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Letting the warm water run down your back, you scrubbed away the last traces of the conditioner from your (h/c) strands. Careful not to get any of the stuff in your eyes, you ran a hand down your face. Satisfied that the facial cleanser was sufficiently gone, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, dragging a towel across your shoulders. About 15 minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom, clad in a pair of running shorts and a (f/c) T-shirt, into your adjoining bedroom. Having just positioned yourself at the standing desk, you pulled out a small case of eye shadow. It wasn't as though you thought you were un-attractive, the makeup just gave you a boost of confidence. A dab of shadow, and a small amount of mascara.

Just as you moved to open the case, the sound of the front door being slammed open carried up the stairs. The resounding thump, followed by an oof left you in no doubt who it was. Alfred had been your best friend as long as you could remember. Thus, you two knew almost everything about each other. For example; he had a tenancy to become incredibly clumsy when he was excited. This is why you only introduced him to new video games when he was sitting down. And, as friends do, you had begun to harbor a crush for the energetic blonde.

"Yo, (Name)!" Alfred bellowed, stampeding up the stairs. He flung the door to your room open and you grinned at him, expecting to see a dorky smile, bright as the sun, shinning back at you. You didn't get one. Instead, what you got was a cool look of hatred, narrowed eyes and gritted teeth. A look of sheer bemusement flitted across your face. "Alfred?"

"What is that?" He snarled, glaring at the container of makeup in your hand as if it had done him some great personal wrong. Alarmed, you glanced down at it, then set it down. The look of pure disgust Alfred was giving the eye shadow made it seem like he was trying to set on fire with a look. And frankly, it looked as if he might succeed. You could swear that you could see a thin curl of smoke issuing from beneath the plastic lid...

"I put on makeup every morning, Alfred. I thought you would've noticed..." You trailed away, as his stare became fiercer.

"You don't need it." He said evenly. You gave an ungainly splutter in surprise, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Wh- I- I'm sorry?"

"You don't need it." Alfred repeated, softer this time, but just as sincere, taking a step closer.

Yup.Your face is bright red, now. Is it just you, or is he getting closer? Yeah, he's definitely getting closer. Your lips feel cracked, chapped. You run your tongue along them. Alfred zeroes in on the movement. Why does his face seem like it's getting closer-

Without warning, his lips slam into yours. The force of the movement crushes your back into the edge of the desk. His hands clutch at your sides, dragging you to him. The kiss leaves you breathless, and in a state of shock. When your lips part momentarily, Alfred takes advantage of the moment to slip his tongue between your teeth, into your mouth. The movement brings you to your senses, and you reach up to tunnel your fingers through his hair. A small sound emerges from your throat when his tongue flicked over yours momentarily.

The sound seems to bring Alfred back to Earth. He pulls away, shifting slightly, until his face hovered a few inches in front of yours. "You're beautiful without the cosmetics."