This one is a lot longer than the previous ones and Puck is really out-of-character in this story, like more so than the other stories. This isn't my best story though, so be warned. Thanks for reading.
Makeup
The problem with Puck is he's unable to understand the minds of other people. He lacks the ability to put himself in their shoes, see the world from their perspective, listen to his words without knowing his original intent. Maybe it's because he was brought up as a prince, someone whose needs should be tended to before the needs of other citizens; maybe it's because he never really found a situation where he had to visualise the thoughts of others; heck maybe he was just born that way, but that was who he was.
He's always thought that the best way to show people that you care is to purposely overreact when they do something, that that's the most effective way to tell them they're perfect.
It works, sometimes, and it can be funny.
But other times, it just gets plain annoying, and that's when the trouble begins.
...
When Puck told Sabrina she didn't need makeup, he said it with the kindest of intentions. He was trying to make her feel better, tell her something that would hint just a little bit about how much he liked her, as well as let out a little bit of the emotional confusion swirling around in his head. She had taken it as just that, a compliment, and it was nice, and refreshing, and new, and it became a thing.
It became their thing.
...
On one of their dates, she had purposely worn a little lip gloss, just to see how he'd react, the weird sparkly kind that she wouldn't be caught dead in if she wasn't trying to make it painfully obvious that she was wearing it. Which, she was.
He didn't notice it at first, he was so used to seeing her not wear makeup, that when he saw her he didn't quite register the fact that her lips were a little different than usual. But when they were walking out of the movie theatre, the hot electric lights flickering down on them, he noticed that her lips were a little shinier than expected, and he stopped and asked why. She had merely smiled, and feigned ignorance, but he knew and he pressed on.
Finally, she admitted she was wearing some lip gloss, just trying it out, see what it would look like.
"But Grimm!" he whined "I told you you don't need that stuff!"
"Well I'm just testing it," she huffed, "if it doesn't look good I won't put it on."
But he was still pouting, mumbling about how she was just wasting her money, when suddenly something clicked and a brilliant idea (well it was brilliant for him) popped into his mind.
"Grimm," he said slowly, craftily, "is there any way I'll be able to persuade you to rub that stuff off?"
"Not until we get home Puck," she sighed, rummaging around in her purse.
"Right," he said, putting his plan into action, "I'll just have to take it off myself," and with a sly grin he seized her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers.
She struggled for a bit, confused at what was happening, but then she realised, he was kissing her, and she started kissing back. When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, he looked at her lips and went,
"Nope, I can still some gloss on there," and leaned forward again. This time she was ready, and as her arms went around his neck he grinned, and laced his fingers over her waist. When they arrived back home, breathing heavily, their lips were both red and swollen, although Puck's, Daphne noticed, was just that bit glittery-er than Sabrina's.
...
One night he went into the bathroom, exasperated at the damn tie he couldn't figure out how to use, and found her fiddling around with what looked like eyeshadow, and eyeliner.
"What are you doing?" he asked rudely.
She glanced at him, rolled her eyes, and turned back to the mirror. "What's it look like I'm doing fairy boy?"
"Well," he began heavily, "it looks like you're trying on makeup, even though I told you before that you didn't need it."
"It's for the ball," she growled, "you're required to look nice."
"But you already look nice Sabrina," he said, "you don't need makeup to show that." He blushed a little after saying that, and so did she, and he could see the corners of her lips twitch upwards a little. But they went down again almost immediately after, and she kept applying.
"Well still, I'm putting it on anyway."
"Argh," he grunted, "why don't you ever listen to anything I say?"
She flinched, and put down her brush. Swiveling around, she said furiously, "Are you kidding? I always listen to you! Whenever you make some stupid suggestion, its always me who actually think about your idea, instead of just ignoring it. If anything, you're the one who ignores me!" She breathed deeply, and went back to touching up her makeup.
She heard him shuffle his feet and then walk out, muttering darkly. "Whatever," she thinks she heard him say. Finally, when she was finished, she went downstairs to find him sitting on the couch waiting by the door. He looked up when he heard her come down, and stood up hesitantly.
"Sorry for getting mad earlier," he mumbled, "it wasn't your fault I guess."
A little taken aback at how mature he had become, she quickly recovered and walked forward, closing the distance between them. "Its fine," she smiled, "don't worry about it." She saw him playing around with his still untied-tie and grasped it firmly in both hands. "Dammit Puck, you can't even do this right," she scolded playfully, quickly adjusting it correctly for him.
