He doesn't understand why she gets up early, and stays in the bathroom for hours. She thinks he's asleep, but he knows better and wakes himself silently when she does, staying still and occasionally glancing over toward the bathroom.
She spends hours in there, putting on pointless amounts of make-up and fastening her buns into place.
He lays there, silently amused.
She always comes out, her hair tied up into those strange odangos. Her face is covered with powder, making her look "softer"; her eyes dabbed with mascara, making her eyelashes messy clumps.
She comes over and kisses him 'awake', her lips soft against his.
"How do I look?" she asks him, awaiting his reply, which is always the same. Today will be different. He pulls her down against him, wrinkling her freshly donned clothes, and smothers her in a kiss. She pushes against him.
"Stop, you'll mess up my make-up!" she debates, trying to struggle out of his arms. He smirks, knowing full well that he can hold her down. She scowls at him.
He picks her up bridal style and carries her to the bathroom, setting her on the counter as his foot pulls the lever on the bathtub, filling it up with water.
"Darie-"
She doesn't get a chance to finish her protest. His mouth kisses her, distracting her while the tub fills. He starts stripping her clothes, piling them up on the floor. He's already naked from last nights adventures, and he is still kissing her while he lowers them into the bathtub.
Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's doing. He takes a washcloth and delicately washes her face, removing all traces of any make-up. She doesn't protest.
He smiles and showers her with kisses, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
"You look beautiful as always, Serena."
She playfully hits him and then kisses him lightly.
Later, she only dabs on mascara.
If she puts on any more he'll just wash it away.