Preparations

She leans closer to the mirror, smoothing another coat of lipstick across her mouth. Gloss catches the light. A faint smile. The redhead watches from the bed, legs bare, eyes half-lidded. The blonde laughs softly at her reflection, then turns. A hand slides to the back of her neck, drawing her in. The kiss comes slow, deliberate. Gloss smears, sweet on the tongue. They taste it together, a shared secret they’ll wear all night. No need to fix it. They like the mess.