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Tonight was date night, a sacred time for Ash and Y/N who unfortunately didn’t get a lot of time off thanks to his shitty S-Mart job and her equally shitty diner job. But on this sacred of all nights when they both had enough saved up to go out somewhere, they were going to make the most of it. And ‘making the most of it’ usually meant Y/N taking her dear sweet time getting ready.
For a guy like Ash, getting ready simply meant taking a shower and running a comb through his hair before picking out a cologne that didn’t burn Y/N’s nose.
The same couldn’t be said for Y/N. After a shower that took twice as long as his, she dried off, put on a satin bathrobe, and parked herself on the floor in front of the full-length mirror in her room to do her makeup. Which was going to take even longer. Beauty was therapeutic and dolling herself up was enjoyable, so of course Y/N was going to take her time.
“Well, hello gorgeous.”
Y/N looked behind her in the mirror to find Ash leaning against the doorframe, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Hello, handsome,” she replied. “Or should I call you sweetheart since you’re quoting Streisand now?” He scoffed as he made himself across the room to where she sat.
“Do you have to take so long? We’re not going anywhere fancy,” Ash asked while moving to sit behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. The smell of Old Spice and cheap cologne lingered on his skin.
“You smell good, ” he purred into her neck. “What perfume are you wearing?” Y/N shivered when he started to press soft little kisses into her neck while his flesh hand roamed her skin, his metal hand keeping her in place with her back flush to his front.
“It’s shower gel, Ash,” she said with a giggle. “I haven’t put any perfume on yet.”
“You still smell good,” he mumbled.
Y/N managed to ignore his constant feeling-up while she finished her eyeshadow, but once she picked up the mascara, she noticed his fingers dancing closer and closer to her breasts, starting to peek inside of her robe.
“Hey,” she said while swatting lightly at Ash’s forehead. “You can manhandle me as much as you want when we come back home, I’m busy now.”
“But I want to manhandle you now,” he whined as he lightly ran his fingers over the top of her breast before quickly plunging them into her armpit.
“Ash!” Y/N squealed as she tried her best to squirm away from him. “Stop it! I’m going to poke myself in the eye!”
Ash eased up on the tickling and sat back to look at Y/N properly in the mirror while she carefully applied the mascara to her lashes.
“Y’know, you don’t need to put all of this stuff on, you’re pretty anyway,”
“I don’t wear ‘this stuff’ to be pretty, Ash,” Y/N said bluntly, “I wear it because I like to.”
“Alright, alright,” Ash said while holding his hands up. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it, baby. You’re just always pretty.”
“I know you didn’t mean any harm,” Y/N said as she turned slightly to stroke his cheek lightly. “You just don’t think before you say things.”
Ash took his little misstep as his cue to leave Y/N to finish getting ready and shifted to his knees to get up. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Just don’t take too long, we gotta go.”
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