Pout
--
She sit's on the couch and she carefully swipes the tube of peach flavored gloss over her lips. Her moments are deliberate and slow and he finds the scene in front of him riveting. With each swipe of the tube, her lips take on a soft nude hue and look so inviting that he can barely stop him self from pouncing on her and kissing her senseless.
His enjoyment of this whole scene is heightened by the fact that she knows he's watching. The slow deliberate swipes are all for an audience—for him. She turns towards him and pouts, her lips shimmering and thrust out, almost like an coy invitation. That does it for him.
A few minutes later, the gloss had ended up on his lips and hers look like they have been wiped clean. She glares and he shrugs.
She shouldn't have pouted.
--
Short drabble which I wrote for the Summer of Blues & Love Multifandom Drabble-a-thon Prompts. It's posted on my livejournal too. :)