Love Letters Written In Lipstick

By: ParamoreXO

Before a date, most girls will obsess in front of their mirrors fixing every little itsy bitsy detail possible that seems totally out of place for unbelievablehours. If we curl our hair and one curl is a little whack compared to the rest of the bunch, we spend at least ten more freakin minutes fixing that one single glossycurl. If our hair is up and there's a stray piece dangling tauntingly in our face, we angrily take it all back down to fix it again, bobby pins tending to not be reliable in my own hair to clip that one tiny strand back. If all those second thoughts on our outfits finally win us over, we change and redo our whole entire ensemble, taking up at least another hour…minimum time. All in all, we stress, analyze, critique, and redo. It's a cruel cycle, I know, but that's what we do.

Or, at least, that's what I do. Not being exactly the normal, typical teenage girl you would classify, I don't know if every girl is as obsessive over how I look right before I see my boyfriend. But I can make a pretty safe bet that's how it goes down. If only he knew…

Usually, I find that all those hours in front of a mirror, feeling like a total idiot like all the vain divas at my prep school, pay off. All the time, Kevin will let words slip from his tempting lips that I'm "beautiful" or "hot" or whatever. Usually, it's really hard to get Kevin to get all mushy for anyone. But for me…well, I'm his girlfriend. Do I really need to explain anything there? Of course he's going to get all lovey-dovey with me! But that and "sensitive" are two whole different worlds. Romantic, I can get from Kevin. Sensitive…that takes a little more work…it just depends on what mood he's in.

We've had our fair share of bickering and fighting…maybe a little more than I would've wanted (seriously, it complicated things a bit) but if that's what it took to get to where we were today, an inseparable couple, then it was all worth it.

Out of all those fights and disagreements, some of them have actually rewarded us. Sometimes, you just have to say things to break that circle and really get through to whoever you're with. That's when things can really get deep. Sometimes, what will start as some huge blown out debate will turn into an actual moment…or some lip action…or a lot…heh, those little "make-up and make-out" moments are my favorite way to settle a score. The outcome doesn't always come in that favor, though. Sometimes, we'll end up actually opening up, heart-to-heart. Whenever Kevin does that, I just feel like I can fly. The fact that he actually opens up to me and lets me in…that he trusts me, that's a pretty amazing thing right there. It's practically a miracle. I mean, the way he's grown up to live, trusting someone would be a hard thing to do. But me? I could never betray him, ever. If I did, I might as well just curl up in a ball and die. Going through that amount of pain…

Shuddering at the thought, a put my bottle of lip gloss back on my vanity, gazing into the mirror once again. Right now, I wasn't focused on my outfit or my hair. No, I'd spent way too much time on that already…this was as close to "perfect" as I was going to get. What I was really worried about was my makeup. No, it wasn't my mascara smudging even by the millimeter, or even my subtle eye shadow being too much. I'd taken care of that. What I was really insanely peeved by was my lip gloss.

Yes, that clear coating that barely even shaded my lips that I knew Kevin was going to kiss all completely off tonight was my problem right now. Seriously, I felt like snapping it in half or even chucking out my window I was so angry. And what could this little bottle of sticky, flavored goo have ever done to me? Everything. That's what.

"Ugh!" I slammed yet another tube forcefully down on the wooden table top, my temples aching like they did whenever Ben went off on one of his Sumo Slammers debates or whined about not being able to afford yet another smoothie from, you guessed it, Mr. Smoothie. The screwed on tops of lip-gloss containers poked out at me, each color representing a flavor that jumped out at me. Scanning the bottles that I'd lined up all over the vanity, I could feel my frustration burning inside of me. Calm down, Gwen…get a grip…it's just lip-gloss.

