There was a very good reason why Lucy doesn't wear make-up.
During one of her periods of 'remodeling' herself from a remark of how she wasn't exactly that girly for being the bottom in their relationship by her girlfriend Erza Scarlet herself, (like Erza, of all people, was anyone to question someone's femininity) she had decided it was time to make a change. So the easiest and girliest thing she could think of was in fact make up.
That didn't last but a few days.
Today, Lucy had decided on this dark shade of scarlet lipstick, almost exactly the shade of her love's hair. The said lover really appreciated the gesture, like really.
Lucy reeled out from this secluded room she didn't know the guild even had, to the bar. The celestial mage was still trying to collect herself from being kissed senseless only a few minutes ago.
Little did she know that the take-over mage behind the bar was silently watching her stumble on a stool (to the best of her abilities, it's kinds hard sitting down in a skirt with you underwear no anywhere on your body, but she managed), and she would have took notice of the silver-blonde's smile lifting approximately 1-inch upward. The only sign she could have gotten.
"Lucy?" The Barmaid spoke after a moment of studying the Blonde who looked like she didn't even know where she was or her surroundings. The celestial mage blinked a few times, now realizing that she had been staring off into nothing in particular, so attempting to collect herself and put on her best I-Didn't-Just-Have-So-Many-Orgasms-That-I-Can't-Walk-Straight smile.
"Yes Mira?" her voice was hoarse, and the gods knew why.
"Your face."
"What about it, is it still intact?" she lifted her hands to her face to urgently feel around for everything that was supposed to be. Yeah, yet another con of orgasms from Erza. Brain function seized to work.
Mira-jane giggled at the easily identified post-orgasmic woman. "Yes, silly, but that's not it." and without another word, Mira reached somewhere behind the bar for certain something and handed it to the girl.
"Oh. My. Goddesses."
Mira full-on snickerd at the blonde's ashen expression, "You and Erza are like bunnies, the storage room?"
She blused, a shade that could rival to her smudged lipstick. "I..."
As if the scenario wasn't embarrassing enough, Erza hightailed her way to where the duo was having a very, awkward conversation.
Same dreamy look present on her face, the same look Lucy had on hers not moments ago, "Mira." she greeted, and then gave her girlfriend a side-eyed glance with a grin. But then she noticed something. "Lucy your-"
"Wouldn't be worried so much about hers." Mira interrupted, her cheshire grin growing impossibly, disturbingly, wider.
Erza was puzzled for a second, before he still mildly embarrassed girlfriend handed her the pocket mirror, and examined herself.
She became as red as the lipstick smeared on her lips.
"I've walked passed the boys and they didn't say a thing!" The red-head furiously whiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "Although they did seem like they were holding back laughter, I'm going to k-"
Lucy didn't hear the rest of that, or more like didn't care too much of what her girlfriend was saying cause she very much knew how that was gonna end. She was more worried about who she had ran into from the trip to the bar and how no one had felt the need to inform her on how there was lipstick practically on her cheek.
She really loved her guild mates. The barmaids full-blown laughter told her they really loved her too.
And after that little incident Lucy never touched make up again.
Well, with the exception of foundation. She's had to cover up more hickeys than she could count, but even that had a flaw. One unfortunate day of swimming, But that was a story for another time.