four eyes | claire standish ✅

twenty four

"You have so much shit," Angel giggles. She digs through Claire's purse while sitting atop the table. Looking up, she sees Claire digging through her jacket, pulling out her wallet. "Do you never throw stuff out?" she wonders, pulling out a tube of lipstick.

"I don't know when I'll need it," Claire shrugs. She finds photos of the entire town, some so blurry its contents are unknown.

"Yeah, well this lipstick is old as hell." Angel lets out a sound of disgust, the lipstick having an odd smell. She tosses it over her shoulder before grabbing another tube. Taking a look and a sniff, she finds it okay before grabbing a mirror from Claire's purse.

"Why do you have so many pictures?" Claire scoffs. She turns her full attention to Angel, seeing the girl placing the lipstick on with ease.

"I don't want to forget," she shrugs. "Those photos are memories I want to remember." She places the top back on the lipstick. Looking at the mirror, she puckers her lip slightly before a smile forms.

"What about this one?" Claire holds one in front of Angel. The girl moves her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose, focusing on the photo. Her smile grows wider.

"It was the time I got out my house. I could hear my dad yelling but I still kept running. I went to the park and decided to take the photo to remember."

"Why would you want to remember that?"

"It was the one and only time I've disobeyed my family. Do you think this color looks good on me?" Angel sidetracks. She places the mirror back in the purse, her eyes focusing on Claire's. She sees the redhead's eyes glance down at her lips. Roses blossom on Claire's cheeks.

"Yeah. Yeah, it looks great." Claire's bottom lip gets trapped between her teeth while her eyes stay on Angel's lips. "It looks perfect," she mumbles. The words fall on top of each other, but Angel doesn't notice. Her mind has gone blank as the palms of her hands have gotten sweaty. Carefully, Claire moves the purse from between Angel's legs. She drops it somewhere, moving closer to the girl.

"Your lips look nice too." Angel cringes internally, hearing her voice come out quiet and high-pitched. She isn't given much time to criticize though, as her mind becomes foggy once more.

"Your lips look soft." Claire closes the space between them, leaving little room. She can feel Angel's heavy breathing. Her breath smells sweet because of the coke they had. "Can I feel how soft they are?" She can hear Angel swallow as her breathing becomes shallow within a moment.

"Please do." Angel's voice comes out similar to a whimper or a plead. Hell, it could even be counted as a beg. Claire loves it though, but she also loves how soft Angel's lips are.

The kiss is light, both seemingly afraid to hurt the other. Angel feels as if her heart has stopped while her breath has gotten caught in her throat. She didn't know if anything else to break. That was until she felt Claire's hands grip her hips. Angel's brain short-circuited.

A whimper passes Angel's lips. She would be embarrassed if it wasn't for the moan passing Claire's. With those sounds passing their lips, it's almost a signal, as their lips move a bit faster, the pace going from slow to needy.

Their mouths open up a bit. Claire tastes the coke in Angel's salvia, but both also get high again from the weed they had just smoked. Angel is forced to pull away, not knowing if she's light-headed from the kiss or from the lack of oxygen. "Fuck," she groans. She slowly opens her eyes, noticing Claire already staring. She also notes that her arms somehow got wrapped around Claire's neck. "Dang." For some reason, that forces both to go into a fit of giggles, Angel hiding her face in Claire's neck.

"Huh." Both pull away, looking in the direction of the voice. They find John with a smug look on his face. "Told you, Angel. I'll leave you lovebirds alone." He gives a two-finger salute before walking away, that smug look still there.