SHE SAW THE LIGHT // private

[dannychan]

ray was home fairly quickly, as there had been no traffic and, lucky him, no red lights. he got home and walked past the open bathroom door, though slowly walked backwards and rose an eyebrow. "sterling?"

[peridot.]

When he heard Ray's voice, Archer squeaked and jumped, dropping his lipstick in the sink and cursing softly as it went down the drain. He took a very long and deep breath before turning around and saying softly, blushing, "Yes?"

[dannychan]

he blinked and smiled, moving over, losing him gently. "you look good."

[peridot.]

He blinked and kissed back gently, smiling slightly. He laughed a bit when he pulled away and saw that the lipstick was still fresh enough that it had stained Ray's lips. He questioned softly, tilting his head and smiling weakly as his heart beat fast, "I do? Do I look p... pretty?"

[dannychan]

he smiled and nodded. "very pretty.. although, you did go a little heavy on the lipstick." he said and smiled.

[peridot.]

"You made me jump, I put on more than I meant to, asshat." He said, as if he was angry, but he was smiling, and he gently shoved the other's shoulder. He hesitated a moment before moving over to the other, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck, kissing his jaw gently, "It's nice to hear you call me that... pretty.."

[dannychan]

he hummed and wrapped his arms around the males neck. "sterling, do you want me to call you pretty more often?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

[peridot.]

Archer hesitated and bit his lip, saying as he made a frustrated noise of confusion, "Not always. More often sounds nice, but I don't always feel pretty... sometimes I feel handsome, and vice versa." It was his - rather cautious - way of saying that sometimes he felt like a man, and sometimes a woman.

[dannychan]

he smiled and picked up abbie and the bags of gifts that lana had left, walking out

/plS DO

[peridot.]

After the two left, Archer headed for the bathroom, pausing when he saw himself in the mirror. he laughed a bit at Abbie's messy handiwork, but felt a pang of sadness in his chest. Hesitating a moment, he began to dig through the shelf under the sink. After about 10 minutes, he found the old makeup kit he was looking for. He had gotten it when he was a teenager, and even tried putting some on a few times, but always ended up feeling too frightened and washing it off and shoving it back down there. Pulling out the makeup wipes, he carefully removed Abbie's work before he began to dig through the bag, slowly and precisely doing his makeup in the more professional way. Despite the way his hands were shaking, it was coming out fairly well. What he didn't realize was how much time he was taking, and how Ray would easily be mhome soon.