But that's just it! It was lip-gloss! The single flavor that Kevin would taste on his tongue mattered to me more than any of the spell books that lined my shelves or were shoved under my bed! For example, he hates the flavor of mango. If I'd worn mango flavored lip-gloss, that would be a major turn off for the night (A/N: Okay, I really don't know if Kevin hates mango…that's all I could come up with! Pft, now watch in the next episode, Kevin will magically mention he loves mangos. Karma.) and I could not live with that.

Let's see…there was grape…vanilla cupcake…balmy berry…creamy chocolate…who in their right, doubtedly sane mind came up with these cheesy names, anyways? Sighing, I buried my face in my hands, letting my fingers run through my curly, hairsprayed, shiny red mane…"Ughhhhh!" I huffed, realizing I would have to redo everything again…great! JUST GREAT! Like I didn't have enough to worry about already!

Spreading my fingers apart, I peeped through the slit-like opening, staring down at the disorderly tubes of wretched lip gloss strewn across the wooden top. I didn't even want to think about how much time I had left before Kevin came by to pick me up. I still needed to sort this whole mess out…

…then it came to me. OF COURSE! WHY HADN'T I THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE?

Glancing up at the digital clock to my left, which was perched on top of a few unread books I'd just checked out, I realized I had about ten minutes until he came. Smiling, I began to gather up the tubes before me. I had enough time. In fact, I had all the time in the world.

XOXO

"Hey, gorgeous," Kevin flashed an impossibly cute smile in my direction with his dark, dreamy eyes locked dead center on mine.

"Hey…" I breathed, feeling as if the floor had been pulled from beneath me. He just had that affect on me, as if he was the thing that held me to this earth, not gravity. As I stepped onto the porch with him, cool night air curling up around me and blanketing over my strapless shoulders, his muscular arms pulled me into his warm body, yummy, mouth watering scent completely fogging up my mind.

"You look so hot when you do your hair like this," He toyed with a few bouncy curls, minty breath hot on the top tip of my ear. I couldn't help but blush as a wide grin spread across my meticulously glossed lips. He was so sweet, I was incredibly lucky to have a guy like Kevin.

Giggling, my fingers slid across his broad shoulders, locking behind his neck, gathering some strands of his dark hair along the way. I could feel myself swaying slightly in Kevin's muscular arms, "You think so?"

"Definitely," his husky voice confirmed, lips burying themselves in the top of my head, planting a light, ginger kiss there. Leaning into him more, I nestled my head in his perfectly chiseled chest, loving the sound of his heart beating in my eardrum. Each reassuring thud caused my insides to feel as if they were turning into hot, flowing, love infected mush. With him holding me like this, it made me glad his firm hands were gripping me so tightly on my hips. I didn't know if my knees could hold me upright much longer.

Looking up to gaze into those glistening, alluring dark pits of black, I rested my forehead on his, our noses rubbing lightly against each other's. I loved the sweet, reassuring feeling that came with his skin on mine. With his hot, alive flesh at my touch, covered in my fingerprints, I felt so real…so close…so…

"Gwen? Kevin?"

My whole body went rigid in Kevin's arms, paralyzed at the sound of my mother's voice, "Mom!" Unhooking my hands from behind Kevin's neck, I turned towards the front door which still stood wide open. Shoot, I'd forgotten to close it, being entranced by Kevin's hotness and all.

Grabbing my hand, Kevin shifted uncomfortably, still considerable close to me and my craving, ultra glossy lips. I stifled a giggle upon seeing that red blush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks, "Uh, we were, um, just about to leave, Mrs. Tennyson."

Thankfully, having told my mom the heroic tale of how Kevin had saved my life yet again in our last epic alien battle yet again, it softened her up a bit, making her all smiles. "Okay, well, try not to have too much fun, you two. And Kevin—" Eyes that matched mine perfectly flickered onto him, a little assertiveness creeping into those jade rings on hers, "I want her back no later than…one o'clock."

"That's cool, she'll be here," Kevin nodded, brightening at the fact that my mom had pushed my curfew back two more hours than usual.

