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“Lipstick is important.” Maia chuckled, as she gently started applying it to Clary’s lips, tracing the sides first. “It makes your lips look… different. Fuller, lighter. It reflects your mood, your style… how willing you are to go down on the first date.”

“What lipstick were you wearing when we had our first date?” Clary asked, in between the strokes of the lipstick on her lips.

“Nude. Simple. Something that wouldn’t end up all over my face, or all other your pussy.” She shrugged.

The direct answer made Clary laugh. She’d never really been used to calling things their names, not when it came to sexuality. Hearing Maia admit so freely that she had been thinking about eating her out, even before their first date, was a bit of a shock. Hearing her use a word for vagina that people avoided, was strange too. It always made her laugh, and she didn’t know if it wasn’t because it was funny, or because she found it a bit uncomfortable.

Clary turned away to try and contain her giggle, suddenly enough that Maia didn’t have time to move her hand back. They couldn’t avoid the tragedy as her cheek slid against the lipstick, and she ended up with a wide, dark purple mark across her cheek.

Maia opened wide eyes. “Shit. This is going to take forever to take off.” She grumbled and reached for a wipe, a cotton, something to wipe the dark trace off of her girlfriend’s face.

Clary, obviously, had something else in mind entirely, as she grabbed the now unattended lipstick, and smeared some over Maia’s cheek.

Maia turned her head slowly at that. “Did you just do what I thought you did?” She asked, almost in a scary way. Clary would have been scared, if she hadn’t known the tingle in Maia’s eyes.

Maia quickly dove on her lips, kissing her hard enough for Clary to make a desperate sound, and quickly pulled back, trailing kisses that were strangely sticky against her girlfriend’s skin.

When she finally let her go, Clary turned to look in the mirror. Red and purple lipsticks were mixing together on her face, like weird kinds of bruises that stemmed from the corner of her lips.

“This is never going to come off.”

Liquid lipstick just… didn’t come off unless you had time, will, and they had none of that.

They looked at each other for a moment, joy and mirth shining in their eyes, as smirks grew bigger on their faces. Maia reached for her phone to warn Simon and the others they would be late.

Sometimes, Maia couldn’t believe that this happy bubbly person was actually a fierce and professional FBI agent. Until Clary took off her shirt and Maia caught a look of the abs. That was a gift from G-d.

Clary disappeared in the bedroom to grab sweaters for them, and put away some of the stuff she had bought at the nearby cosmetics store. The redhead’s hair was a mess of both wet and dry and semi-dry strands. She grabbed a towel and dried to get most of the moisture out. It didn’t really succeed.

She brushed her hair back and grabbed a hair tie to tie it out of the way. She then slipped out of her wet clothing and reached for one of her favorite fluffy sweaters and some pyjama shorts. She also grabbed a pair of knee-high fluffy socks. The whole outfit did not make sense. Clary absolutely loved it.

She grabbed the same kind of items for Maia and went back to the main living space, throwing them over the couch’ armrest.

Maia was starting to make the chai tea latte. She was bringing water and the chai spices mix to a boil, whisking the spices into the warming water. Clary came up behind her, grabbing the little box of spices and inhaling the addictive mix. Ground cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, nutmeg and allspice.

Making chai tea lattes from scratch did take around 20 minutes, but it was worth it. Clary was tasked to watch over the now seeping spices. While Maia was taking care of her hair and clothing, she put the pan back on the heat, and added the black tea bags and the maple syrup.

She repeated the taking off the heat part when the water came back to a boil. Soon, the tea was finished. Maia was now by her side, having prepared all the ingredients for the latte part of the drink. They wrapped their arms around each other, silent, listening to each other’s breathing, and the light tapping noise of the rain on the windows.

It was the kind of afternoons that were just perfect, even if they came from a weather Maia usually didn’t enjoy. They were soft and warm afternoons.

Clary moved, leaning up to kiss Maia tenderly. Good thing the milk took some time boiling, and they could just softly kiss in the middle of their kitchen. Clary always loved the sight of Maia in the kitchen, with the apron around her waist. It was a stupid, kitchy apron with “Kiss the cook” written on it. Clary wasn’t ready to jinx their chai by ignoring such commands.

She kissed her again, and Maia kissed back again. It was soft, just their lips against each other. It wasn’t very deep either. Not passionate or desperate. It was a soft fall kiss, for a soft fall day.

Maia turned back to the milk for a moment, Clary staying close to her. Maia felt arms wrap around her waist as she grabbed the blender and started frothing up the milk. She could almost hear Clary’s smile in the way she breathed.

Clary’s hands had found themselves in the belly pocket of the apron, and her head against Maia’s shoulder. The smell of hot tea and hot milk was wrapped around the two of them like a comforting blanket, as comfortable as the old pink hoodie on Maia’s shoulders. The fabric of it was softened by use and wash, the color had faded a little, and it smelled like Maia and her perfume, and like the cinnamon powder that had, more than once, landed on it.

Clary let go of her to reach for their two mugs, pouring in the tea, before moving for Maia to pour the milk. They added a hint of ground cinnamon on top, and put the mugs, with a tablet of chocolate, onto a wooden tray.