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A purple seat cushioned you as your girlfriend swiped another shade of lipstick. The color was precisely lined across the gentle curve of her lips, showing just how intentional she was even in small moments. Your gaze focused on her face, the concentrated expression on Vil’s bringing a flush to your cheeks.
She closed the tube, turning to face you instead. A gentle smile stretched across her features as her soft hands cupped your face.
Vil leaned in closer, tilting your head upwards to press a delicate kiss to your temple. Your face was already littered in an array of kisses from previously tested tints, and it was clear there was no end in sight until Vil found the perfect one.
She pulled back, taking a moment to both see how the shade looked and how adorable you looked showered in her love. You were hers and hers alone.
“What do you think about that shade, dear?” Vil angled your face at the mirror, grinning at her work. “Too warm, don’t you think? I’m looking for something with a cooler tone.” She grabbed a wipe, using it to remove the lasting remnants of the lipstick. “I suppose we will have to keep on looking.”
Vil placed the wipe onto the table, turning her attention to you instead. Her hand curved against your cheek, stroking it as if you were a precious jewel she would forever cherish.
“I think this shade would suit you better, darling.” Vil whispered, smiling ever so warmly as she did whenever she was with you- especially in private like this. You lifted a weight off of her chest, reminding her that she could still take time for herself and enjoy it with you despite her busy schedule and . She wasn’t just a world renowned star, she was also yours.
She grabbed a pinkish-red shade, taking the lid off before pressing it to your lips. Started by the sudden shift, you questioned her actions. “Vil? What’re you doing?”
Her intense gaze met yours as she responded. “Shh. If you talk then it will smear.”
You knew better than to object, so you stayed quiet until she was done applying it.
Vil’s focused expression softened as she saw the color on you, a reserved smile painted on her face. She leaned in closer, beckoning your affection.
You pressed your lips against her cheek, leaving a mark on her pristine skin. Despite the imperfection left on her, she didn’t feel mad. Far from it; having your infatuation like this, in such a jaw and genuine way, made everything worth it.
“Keep going. No need to stop.” She cooed, a hand coming to the nape of your neck and running itself through your hair.
You continued to press more kisses against Vil, the intensity of the marks fading. However, that didn’t mean they didn’t make a lasting mark, forever embedding themselves to her heart.