He grinned, and put his lips next to her ear. "Thanks Sabrina" he whispered, ridiculously close to her.
She frowned at the distraction, especially at how unjustifiably good it felt, and finished up. "No problem fairy boy." she said, stepping away.
"Not so fast," he said suddenly, and his arms shot out to grab her, "I want to properly say thank you first," he continued, and pressed his lips to her.
...
He had just come home from a very trying day at work, and he was not in a good mood. Going straight for the kitchen, he grabbed a bag of chips and sat down to eat them in front of the TV, grumbling. When she walked in a little after him, she put her briefcase wearily down on the table and walked over to her husband. He looked up, still scowling, and when he saw her face his eyes narrowed. "What's that on your face?" he demanded harshly.
She sighed, and gestured to the foundation and mascara she wore. "You mean this?," she asked, "this stuff?"
"Yeah," he barked, "what's that."
Her eyelids started to droop close, and she sat down. "It's called makeup Puck." she yawned, and leaned back.
"Why are you wearing it?" he snapped.
"I had a court case," she replied drowsily, "and it makes me looks professional."
"Well wipe it off," he snapped, "you don't need it."
This last comment annoyed her and she sat upright, glaring at him. "Look Puck," she snapped, "I understand that you've had a bad day and you're annoyed but that doesn't mean you get to act like this alright? Just lay off, it's only a bit of makeup."
He scowled and went back to eating his chips, staring moodily at the TV. "I'm just saying," he started, "you don't need it and I don't see why you insist on wearing it."
She groaned, throwing up her arms, and trudged upstairs. "I don't care any more Puck, I'm tired and I want to sleep and I'm going to bed." she called. He sat there for a couple minutes more, before setting down the bowl and dashing upstairs, where she was curled up on the mattress. "What do you want?" she said curtly, still angry.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance and just waved at her face. "Just wondering how you could possibly think that gunk makes you look good," he snarled. He knew that he was just lashing out at her, just using her as an outlet for all that pent-up frustration he's had for the last few days, but it felt so good to let it all out, and he just couldn't stop.
She stood up, eyes glistening a little, and bared her teeth at him. "Why are you doing this Puck?" she hissed, "Why are you being such an ass Puck? Can't you just be nice for once?"
"Nice?" he snorted, "Yeah right. I am being nice, I'm telling you the truth. Maybe that way you can fix yourself up for once."
This set her off, and the next minute she was yelling at him, and he was yelling back, and suddenly they got into another one of their fights, already short tempers burning ever shorter, insults and threats and screams ricocheting off the walls.
...
The next morning, Puck wakes up, after having exhausting himself from all the shouting, to find himself alone in bed. He panics, and bolts up, terrified at the thought that something may have happened to her. He hears the shatter of glass downstairs and gasps, wings popping out as he flies down to the kitchen.
"Sabrina! Sabrina!" he calls out desperately, head going from side to side as he looked around.
Finally his eyes focus, and he sees her standing by the sink, looking at him curiously, the remains of a plate strewn around her. He sighs relieved, and smiles at her, when he sees her glaring at him, no doubt remembering the events of last night.
Gulping, he turned and fled, going upstairs, thinking quickly. I have to make it up to her, he thinks, as he runs a hand through his hair. It was my fault I suppose.
Making up his mind, he quickly throws on a change of clothes and brushes his teeth, before racing downstairs again, picking up a broom by the closet. Hovering in the air, he sees her kneeling over, sweeping up the glass into a dustpan and taps her on the shoulder. She looks up and he offers his hand, and his toothiest grin.
"Let me handle it," he says, "go eat breakfast or something."
She almost smiles, but then she seems to remember that she was supposed to be angry, and scowls. Standing up by herself, she dusts off her knees and walks over to the counter, and begins munching on her toast. He begins to sweep up the shards into the dustpan, whistling a cheery tune as he worked. She ignored him, mostly, before finally setting down her food and looking at him pointedly.
"Will you knock it off?" she says.
He grins sheepishly, and stops. "Right, sorry" The room is silent now, except for the occasional tinkle as glass shards run into the plastic dish, or a quiet crunch as Sabrina eats. Finally, Puck decides enough is enough, and swallows his pride.
"I'm sorry," he begins.
The crunching stops, and Sabrina turns to him. "Excuse me?" she asks.