"Okay, bye mom!" With that, I reached for the golden knob. Closing the wooden front door behind me, I blushed hard, praying my mom hadn't heard or seen all of that. Let's face it, no matter how conspicuous she tries to be, I know she and my dad are lurking around, spying on the two of us, being as overprotective as ever. Well, I could blame this time on my stupidity, forgetting to close the door and all. Ugh, stupid…stupid…

"Let's go!" Pulling Kevin with me, we trudged across the sun burnt lawn on our way to his car. I was trying really hard not to trip in my strappy heels. Not like I hadn't had enough embarrassment for the whole night.

"So," Kevin started, flinging the passenger door open for me, "We've got five whole hours to ourselves." As I plopped down on the leather seat, my miniskirt riding up slightly, grabbing his attention, he leaned over me. Closing my eyes, I felt his velvety lips overwhelm mine in the sweetest, most fragile kiss I'd ever tasted. As he pulled away lightly, I was completely at a loss for words, out of breath by that one simple lip lock.

"Yeah," I breathed, completely dazed. Before I knew it, the car was in motion, speeding down the road to who knew where. Not that I cared. As long as I was with Kevin, any place would be amazing for a date.

XOXO

"Remember this?"

Wrapped up tight in Kevin's buff, protective arms, I felt oh-so cozy. The slight rattling inside my purse only made me all the more giddy inside, feeling as if bubbles exploding with happiness were bursting inside of me. "Of course I do," I told him, burying my head into his broad shoulder. "It's Grandpa Max's lake."

"Bingo," he laughed, bringing me up to a large rock that was perched next to the glistening water. As I began to seat myself, I felt his strong arms fold around my thin waist, "Not so fast."

Feeling a grin spread across my lips, I giggled into the open air that was beginning to surrender to darkness. "Kevin!" I squealed, air whipping my hair back as he twirled me around in his arms, "Put me…haha…down!"

"Okay! You asked for it!"

Before I realized what he was doing, it was too late. I was soaring through the air, filled with my shrill giggles and his golden laughter, towards the vast, shimmering waters of the lake.

"AHHHHHH!"

Splash!

Plunging under the surface, water engulfed me. The serenity of it all surrounded me, the twinkling surface corrupted from my breakthrough. Underneath the surf, the world below was silent and cold…yet, peaceful and inviting. It was as if it were my world…although something felt like it was missing in this tranquil place.

Crash!

Oh yeah, Kevin. How could I forget? He completed everything about me.

Bubbles trapped me from my right, racing up to break the surface first. As the crystal orbs cleared out, every rise and fall of Kevin's sexy muscles came into view, becoming clearer and clearer. As I soaked it in, I could feel his warm arms wrap around me yet again, a great, pleasurable contrast from the rest of the icy pool we were floating in. The feeling of flight overtook me as we began to ascend to the air-filled world above. Being taller, his smiling face was the first to emerge from the waters, with me quickly in tow. Clear, crisp air filtered through as I drank it in. The rich flow circulated through me once again. Being underwater, it felt like time had stopped. Being stuck under the sparkling azul waters, I'd forgotten that I needed air.

Reaching down into the water, I shoved my heels off, making swimming a thousand times easier as I chucked them over to the rock where I'd set my purse down.

"You okay?" Kevin asked, still holding me up as he pulled us into the shallower end. Giving him a smirk, I ran my hands through his mop-like, midnight black hair. "Never better," Gathering all my strength up, I watched as those warm, concerned pits of black grew into shocked horror as I shoved him under the water. Laughing, I couldn't control it as he broke the surface, sputtering and gasping. "Hey!" He called out to me as I paddled away, kicking up water behind me with a chuckle. "No fair!"

"All's fair in love and war," I teased, realizing he was gaining up on me. Pumping my arms and kicking my legs, I tried to will myself to shoot through the disturbed waters like a speed boat. It wasn't enough, because before I knew it, I was in his strong arms again, laughing and smiling up at his grinning face.

