based on a drawing by tumblr user chloe-barge. link to the art.
Green is the Color of Lovestruck Bliss
Washing her face would have been totally rude. Although keeping her face clean should have been her top priority to prevent her pores from clogging, it didn't feel right at all. In any other case, Franke would have scrubbed her make-up off at the end of the day before hopping into her bunk for a good night's rest.
But the lipstick she wore wasn't hers, nor was it simply on her lips. Celadon kiss marks covered her face. They didn't bruise, of course, for Kitty's kisses were soft. Instead, they had been placed delicately on her brow, cheeks, and lips, sometimes overlapping, but always full. Kitty had a tendency to pucker her lips before each peck, and she had treated Franke's face like her personal canvas, Franke more than delighted to comply when Kitty kissed her.
They had parted ways when Oleander made the call for lights out through the loudspeakers. Kitty had given her a wink and wave before swinging her hips all the way to the advanced cadets' cabin. Franke had barely been able to sputter out a goodbye, too entranced with Kitty's affection and charm to form intelligent words.
She glanced overhead at the twinkling stars. None of them compared to Kitty's beauty. Her cheeks flushed bubblegum pink upon that realization, and she touched her cheek, not thinking of how she might have caused the lipstick to stain her hand. Her lips curved, and her heart fluttered, a pleasant warmth spreading throughout her as she revisited her moment with Kitty again and again in her mind.
"Hey! Cadet Athens! I'm not gonna warn you twice! Get your ass in your bunk! Now!" Oleander bellowed through the loudspeakers, his voice rumbling like an earthquake.
She yelped and tore her hand from her cheek. Whipping her head from side to side, she breathed in sharply and clutched her shirt with her other hand. Blinking, Franke shook loose curls of hair out of her face and stumbled away from the trampoline towards the girls' cabin, her shock quickly morphing into annoyance from the coach's harsh interruption.
Before she entered her cabin, she inspected her hand. Kitty's lipstick had been smeared across her palm and covered the creases and veins. Franke's eyes widened, observing the faint lines through them, knowing they were the same ones she saw on Kitty's lips when she puckered them.
Raising her hand to her mouth, she quickly kissed the silhouette. Although she wished it was the real thing, the same fondness rushed through her. She shivered from head to toe as if someone had tickled a sensitive spot on her spine, and when she let her hand fall to her side, she decided.
Oh, yeah, these are gonna stay.
(As she rested underneath her cashmere blanket, Kitty's lips tingled, and she grinned.)
