#i'm testing out DJ's POV with vague thoughts toward a partner novel fun fact

[agentsnickers]

that post yesterday about the inherent intimacy of fixing somone's collar got me thinking.... so now please enjoy a random bit of original fiction on my blog bc all i could think about was the girls from I'll Be Home.

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DJ was distracted. She felt like that was understandable, since watching Jay do her makeup was honestly sort of enthralling. DJ had never really enjoyed wearing makeup herself, but she liked it well enough on other people.

She liked it a lot on Jay, who seemed to have so much fun with the artistry of it. DJ barely even needed to be in the bathroom right now, would probably be better off getting ready somewhere else where her hands wouldn’t still periodically as her focus drifted. There were other mirrors she could be using to fix her hair, to tie her tie. But the other mirrors weren’t where Jay was, and for now closeness and distraction was winning out over distance and focus.

Jay’s hair was getting long, due for a cut soon, and there was hair on the shallow side of her part that kept flopping over her ear at a funny angle. DJ pulled one of her sparkly pins back out of her hair - she didn’t need all of them, she could make it work without - and set it aside for Jay to use once her makeup was done.

“Hey, your tie’s crooked,” Jay said, her eyes meeting DJ’s in the mirror.

“What?” said DJ. She hadn’t noticed. She reached to try to adjust it, but the reversed image has her twisted around and she ends up making it worse.

Jay laughed, light and sweet, and it sent a little shiver through DJ. “Let me, would you?”

“Sure,” DJ said, just barely audible. She turned to face Jay, and tried to breathe normally as Jay’s hands just graze the front of her shirt to fix the tie. She lingered for a moment, adjusting the collar as well.

“You look really nice,” Jay said. She still had DJ’s collar between her fingers.

“You, too,” said DJ. It came out a little breathy. She reached blindly for the counter and the clip she’d set aside. She held it up so Jay could see. “Hey, can I -?”

“Yeah,” said Jay.

DJ brushed the offending lock of hair back over Jay’s ear with her fingertips, holding it in place as she carefully slid the clip into place.

“There. Now we match.”

Jay grinned, her fingers coming up to brush across the sparkles of the clip and DJ’s hand that still rests over her hair. “Thanks.”

DJ stepped back, realising very suddenly how close she and Jay had been standing. Her skin felt like it was buzzing.

“Of course,” she said. “Now let’s get moving, Leo will kill us if we’re late.”