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Title: Coral Blush
Fandom: Sweet Valley High
Universe: During The Verdict
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Warning: Some language
Word Count: 155
Summary: The orange stuff that she had smeared over her lips was not in any way attractive.
Steven wasn't very used to living with a woman, especially someone as gorgeous and sexy as Billie was. [Not that he would ever admit that he thought she was gorgeous and sexy out loud to her. Steven wasn't like that].
Still, the orange stuff that she had smeared over her lips was not in any way attractive.
"Did you have a creamiscle today?" He asked lazily, as he sprawled out on the couch, barely hiding his smirk when her cheeks turned pink. "What is that stuff?"
"It's my new lip gloss," she replied, a nice shade of crimson. "You don't like it?"
"You don't need that shit," he said softly, patting the couch beside him. "You're already beautiful."
He hadn't been able to help himself. It had just slipped out.
"You think I'm beautiful?" Billie asked in an eager tone, sitting in the proffered spot.
"Yeah," he murmured. "Even with that shit on your face."
Fandom: Sweet Valley High
Universe: During The Verdict
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Warning: Some language
Word Count: 155
Summary: The orange stuff that she had smeared over her lips was not in any way attractive.
Steven wasn't very used to living with a woman, especially someone as gorgeous and sexy as Billie was. [Not that he would ever admit that he thought she was gorgeous and sexy out loud to her. Steven wasn't like that].
Still, the orange stuff that she had smeared over her lips was not in any way attractive.
"Did you have a creamiscle today?" He asked lazily, as he sprawled out on the couch, barely hiding his smirk when her cheeks turned pink. "What is that stuff?"
"It's my new lip gloss," she replied, a nice shade of crimson. "You don't like it?"
"You don't need that shit," he said softly, patting the couch beside him. "You're already beautiful."
He hadn't been able to help himself. It had just slipped out.
"You think I'm beautiful?" Billie asked in an eager tone, sitting in the proffered spot.
"Yeah," he murmured. "Even with that shit on your face."