For the OTP Boot Camp with the prompt: sin
And for the Favorite Character Boot Camp with the prompt: makeup
Charlie could not believe he was actually wearing a tie. He reached up to adjust the offensive piece of material but no matter what he did, it felt as though he was being strangled. He then attempted to make his hair lie flat and failed miserably. He shrugged, deciding that his appearance was at least somewhat presentable and it would just have to do. He looked up and met Katie's eye in the mirror as she came to stand in the doorway.
"You clean up nice," she said, coming up to wrap her arms around his waist.
"I can't believe you talked me into this."
Katie grinned and reached up to adjust his tie so that it was straight as well as comfortable. "It's just one night. We won't even stay too long. I have to attend at least one benefit dinner for the Harpies this season. I practically got my head bit off last year when I didn't." She turned him to face her and inspected her handiwork. "Much better."
"You're lucky I love you," he said.
She grinned pecked him on the lips. "I know."
She went about getting ready and he watched in fascination. She stuck several pins in her mouth and carefully placed them in her hair, one by one, so that it was swept out of her face. Her long, dark waves, hung down her back and he restrained himself from running his hand through it and ruining her work. She made it look so effortless.
She opened a cabinet and pulled out a box of makeup. Charlie wrinkled his nose at it. "You don't need any of that, love."
She smiled and dusted her nose. "You're sweet."
"No. I'm honest." He picked up a bottle of mascara and inspected it closer. "It's a sin the way girls think this stuff will make them more attractive. I like your face the way it is."
Katie laughed and took the mascara from him. "I love that you like my face the way it is, dear. But, just for tonight, we have to be a little fake. Do you think you can handle it?"
He sighed in resignation. "I'll try my best," he groaned.
"You always do."
She led the way out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse. She went to go out the front door but Charlie pressed a hand against it, preventing her from opening it. She grinned and turned around. "Come on, Charlie. We really do have to go."
"When I said that I like your face the way it is, I really meant that you're beautiful. You know that, right?" He looked down at her earnestly and she could tell he wasn't going to let the subject drop.
"I know."
"Because you are."
"Thank you."
"That's not an opinion; that's a fact."
"Okay!" She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him soundly on the mouth to shut him up. It was effective and she made her point quite clearly.
Satisfied, Charlie stood up straighter and tugged at his jacket. "All right then," he said, taking a deep breath, preparing himself for the tortuous evening ahead of him. "Let's get this over with."