"Caught you," He whispered, tapping my nose with his finger. I could feel my cheeks collecting blood, red blooming there instantly.

"You'll always be there to catch me, Kevin," I shifted around to face him. That glimmering look in his eyes was unmistakable, the first silver rays of the radiant moon catching his eyes just right. "At least, I hope you will be."

Slowly, he nodded, bringing me closer to him, "always." His breathy words were singing my lips, wanting to kiss him now more than ever. Kiss him…"Oh!"

"What is it?" Kevin instantly tensed up, backing away at my sudden outburst.

Realizing what I'd done, I could feel my cheeks growing warm, "its okay! Relax! I… just remembered something."

"What's that?" His eyes shone brightly with concern, beads of water rolling over his amazingly toned muscles. Biting my lip, I had to will myself not to run my hands up and down his arms to feel the rock solidity of it all. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him towards the rock where I'd set my purse down right before he threw me into the water, "I'll show you, come on."

As we wadded through the water, he yanked me back into him, water spraying up at his sudden actions. Before I could process what he was doing, his soft, wet lips were locked onto mine in a searing kiss. As his firm hold around my waist grew tighter, crushing me into his chiseled body, I burrowed my fingers through his dark, wet, matted hair. "Mmmm," my lips buzzed against his hungry pair, taking in his warmth, my nose clogged with his yummy scent. With his tongue grazing my bottom lip, I held him tighter, wanting every part of him now. Jumping up, water spraying up all around our tangled bodies; I hooked my legs around his waist securely. Catching me, his hands slid into the back pockets of my denim mini, holding me firmly. Breaking away from his kiss, slightly, we were panting, chests heaving against one another's. "I just had to kiss you," He breathed, nibbling my wet, dripping neck.

Tilting my head to the right, I gave him better access to that sensitive spot right below my ear. As he sucked lightly on my skin, I could barely process the words through my head, "I'm glad you did." I was still hooked on him, literally, his hands unsurprisingly holding me from my behind. After the amount of time we'd been dating, Kevin wasn't afraid to be bold with how physical he got when it came to me. Although, sometimes I had to remind him of the boundaries and fences I'd put up…even if I really did enjoy it all. But let's face it; I'm going to remain abstinent. Besides, I hear its better the longer you wait for it to happen.

"Kevin…I…can you…"

"Yes?" He blew into my ear, his warm, husky breath turning cold with the water that had soaked my skin taking affect. I shivered, unable to help myself.

"Don't stop," I sighed, tilting my head even farther back and surrendering to his touch. As his kisses grew fiercer, I could sense that hunger burning within him. I knew what he was aiming for, even though it had to wait for another day in the end; it was terrifyingly exciting with the amount of passion he was caressing me with. He knew it too, his limits and the restrictions I'd set. I knew he wouldn't pressure me for it; I think him, of all people, wants to wait for it, too.

Raking my fingers down his chest, I had to stop myself from gasping. The soaked cotton fabric of his shirt was clinging to his body like spandex, flawlessly showing off his spectacular torso. Every rise, fall, and plateau he had to offer was at my fingertips, blocked by this dark curtain. But it didn't have to be anymore…

Curling my fingers around the end of his shirt, I clutched it between them, beginning to peel it off of him. Kisses suddenly slowing down, Kevin broke away from my neck, realizing what I was doing. Reaching down to help me, he pulled his shirt off, tossing it away to wherever. We barely even registered the splash it made as it smacked against the water, we were too...preoccupied.

XOXO

I had no idea what time it was, or how long Kevin and I had been making out in that little lake, but eventually things began to settle down. Our kisses were getting less aggressive, more understanding and gentle. Even though the hot, steamy, heated ones could be really fun, it was nice to go slow. Those ginger little nips he would make at my swollen lips were the perfect amount of tease…being in his protective arms, heated body pressed against mine, it all felt right.

