Author's Chapter Notes:
Good gods, these are getting longer and longer. Well, that can't be a bad thing. They're at least sticking below 500 words, but I guess that eventually they might be longer. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

This chapter is still part of the ones that I promised meg1990 would be coming along. I hope your're happy to have it!
Lipstick:
 
Marie floated. She was aware, more aware than normal of the world around her. Had, in fact, been more aware of what was going on, more awake, than ever since he had been tossed into her room. She’d perked up, been paying more attention ever since the smell of him, the look of him, had caught her attention.
 
Her own motivations were behind everything she did, everything she said. Too long, she knew, she had spent hiding in herself pushing all the bad, angry, hurtful things away instead of dealing. It was easier to hide from the pain than it was try to sort it all out with all the noise, so just let it happen: got angry and annoyed, reacted instinctively instead of thinking and processing. Contemplation and musing had long ago been something that had fallen into disuse from lack of practice.
 
If Marie was honest with herself, which she rarely was, there was nothing left in the box she liked to pretend she kept safe from herself. It didn’t take a skilled liar to tell yourself a falsehood, especially considering that the one doing the lying was talking to thirty or so different personalities. The din in her brain was silent now, shocked into stillness by the pain in her skull. With her own ears she heard herself screaming, but pain was something she’d long learned to ignore and when his hands settled on her, she felt strong enough to put effort into thoughtful consideration. She heard her screams fade to painful moans and whimpers.
 
Then, for the first time in a long time, she listened and truly understood.
 
“Jeanie, what the fuck!” Logan, angry and distressed if the growl she heard, and had a curious urge to respond to was anything to go by.
 
“Logan…” Another man, annoyed, frustrated.
 
“No Scott, he’s right. I know there are possible consequences to skimming someone. It’s never been this bad before though, Logan I only skimmed her. The lightest of metal touches just in case of this possibility. I don’t know what wrong with her and I’m afraid to try again.” She was worried, this woman, sad and fearful with her tone full of remorse.
 
One voice broke free of the din, to ring a little clearer. “She’s sorry she hurt you.”
 
Marie thought about that for a moment. It was a new concept.
 
An idea struck her, absent and unrelated. She tried her hand at working it through. She thought of his lips on hers and the idea that he left something of himself behind was intoxicating.
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