It was always unusual to Ozzy, seeing Maria attend to her appearance with something more than jeans and a jacket. She wasn't as attentive to her appearance as most women her age, but it couldn't have mattered much more to either of them. The subtle hints of femininity Maria accentuated herself with intermittently were done with almost disinterest, for infrequent and... formal reasons. Though well aware of it, she couldn't be bothered anymore than she already was, to set aside any more of her attention to superficial things as make up. But this occasion held an entirely different draw than some job interview or class reunion, for it was something that both of them wanted to frill themselves up for. A long-awaited date, something months in the making. Of course it should prompt them to expand beyond their normal efforts!

Watching his girlfriend seated on the other corner of the bed, Ozzy hadn't estimated lipstick's finesse before. It was almost mesmerizing, watching her attend to something so fine; Ozzy ceased his efforts to struggle on his trousers sitting down. Maria traced over the fullest part of her lips knowingly with the scarlet lipstick, but hesitated as she neared the corner. A sliver of concentration crossed her face. Maria moved the lipstick with painstaking care over the thinnest portion of her mouth. Maria pursed her lips briefly. First the right corner, then the left corner, then prodding with a finger tip- but the result was still dissatisfactory after her many attempts. She hesitated, bringing the handheld mirror closer for a moment. Maria tipped her head slightly, to the right, examining her work, deciding whether or not it was worth repeating and perfecting with an vexed sigh.

She tilted the mirror slightly, to accompany Ozzy's face behind her. She was well aware of how long he had been intrigued by her grooming, but the entertainment she got watching his curiosity was much more rewarding than perfecting that scarlet outline; also watching him wrestle with his pants.

"What, do you want to try?" She turned to him inquisitively, on the edge of laughter. Ozzy broke into a long-held smile.

"It can't be that hard, can it?" He replied.

He struggled up from his seated position, and tossed his pants back to the bed. Maria offered the silver tube to Ozzy, a playful challenge that she was sure he would fail miserably at. Despite his assumption from before, be was determined to make it less of a challenge than he previously thought of it as. "It really can't be that hard."

"Yooou'd be suprised." Maria lilted. Ozzy took one glance at the lipstick, and oh, it was on. He took it with enthusiasm, and came to rest sitting in front of her. Whether Ozzy made a fool of himself, or he actually proved himself to have quite the talented hand, it was going to be more then amusing. Maria raised an eyebrow as he twisted the end, extending the crimson end. Ozzy's brows furrowed, leaning quite close to Maria. Her glossed, crimson lips were already perfect, full and currently curved into a familiar smile, the only indication that they were flawed was from Maria's indication. The sight of him with the lipstick raised, his free hand around his wrist to steady himself with the surest expression he could muster was already enough to do Maria in with a flustered giggle. Ozzy just touched the lipstick to her mouth, but his hand still shook. His first contact left a scarlet blotch on the corner of Maria's lips.

"Ozzy, it's not like a marker!"

"Your smiling messed me up! I don't think you can do this if you're smiling." Ozzy countered.

In an attempt to give him at least some help, Maria gestured to the line she had made previously. "There."

Ozzy's face twisted once more in concentration, turning to the place she has indicated. This time, he rested the side of his hand on her cheek, a touch that she smiled again at. Not out of amusement, but more out of affection. Ozzy's hand still shook, but he approached her with a grip just as sure. Again, Ozzy produced another red spot on Maria's face. He then bore a humorous, snarling expression, laughter surging through his body, his eyes widening. Again he drew some crimson shape, and it was then Ozzy finally that for the sake of the rest of Maria's make up, he lowered the lipstick. Maria had difficulty containing herself as she examined Ozzy's work in the mirror.

"What? It can't be that bad, can it?"

"It looks like a... a..."

Maria couldn't muster the coherence to give Ozzy and answer.

"Heeey... I thought it was pretty good!"

The two collapsed backwards onto the mattress, tacky, red kisses dotting Ozzy's chest.