I didn’t say that.” And her eyes danced and her hand reached forward.
* * * * *
“And if you were an animal what would it be?”
Keen fans would recognise the sideways smile and raised eyebrow, forums would label it her WTF face.
“With that mane she’d be a lion,” Sarah interrupts, reaching across, grazing the ends of her tresses, she responding with a clawing gesture and silent roar.
“I’d say she’s more a Bambi,” Kimberley joins in, a fast-developing habit whenever Cheryl is the topic. “Like, all delicate and big brown eyes.”
The camera cuts to her beaming dimpled grin, completely missing Nadine and Sarah’s simultaneous eye roll.
“Weren’t Bambi a boy?” Nicola pipes up.
* * * * *
“Kimba… Nic says can she borrow you’re… oh shit, sorry,”
And she was just staring back, leg propped up on the bath edge, a towel just about covering her modesty. Well, half of it.
“I-“
She wanted to let the younger girl off the hook, but something about her blush and her undeniably lingering gaze also made her want to drag it out a little bit longer.
“It’s alright Cheryl, you’ve seen me naked before.”
And then she relaxed. “Are you flirting with me?”
“You came into my bathroom, remember?”
“Is that a yes?”
The towel dropped.
“It’s a maybe.”
“Can you believe Sarah’s lost her corkscrew?”
Kimberley had quipped she couldn’t believe Sarah had just the one.
But her darting gaze was not lost on Nadine.
“Sorry, I’m interrupting,” she’d arched her eyebrow knowingly, her finger toying with the corkscrew’s spiralling point.
And Kimberley had blushed and muttered about Justin, gesturing to her bedroom door.
When they air-kissed their goodbyes Nadine had licked at her thumb, wiped quickly at her flatmate’s chin, murmured, “that’s an interesting shade of lipstick he’s wearing.”
* * * * *
“You’re definitely not coming out then?” Sarah was surveying them with increasing irritation, snuggled together in their tracksuit bottoms, warming hands around steaming mugs of Tetley.
“It’s raining,” Kimberley offered, eyes resolutely fixed on the television as Cheryl involuntarily shivered.
Instinctively, warm fingers crept around, soothing away the goose pimples.
She motioned towards the remote in response.
“Corrie, Kimba,” she instructed, resettling herself into her friend.
And Sarah huffed that they may as well be married, being equally pathetic, and she barely blinked in replying that Kimberley hadn’t the right tackle.
“Yeah, well,” Sarah concluded, “You can buy that nowadays.”
* * * * *
They’d done it before, of course, just not like this.
Premeditated was the word that Cheryl had used, indicating towards the bouquet resting on the table’s edge, the bottle of wine, the meal.
Kimberley had laughed deep and warm, had said it wasn’t like they were planning a murder.
“I mean… it’s not like we’re going out,” Cheryl had faltered and Kimberley suddenly doubted herself, the white roses still in their cellophane wrapping, the Chanel she’d doused herself in hours before.
“So… you don’t want to anymore?”
“I didn’t say that.” And her eyes danced and her hand reached forward.
* * * * *
“And if you were an animal what would it be?”
Keen fans would recognise the sideways smile and raised eyebrow, forums would label it her WTF face.
“With that mane she’d be a lion,” Sarah interrupts, reaching across, grazing the ends of her tresses, she responding with a clawing gesture and silent roar.
“I’d say she’s more a Bambi,” Kimberley joins in, a fast-developing habit whenever Cheryl is the topic. “Like, all delicate and big brown eyes.”
The camera cuts to her beaming dimpled grin, completely missing Nadine and Sarah’s simultaneous eye roll.
“Weren’t Bambi a boy?” Nicola pipes up.
* * * * *
“Kimba… Nic says can she borrow you’re… oh shit, sorry,”
And she was just staring back, leg propped up on the bath edge, a towel just about covering her modesty. Well, half of it.
“I-“
She wanted to let the younger girl off the hook, but something about her blush and her undeniably lingering gaze also made her want to drag it out a little bit longer.
“It’s alright Cheryl, you’ve seen me naked before.”
And then she relaxed. “Are you flirting with me?”
“You came into my bathroom, remember?”
“Is that a yes?”
The towel dropped.
“It’s a maybe.”