As I unhooked my legs from around Kevin's waist, I dragged out one last kiss (for the time being) by lightly grazing my lips down his jaw line, catching a few shreds of stubble along the way. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I fluttered my eyelashes against his cheek, feeling him shudder beneath my careful touch.

Swaying in his arms, the water we stood in sloshing along with us, this place was becoming truly romantic. "When I was little," I started, smiling as Kevin ran his calloused hands through my damp hair, "My Grandpa used to take Ben and I here all the time…sometimes just the two of us, without Ben…" He chuckled against the top of my head, lips resting there to claim it all as his own. "I bet you liked it like that."

Giggling, I traced my fingers down his arms, all the way to my back pockets, "Usually. It was nice to just spend time with Grandpa. But, with you and me here, right now, I realized why Grandpa always took Grandma Verdona here."

His full lips rubbed over the top of my ear, "Yeah? Why's that?"

Looking up, I stared into his sparkling, earthy eyes that were shimmering like diamonds in the silver moonlight. The way they seemed to swirl made me feel absolutely spellbound, "Because it feels magical here."

"It's always magical whenever you're around, Gwen," It felt as if he was looking straight into my soul, my emerald eyes doors to what I felt.

"My powers don't—"

"It's not about that," Sliding his hands out of my back pockets, he reached for my own, holding them tightly. "Whenever I'm with you, Gwen…it's like sunshine. Everything is better when you're around. It's brighter; I can see that I'm worth something, that I mean something. I actually have something to live for when I'm with you!" His hands were trembling in mine now, his eyes dead focused on mine, astonishingly intense, "Even when I just think of you, everything changes. I'm not the person I was…ignorant, unkind, hurtful…and it's all because of you."

I could feel my heart beating fast, as if a rock star was drumming against it, "Kevin…" Squeezing his hands tightly, I gave him a gentle, swift kiss, "Thank you. That was…beautiful."

That familiar wicked grin spread like warm butter across his lips, "No, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," I rolled my eyes and got on tip-toe, pulling him in for yet another kiss. Once his lips were barely touching mine, just as soft as a snowflake but not nearly as cold, I pulled away, running as fast as I could in the knee deep water towards a certain rock.

"Hey!" Kevin called from behind me for the second time that night. I just laughed, jumping out of the pool of deep azul. With Kevin sloshing up from behind me, I went to my purse that was perched on top of a rock, just the way I'd left it. "I have a little game to play."

"I have a feeling it's gonna be fun," Kevin said from behind me, his warm flesh pressed against me, pulling me into him. With his bare chest against my back, up against my neck, it felt amazing. I couldn't think straight, Kevin's cyclone of delicious scents wrapping me up in a tropical whirlwind. Then I looked down at my hands, noticing my halfway unzipped purse and remembering why I was holding it in the first place. Unzipping it all the way, Kevin's warm breath gliding down my neck as if it were a ski slope, I checked my cell phone, "Crap!"

"What is it?" I could instantly feel Kevin's already rock hard muscles tighten up, on alert.

"Forty-five minutes until one o'clock," Tossing my phone back in, I grabbed a handful of colorful lip-gloss tubes. Setting my purse back down, I scanned the lush vegetation surrounding the lake. Instantly, my eyes rested on a certain, willowing tree in the distance. I could see the faint etching of a heart in the moonlight embedded on the aged bark. "Let's sit down over here."

"Lip-gloss?" Kevin questioned, raising a brown at me as we made our way towards the sacred tree.

Once we say down, my legs in his lap, I turned towards him, still holding his hand tightly, "Well, before you came to pick me up, I couldn't decide what lip-gloss to wear for our date. So, I decided to bring all of them so I could put them on and have you…taste test and see which one you liked best." I couldn't help but blush, it all sounded so naive.

"Have I mentioned how awesome you are?" Kevin said into my ear, teeth lightly biting on my earlobe.

I shivered as he tugged at it, "A lot."

