"Sweetie, which shade of lipstick do you like better?"
LaFontaine glances over their shoulder at the two sticks in Perry's hands, "Neither," they grin at her, "It's harder to kiss you in secret when you wear lipstick."
Perry rolls her eyes and moves to stand beside LaFontaine, inspecting both shades in front of the mirror. They go back to adjusting their bow tie when they can feel Perry staring at them.
"What?"
They look over and she's grinning, "That's my favourite bow tie, you know."
"Really?" They smile into the mirror, trying to remain aloof, "I had absolutely no idea."
Perry steps back and slides behind LaFontaine, dropping her chin on their shoulder and wrapping her arms around their waist, "It's not fair for you to look so cute at school."
(Well, it's not fair for Perry to be so close with those perfect curls and smelling like flowers in the spring, but it's not like LaFontaine is complaining about that.)
They fiddle nervously with the tie, willing their voice to sound confident, "Who says I like playing fair?"
Perry tugs at their side a bit and they get the hint, turning so that their back is pressed against the mirror. They watch as Perry darts her tongue out to the side of her lips as she concentrates on fixing LaFontaine's bow.
After she finishes with it she smooths the sides a few times, hands finally resting on LaFontaine's shoulders. The heat from their cheeks must mean they're pinking if the slight smile on Perry's face is any indication.
"I wish we weren't at school right now."
All they're able to muster in response is a slight nod and quick gulp.
They know they shouldn't lean forward and press their lips against hers. They're at school and anyone could walk in. There are about fifty things that come to mind right off the bat on why this is a bad idea.
But then Perry is looking at them like they strung the stars in the sky and they knew from the beginning that they had no chance.
(Since when has knowing what they shouldn't do stop them before?)
She tastes like cinnamon and sugar, the sweetness overwhelming their senses. Perry presses them further into the mirror, the cool surface doing wonders for the heat radiating off the back of their neck.
She reaches up to cup their cheek and they smile into the kiss. Perry is doing that thing with her tongue that drives LaFontaine crazy and-
The bathroom door squeaks open and they roughly push Perry off. LaFontaine stares with wide eyes as Carmilla walks towards them. She raises her eyebrows in their direction and passes them both towards one of the stalls.
She enters it wordlessly and locks the door behind her. They stare at Perry and her expression must be no better than their own. She starts to pace in front of them, rushing out in a whisper, "We have to do something."
Their heart starts to race, the room suddenly feeling so much smaller than it was a few seconds ago. They run a clammy hand through their hair, any words of comfort getting lodged in the back of their throat.
Perry continues to pace when the sudden harsh sound of the toilet flushing makes them jump. Carmilla walks out and stalks towards the sink, barely giving them a glance as she washes her hands. She goes to the hand dryer and slowly dries them off, inspecting her nail polish for a few moments before turning towards the door.
Perry looks at them in panic before rushing forward to block Carmilla's path.
(They're rooted to the spot. Everything is closing in around them.)
