Grell
I woke up to his lips on mine in a chaste kiss.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. It is time to awaken."
I mumbled a semi-coherent "good morning" and smiled. He helped me out of the bathtub, and I noticed he was fully dressed and ready for work.
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out! I don't have my make-up on yet, and I'm sure my hair is atrocious, and -"
"Grell, you know I -"
"No. Out. I'll be ready soon."
I shoved him out of the bathroom and locked the door. Turning to the mirror, I sighed. I looked like death, and not in the good way. I leaned in, and meticulously applied my foundation, adding blush. My eyeshadow, eyeliner, lashes, and mascara were next. Lastly, I added my blood red lipstick. I ran a brush through my long red hair, and placed my glasses on my nose, adjusting the skulls to perfection.
I looked down at the floor where my clothes were. I pulled on my black dress pants, and buttoned my white shirt. The brown waistcoat came next, followed by my red striped ribbon around my collar. I laced up my red and black heeled boots, and donned my red coat, letting it hang at my elbows. Looking back at the mirror, I was pleased with my appearance.
I opened the door and nearly ran into Claude.
"What are you doing standing there? Have you been there this whole time?"
"I was waiting for my beautiful love."
"Well, now I'm beautiful."
He gave me a questioning look. "What do you mean 'now'?"
"Well, it's just that I'm so… manly in the morning. It's not -"
He cupped my face in his hands, giving me a soft smile.
"Grell. I love you. All aspects of you. You are beautiful no matter what. That means with or without make-up."
He pulled me into an embrace and I hugged him tighter than I ever had. I don't know what I did to deserve this wonderful man, but I wouldn't trade him for the world.