Leigh!fic | Pretty Man (1/1) | Carter Clearwater-Vaisey/Grace Flynn
Title: Pretty Man (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Carter Clearwater-Vaisey/Grace Flynn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 387
Summary: Carter lets Gracie play.
Author’s Notes: This was written for elle_blessing as part of my Unemployment 2011 Drabble Meme using the prompt "guyliner." For context, both characters are original characters from the second generation Harry Potter RPG, pink_lambs. Grace Flynn belongs to elle_blessing, and Carter Clearwater-Vaisey is mine.
"Hold still!"
"You are holding a pointed object approximately two millimetres from my eye," Carter pointed out dryly, meeting her bright gaze in the mirror. A little huff of indignation slipped from the blonde's lips, and his lips curled despite his arched brow and tone. "Not blinking is relatively difficult."
"I do it all the time," Gracie teased, crinkling her nose down at him.
"You're a girl."
"Well spotted. Now, hold still."
Her lips pursed, and two small hands reached out; the black pencil grasped lightly in one hand. The other, she pressed lightly against his cheek. Her breath caught at the sensation of his stubble and skin, warm beneath her palm, but she determinedly ignored the urge to slide her hand higher through his hair.
One thumb pressed at the corner of his eye, pulling the skin tight. "Hold still," she said again, this time pressing the tip of her eyeliner pencil against his skin. Slowly, with a practiced hand, she drew a dark, unbroken line from one corner of his eye to the other, blending it in with his long lashes. "Going to make you nice and pretty."
Carter gave a half-smirk, eyes still closed. "Why, Tiny Dancer, I'm almost offended. Are you saying I'm not pretty already?"
Gracie giggled as she slipped her leg over his lap, switching to his other eye. If she scooted slightly closer than was absolutely necessary, then it was no one's business but her own. He was tall, handsome and warm, and he had a demeanor that commanded attention whenever he was in the room.
Mmmmmm.
"You're a very pretty man," she assured him, adding a second dark line to match its twin. Very pretty; arrestingly so. More than one girl at Incubus Dreams had commented on his dark eyes, devilish smile, and charm that melted knickers at thirty paces.
She was of a mind to agree with them.
"There," she said, sitting back with her hands on her hips, a satisfied grin pulling at her lips. "All done."
Dark eyes opened, and Carter couldn't help but smirk at the look on her face. Long, elegant hands slid up to rest on her hips, toying with the lace at the bottom of her corset. "Still dangerous to the integrity of a girl's lacy knickers?"
"And the dignity of her livelihood."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Carter Clearwater-Vaisey/Grace Flynn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 387
Summary: Carter lets Gracie play.
Author’s Notes: This was written for elle_blessing as part of my Unemployment 2011 Drabble Meme using the prompt "guyliner." For context, both characters are original characters from the second generation Harry Potter RPG, pink_lambs. Grace Flynn belongs to elle_blessing, and Carter Clearwater-Vaisey is mine.
"Hold still!"
"You are holding a pointed object approximately two millimetres from my eye," Carter pointed out dryly, meeting her bright gaze in the mirror. A little huff of indignation slipped from the blonde's lips, and his lips curled despite his arched brow and tone. "Not blinking is relatively difficult."
"I do it all the time," Gracie teased, crinkling her nose down at him.
"You're a girl."
"Well spotted. Now, hold still."
Her lips pursed, and two small hands reached out; the black pencil grasped lightly in one hand. The other, she pressed lightly against his cheek. Her breath caught at the sensation of his stubble and skin, warm beneath her palm, but she determinedly ignored the urge to slide her hand higher through his hair.
One thumb pressed at the corner of his eye, pulling the skin tight. "Hold still," she said again, this time pressing the tip of her eyeliner pencil against his skin. Slowly, with a practiced hand, she drew a dark, unbroken line from one corner of his eye to the other, blending it in with his long lashes. "Going to make you nice and pretty."
Carter gave a half-smirk, eyes still closed. "Why, Tiny Dancer, I'm almost offended. Are you saying I'm not pretty already?"
Gracie giggled as she slipped her leg over his lap, switching to his other eye. If she scooted slightly closer than was absolutely necessary, then it was no one's business but her own. He was tall, handsome and warm, and he had a demeanor that commanded attention whenever he was in the room.
Mmmmmm.
"You're a very pretty man," she assured him, adding a second dark line to match its twin. Very pretty; arrestingly so. More than one girl at Incubus Dreams had commented on his dark eyes, devilish smile, and charm that melted knickers at thirty paces.
She was of a mind to agree with them.
"There," she said, sitting back with her hands on her hips, a satisfied grin pulling at her lips. "All done."
Dark eyes opened, and Carter couldn't help but smirk at the look on her face. Long, elegant hands slid up to rest on her hips, toying with the lace at the bottom of her corset. "Still dangerous to the integrity of a girl's lacy knickers?"
"And the dignity of her livelihood."