Disclaimer: not mine, only playing
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He can't help watching her.
She still has to be Lexi to everyone else, so the jewellery, the slightly clueless - kind of cocky - little bit of white trash attitude, and the playing with her hair has to stay.
He likes her hair; longer and darker than when she was Audrey, the thing in her left ear that catches the light and darker redder shade of lipstick.
He has dreams about that lipstick, mostly of prints of it being smeared against his own skin.
One day he's going to take it all from her lips and leave those half smeared prints all over her skin, while the sun reflects off the metal in her ears, casting bright quivering patches of light across the ceiling.
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(He wonders where else Lexi might be pierced.)
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