[The car stops. There's no danger now, whether from the now-sleeping supernatural community or from the forward movement of the car, and he is here and she is here and it turns out, she can't wait five more minutes.
They're exhausted and burnt out and run ragged with perfection, and somehow still perfect is her awful red lipstick that matches his accents and it won't be for long, as she slides across the seat to him and takes his face in her hands and kisses him like she's starving.]
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They're exhausted and burnt out and run ragged with perfection, and somehow still perfect is her awful red lipstick that matches his accents and it won't be for long, as she slides across the seat to him and takes his face in her hands and kisses him like she's starving.]