A/N: This was just something I threw together one night because it popped into my head. I realized that I hadn't added it to my "drabbles" collection...so...here it is. Hope you enjoy.


He always knew when they were coming.

Always knew when they were real or forced.

Like a horrible poker player, the real ones had their tells.

The first was always the slow dip of her head. Her chin would almost hit her chest and he would feel a pang of jealousy towards her chin, wanting to be able to touch her there himself. Just a brush of his fingertips over her skin...

The eyelashes came next. They'd flutter over her cheeks like errant butterflies looking for a place to light. Her eyes would close and her eyebrows would furrow for just a split second before...

The apples of her cheeks would blush and round and pull her full lips into a slow curve just as she lifted her head...

He always knew which ones were real...

Because...she always seemed to save the real ones for him.