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Silk hugs Evelyn's graceful curves with an elegance she manages to portray effortlessly. Her lipstick is immaculate and the combination of earthly tones for her eyeshadow and eyeliner makes her gaze feel sharper and enticing.
From below her, resting on Evelyn's soft bed as she straddles his waist in an attempt to do his makeup, Richard can't help but stare in admiration. She's wearing her favourite pearls and that perfume that reminds Richard of spring and tranquil rivers.
The press and drag of brushes against her skin makes Richard tickle, but she tries her best not to move an inch. He doesn't want to frustrate his princess, so he endures it.
It also scares her, the ritual of makeup. Part of her wants to enjoy the intimate moment, the feeling of Evelyn so close she could grab her chin and kiss those sweet lips. But she's also afraid. What if she doesn't look pretty? Perhaps he isn't made for that. It's probably not his thing.
Richard tries to focus on the weight of Evelyn on top of her, the softness of the silk bedding against her palms. Everything in Evelyn's life exudes quality and indicates a refined taste. He doesn't seem to fit in that kind of life.
But she wants to, she wants the woman that's lovingly applying blush on her cheeks, her brows furrowed as she studies her work. Richard wants nothing but to kiss those pouty lips.
She looks up, trying not to think about it, when she notices Evelyn is staring back at her. There's something indescribable in that gaze that makes Richard feel warm and vulnerable. She knows that longing matches the one reflected on her own gaze.
A cautious hand caresses his cheek in a gentle manner, stopping at his lips. A thumb slides softly over them, almost teasingly. “You look enticing. I did a great job with you.” Her gaze is filled with adoration, and Richard has no way to avoid the way her heart beats faster as she gets consumed with love.
So she lets herself crumble and gives in, tangling her hand in those soft blonde locks, pressing down.
The kiss is soft and slow, as they both pour their love into the other, a longing so strong it leaves them breathless. Evelyn chuckles, and Richard thinks it's the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.
The woman on top of her grabs her chin softly. “I have to reapply your lipstick. Stay still, dear.” She muses, grabbing one of her lipsticks, her movements as she applies it are almost reverent. It's as if Evelyn were holding something dear to her. “And done!”
Evelyn moves aside so Richard can finally sit, and she lets her go, albeit reluctantly. A handheld mirror is placed in front of her, and she grabs it with hesitation. “Do I really look pretty?”
The words escape his mouth before he can stop them. Evelyn just kisses her cheek and whispers, “You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen.”
Her heart swells with affection and she finally raises her arm, surprising herself as she sees her reflection. She looks… like she's never seen herself before. Pretty, beautiful even.
Her smile is genuine as she speaks, “Thank you, darling. I'd have never dared to do this on my own, I must say.” He winces a little as he admits it, feeling ashamed of himself.
She feels hands hugging her waist from behind, as Evelyn gives her a small peck on her shoulder. “Invite me to dinner and I'll consider doing this for you every single time you want it. Perhaps buying me a nice dress can also make me think about it.” Her tone is playful, yet it has an enamoured edge as she continues, “Though I don't think I'll need that much convincing to accept working with such a gorgeous woman.”
“Oh? Am I gorgeous now?” Richard teases, smiling as she lowers the mirror, leaving it aside on the bed.
Evelyn hugs her tighter as she hums in agreement. Richard softly laughs at that, before standing up and grabbing her darling's hands to help her get out of bed. “Shall we dine together here then?”
Evelyn looks at her with a soft expression. “If by that you mean that you are the one cooking, and I only have to stay there looking pretty and making you company, then yes.”
They both laugh as they head to the kitchen, and Richard's heart fills with a welcoming warmth when he softly touches her own face. She thinks to herself, as she grabs Evelyn's hand tighter, how nice it is to feel safe and loved.