Skinthief - Skins - PG-13 - Lip Sync

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Title: Television.
Author: skinthief
Fandom: Skins - season two.
Characters: Cassie and Chris.
Rating: PG-13 (for drug refs and language and sex refs).
Prompt: 155 - Lip Sync.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins and/or the characters.
Author's Note: Yeah, my muse did not like this prompt.

She traced the faces on the television: wide foreheads, high cheekbones, sharp jawbones, sloping noses, full lips. They were all so lovely, safe in their magic worlds where nothing bad ever happened; she envied them that. Her hand stretched out, palm covering their rosy cheeks and too-bright smiles. "Hide your eyes, then. Wow. You're just too much." She smiled, dark, cold; her finger traced the outline of the faces again, and she mouthed the words they each spoke.

They moved, though, and she had to move her hand with them, skin to screen. It was hard to keep up, tracing, circling, going up down all around.

"Cass? You in 'ere?" She looked around at Chris as he pushed through the door. He wore his usual bright colours and smile, but his vivid smile didn't annoy her.

"Where's Jal?" she asked absently, turning back to the screen. She scowled; the familiar faces had gone, replaced with new characters - she didn't know these people on the soap, so she let her hand fall away from the humming screen and followed Chris to the couch. She was wearing casual, filthy clothes: a ripped strap-top with stains at the edges and a pair of sky-blue knickers.

"Aw, she's at... I dunno." He glanced to the television and back, then smiled. "With Chelle?"

"Did she tell you that? Or is it - oh - the magic power of love?" She flung back her head and laughed, and he grinned. Any of the others would likely have scowled at her (people did that a lot lately; she wasn't sure why; just because she was crazy didn't mean they had to act like they were, too), but Chris was different. He swallowed pills like most people swallowed chocolates, sandwiches, crisps - and she was always right there with him, shoulders brushing, smile on her lips as she stole the pill from the palm of his hand.

"Love, yeah. Though - don't say that to Jal. Sure she'd like to think it was." He grinned, and nudged her side with his shoulder. "But nah, not love. Sid told..."

He paused; swore.

"Shit. Sorry, Cass."

"Oh. It's totally cool," she said quietly; but it wasn't. The silence settled between them, until Chris reached up and passed his hand fondly over the top of her head.

"How is lovely Sidney, anyway?" She pulled away and snatched the knife from the table; she took an orange and started to peel it, sullenly imagining it to be Sid's head. "Still fucking Michelle?"

"Aw, he's a pucking punt," he said as way of answer. He shrugged, then grinned and snatched the half-peeled orange out of her hands, plucking segments from the skin and popping them in his mouth. "Better than pills, innit?"

"Bollocks," she countered, laughing. "Sorry - pollocks."

"Pollocks back at ya." Grinning, he handed back the remainder of the orange, and leaned across to absently kiss her on the cheek. "Love you, Cass."

She giggled. "You love pills more."

"Maybe." He shrugged, hiding a smile, and reached past her to grab a plastic packet half-full of electric-blue pills from the table. "Pills?"

"Always."