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It had begun with Hunter asking a question, a simple one at that. “How do you do makeup?” But, like most pivotal moments, it pushed the first domino and set off.
Sweet honey light dripped from the overhead bulb, and petite milk-coloured fairy lights hung from the walls. Hunter lay amongst the blankets in the center of the bed, his hair in all directions against the pillow.
Your knees are on either side of Hunter’s body as you work on his face, a palette and brushes in hand.
“What colour do you want the eyeshadow?”
“Yellow.”
“Matte or glitter?”
“Glitter.”
Your conversation was limited to simple questions and answers, but it didn’t need to be anything more. The way your eyes took notice of the others, how Hunter’s arm uncomfortably hung in the air before settling itself on your waist, the calm settling of Hunter’s breathing as you began to apply primer to his eyelids.
You laugh lightly as Hunter squinches up his face at the feeling of the cold substance. “I’m putting on the eyeshadow now, relax your eyes.” Hunter took a deep breath and relaxed the tension in his face.
You pressed the darker colour into the contour of his eyelid and filled in the rest with the base, blending with your fluffy brush. It felt odd to simply rest your hand on Hunter’s cheek as you worked, to feel his each exhale as he thoroughly relaxed. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was sleeping.
You rubbed your index finger into the dish of shiny gold, running a line through the middle of each eye with the highlight and then blending. “Eyeliner?”
“Sure.”
“How much?
“Just a little.”
“Alright.” You pull out your eyeliner and slowly drag it against Hunter’s upper lashline. You normally have a steady hand to the millimeter, but something about being so close to Hunter’s face made the wet black line waver in the slightest.
You repeated the process on the other eye, making it a little thicker to cover up the shake. You drew your attention to the whole of Hunter’s face, admiring your work and noticing he already had pink blooming on his cheeks. “You hardly need the blush, huh?”
“I- I’m not blushing,” He declared, contradicting the clear sight in front of you.
“Well, if you aren’t I suppose I’ll have to add some,” You said, coating your lips with bright red lipstick.
“Wh-what are you-” He was cut off by the sensation of you kissing his cheek. More crimson appeared on his cheeks that most certainly didn’t include the kiss mark.
You kiss his other cheek, gifted with unintelligible stammering as a result. You grab a sponge and begin to blend in the kiss marks to make blush (which he didn’t need at all). “O-oh, it was for blush, yeah, I- I knew that…” Hunter lied.
You, oblivious to the tone of Hunter’s voice, began applying the highlights above the blush. It was all done, except for one thing. “I- I think you need to do my lips now, right?”
You leaned in close enough to see the shimmer in Hunter’s eyes, his lips parted as you hovered over him. He had every chance to stop it, but he kept his eyes firmly fixated on you. “Is this alright?”
Hunter nodded, as your lips slowly met his. It felt so simple but so groundbreaking at the same time. His arms wrapped around you tighter as you relaxed into his embrace so close to him you could feel his heart beating rapidly through his bumblebee yellow sweater, quite similar to your own. Everything felt warm and peaceful, like instead of laying on a bed they were in fluffy clouds far above all woe and trial.
After what seemed like a minute (but was most likely half an hour) you pulled away from Hunter and flopped onto your back so you were laying side by side with him. Your lipstick was smeared and there was multiple kiss marks across Hunter’s face. “I think you need to do my makeup more often,” He said.
“Yeah,” You breathed out. “I do.”