Drabble: Lipstick
Author: williz
Summary: Another Willabeth drabble for the countdown to AWE. I know I know…this was yesterday's, but get over it. I'm posting it anyways. I've already broken all the other rules, so whatever. Lipstick. Willabeth.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that Disney owns…unless Disney owns a toothbrush. I promise I own a toothbrush too.
The day was cold as Will Turner walked down the street to his girlfriend's apartment. The chill was absolutely unbearable. This was the time of the year when heaters in apartments and homes in London were on full blast.
Mrs. Brown stuck her head out of her small garage. "Oh, William?!"
He turned, pleasantly smiling at her and walking back. "Good evening, Mrs. Brown! How are you?" He asked her.
"I just wanted to thank you for fixing my heater yesterday. Mr. Brown told me you did a top notch job!"
"Oh…the button on the thermostat was jammed. It was a piece of cake to fix it. Tell him I said hi, but right now I've got to go…" He started, but found himself pulled by the lapel of his jacket back into her garage.
"Here, take some pie with you. And share some with the doll you've got over on the next street," she said with a wink. "You know I love that little girl!"
Will chuckled. "Thank you, Mrs. Brown. I'll definitely share it with her. We're staying home tonight, so I think we could manage to eat some of this."
"Good." She kissed his cheek with a fierce hug, leaving him staggering out of the garage. "Thanks again, lad!"
He waved and hurried along, eager to reach the warmth of his girlfriend's apartment…and wide open arms.
She opened the door for him and promptly leaned forward to kiss him. She pulled him in and grinned against his lips, shutting the door and sinking into his arms. Opening her arms, she bit her lip to stifle the giggle. "Good evening, my darling," she breathed.
"Good evening, Elizabeth. This…is from Mrs. Brown."
She reached up and used her thumb to smear the lipstick on his face. "This too?" She held up her finger for him to see and he immediately groaned.
"For Christ's sake, why does she do this?" He asked, bringing the sleeve of his jacket up to wipe the lipstick from his cheek.
"She loves you," Elizabeth giggled. "But who wouldn't?"
"Lots of people."
The young woman reached up and kissed him again, wiping more of the lipstick from his cheek. "At least it's a good color…matches your skin tone."
He chuckled as they collapsed against the couch, wrapped in each other's arms in a tight embrace. The lipstick on his cheek still resided there, as if a piece of Mrs. Brown watched over them, her large smile and winking eye hovering over them with glee.
(A/N): Pretty hot, isn't it? I think so. Review, dawgs. I'm outie.
-williz