Title: Heartless Fool of the East

Summary: Being Heartless isn't so far from being Wicked.

Rating: Teen for violent suggestions (I don't know)

Archive: Not any that I know of.

Kiss

He'd bought them at a carnival years before, but now the idea was too good to pass up. The thin layer over his lips was enough protection from himself, and, as he opened the door to Nessa's bedroom, he realized that it was enough protection from her too. She turned over as the door shut.

"Nessa?"

His voice barely reached her sleeping mind, but it was enough to pull her out of dreams of dancing and odd hats. She opened one eyes to glance out into the darkness around her.

"Boq?"

"Nessa, how awake are you?"

"Boq, that's a silly question. You just woke me up now." Nessa smiled and frowned when she realized the position she was in with Boq standing at the side of her bed. "Boq, what are you doing here?"

"I need to talk you, Nessa."

"You never call me Nessa."

The silence was enough to drive her to her next question. "What do you need to talk about?"

"Well, it's not so much talking…" Boq moved quickly out of necessity because in the back of his mind the approaching feeling of turning away and not coming back was beginning to creep over him. "…as touching."

And Nessa didn't mind the small lie as Boq pushed her hair to the side and pressed his lips to her own. Her fingers twitched against the sheet, but as suddenly as it had happened it was over and Boq walked away with only the muttered words, "I'm sorry." As he left the room he pulled the wax coating off his lips careful not to let the outside touch his skin. Nessa's fingers touched her lips as the tingling sensation in the afterglow of the kiss persisted.

Her fingers twitched, and when Boq heard the loud 'crash' and scream come from her room he closed the door to the hallway, discarding the poison coated wax lips in trash can by the door.