Girl Moment
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Make-Up
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Warnings: Anatomy
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey knows how to put on make-up, contrary to Dale's belief.
084: Make-Up
Stacey very slowly drew black lines around the rims of her eyelids and set the pencil in her hand down as quickly as she could. A touch of mascara, and much blinking later, she was finished.
"All right," Dale said. "I admit it. I concede. You do know how to put on make-up."
She turned around and grinned at him. "Now will you take me where I want to go?"
He smiled and crossed the room, touching his lips to her cherry red ones. Her body responded nicely. He led her toward the bed.
"I want my date at that fancy new Greek place before your penis gets any attention."
She pulled away. Dale grinned. The dress she was about to pull on was a deep green, almost black, and shimmered delightfully. He watched her slide into it and chalked it up to miraculous that he didn’t ravish her.
"Oh, Stacey, let’s hurry, please. I can’t wait to help you out of that."
She threw a sandal at him and he decided that this was a time he should wait for her. It wasn’t good when she was angry.
"Dale, get the zipper, would you?"
He was tempted to yank it down, but tugged it upwards, ever so gently, anyway.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Make-Up
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Warnings: Anatomy
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey knows how to put on make-up, contrary to Dale's belief.
084: Make-Up
Stacey very slowly drew black lines around the rims of her eyelids and set the pencil in her hand down as quickly as she could. A touch of mascara, and much blinking later, she was finished.
"All right," Dale said. "I admit it. I concede. You do know how to put on make-up."
She turned around and grinned at him. "Now will you take me where I want to go?"
He smiled and crossed the room, touching his lips to her cherry red ones. Her body responded nicely. He led her toward the bed.
"I want my date at that fancy new Greek place before your penis gets any attention."
She pulled away. Dale grinned. The dress she was about to pull on was a deep green, almost black, and shimmered delightfully. He watched her slide into it and chalked it up to miraculous that he didn’t ravish her.
"Oh, Stacey, let’s hurry, please. I can’t wait to help you out of that."
She threw a sandal at him and he decided that this was a time he should wait for her. It wasn’t good when she was angry.
"Dale, get the zipper, would you?"
He was tempted to yank it down, but tugged it upwards, ever so gently, anyway.