Biting back the automatic sarcastic remark, he says it again. "I'm sorry Sabrina, for acting like such an ass last night."
She blinks, unsure how to respond, and swallows, putting down her bread. "Oh." she says.
Taking advantage of her momentary surprise, he continues. "I was really tired and pissed off last night and I had spent my whole day holding in my frustration at my idiot clients so when you came home I just saw a chance to let it all out and I took it. I know, I know, that's a stupid move, and no, before you say anything you are not just an outlet for my anger and I did not marry you just so I can vent my annoyance out on you.
"Oh gosh I'm not doing a very good job of this. Look point is, I'm really sorry for how I acted last night and it was all my fault and I hope we can just go back to how we were before and man I really want to kiss you right about now. Oh shoot that doesn't mean I said sorry because I wanted to kiss you, but I do like kissing you and oh I'm just making things worse. I'm going to stop now."
All this comes out in a garbled, jumbled-up mess and when he finishes, his head drops and he looks at the ground, face flushed as he continues to sweep. Suddenly he hears a wonderful sound, a sound of complete amusement and humour, and looks up to find her laughing, head downwhile that joyous sound comes out of her mouth.
He watches in abject curiosity until finally she calms down enough to talk properly, smothering her giggles. In between chuckles, she says
"That was quite possibly the worst apology I have ever heard Puck. It was honestly, so bad."
He blushes, and looks down again.
But hey," and here she stands up and walks over to him, his cheeks still a deep red, "you meant it, and that's what's important."
Placing her arms his neck, they knock foreheads, noses touching. She can feel the heat emanating off of him, and his breath is warm on her lips, coming out in steady, tight puffs. She moves her head forwards and they kiss, feeling him smile into it as her eyes close.
When they break apart, their lips stayed together, not kissing, just touching.
"So I'm guessing this means you forgive me right?" Puck asks, with a cheeky grin.
She chuckles. "What do you think fairy boy?"
"I think I may need another kiss to confirm."
Rolling her eyes, she nonetheless complied, and their lips lock.
...
In the weeks preceding her birthday, Puck was seen as getting more and more nervous. He seemed to be checking the contents of his bank account more and more frequently, patting his wallet every so often, and he was seen perusing various shops down at the mall.
Eventually, the day arrived, and Puck flies grinning into their bedroom, holding two wrapped parcels. Setting them down, he smiles winningly at Sabrina and gestures at them.
"Open them up." he says.
Warily, she opened the first present, large and squarish, half-expecting it to be a tub of goo or something. Instead, a large makeup kit fell onto her lap, filled with brushes and powders and all kinds of different pencils and lipsticks. She looked, confused, at him, but he simply held up one hand and motioned for her to open the second gift as well.
This one was smaller, cylindrical and smooth, and it opened to reveal a kind of unmarked can.
"What the-", she began before it suddenly sprung open, rubber snakes flying everywhere with a loud pop! Puck starts laughing, waving his hands at the sudden jump it gave her, and she lifts it to throw at him when she happens to peer inside. And stops moving. In it was a small velvet box, a deep rich red, and she carefully opens it to reveal a beautiful ring.
Two pairs of crystal insect wings were set in it, one emerald and one sapphire. It was delicately simple, and its simplicity was what made it so original, and thoughtful. Sabrina stars at for it a second longer before coughing slightly and looking up at the man in front of her, who is now peering at her with earnest eyes.
"Puck, I-"
"Wait," he interrupted, "let me just get this off my chest before you say anything. I just want you to know that I've been thinking about the makeup thing and I've decided that you're right, and that you should be allowed to wear it if you want so I bought you this pack to show that if you want to wear makeup you can and I won't try and stop you. That much. I genuinely don't think you need it but if you do, then you can-"
"Puck," Sabrina says suddenly, "stop. I'm just going to stop you right there. I don't wear makeup because I like it. I wear it because I have to." She sighs. "So thanks for the kit, but I don't think I'll need it."
Puck breaks into a relieved grin, and wraps his arms around her.
"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that." He replies. "Hey do you think Marshmallow will notice if I give this to her on Christmas?"
She smiles, amused. "No Puck, I don't think she'll notice."
He grins. "Wonderful."
Laughing, Sabrina pressed her lips to his, letting them linger there for a moment.
"Happy birthday stinkpot." he says.
"Thanks, fairy boy."
Thanks for reading. I know they're really out-of-character but I tried to keep them in-character when I could. Please review.