"Good," his lips moved behind my ear, kissing the crease gently before backing away. "So what flavor are you going to put on first?"

"Oh!" I'd been so distracted by his kisses that I'd forgotten what I was about to do. Ugh, why did he always have this affect on me? "Hmm, let's see…" Pursing my lips, I looked over all the tubes in my hands, "Let's start with watermelon?"

"My favorite fruit," He approved, grinning wickedly as he pulled me into his lap even more. I didn't even care that my mini-skirt was practically showing half my butt. I'd bought this Victoria's Secret underwear for a reason.

Flashing a smile back, I twisted the wand out of the tube, lathering the gooey substance across my already swollen lips. "Okay, taste."

"My pleasure," with that, we both leaned forward, meeting somewhere in the middle. He tugged at my bottom lip, licking it playfully, as I ran my hands through his dark hair. Messing it up the best I could, I knew it was driving him crazy. As I let our tongues collide, watermelon flavor splashing against my taste buds, that fueling crave for more came back. All those gentle attempts were clouded over with that searing kiss, his tongue like a burning flame in my mouth. It was dangerous…but I wanted it more than ever before. Lacing my fingers through his shaggy, long jet black hair, I pulled him back a little, just out of reach of my lips. "So, on a scale of one to ten, ten being best, what was watermelon?"

His eyes were still closed, his tempting breath slightly bated. "Hmm…nine point five."

"What about the other point-five?" I asked with an eyelash bat, walking my fingers up his bare chest.

"That kiss could've been longer…"

Rolling my eyes, I reached for another tube of lip-gloss in the pile next to my barely covered thigh, "Okay, let's see if I can get that point-five back with…" I glanced at the bottle, "Strawberry shortcake?"

"Mmm…" Kevin pulled me in again, laughing as he planted a kiss against the tip of my nose before pouncing on the real prize, "I love that stuff."

My reply was drowned out as his lips encased over mine, a perfect fit. This time, his hands were on my thighs, thumbs rubbing circles up my exposed skin. As he hiked up higher, I turned on him so that I was straddling his body, pressing him up against the old, initial carved out tree. At that, I could sense the surprise zipping though his veins, his thumbs going still in shock for a sliver of a second. He wouldn't show it, though, and kissed me with even more mesmerizing movements and motions. I wanted to have the satisfaction of him being fazed, though. He'd covered it up for too long, trying to hold up his bad boy act. Well, not tonight.

Placing my hands over Kevin's, I motioned for him to leave the skirt and follow my lead. Slowly, I inched his hands up the rise of my hips, making sure his fingers tripped over the waist line. Traveling higher, his fingers began to tap against my sides, his hands like slithering snakes across the still-soaked fabric of my strapless shirt. As I took his hands even farther up our little ascent, I barely let him brush up against the cups of my bra, just to give a taste that could never satisfy him enough. In fact, it was like a drop of the richest, purest, most coveted wine ever made right on his tongue. But that little tester was all I was giving him. Quickly, I led his hands to the straps of my tank top, pressing up against him even more forcefully. That's when I let the final hook and sinker in…

Folding my fingers over his, they closed in like a claw machine around the neckline, sliding towards the center where his real prize lay. That's when I let go, and when I did, sure enough, he froze. It was like he was completely coated in ice, debating whether this were a trick or not…if I was really letting him go this far. Maybe it was just that hard for him to believe that I was, just for that little glory moment of mine.

The taste of strawberry shortcake long gone, I began to break away, feeling the smooth palms of his hands wavering against the front of my shirt, indecisive as to if he should really rest there once I pulled away. "G-Gwen…?"

I could feel a devious smirk slide across my plump lips the instant his small, strangled voice choked out from the depths of his throat. "Yeah, Kevin?"

"You're impossible."

Giggling, I skillfully swiped another coat of gloss across my ear to ear grin, "So, did I gain the point-five back?"

"No," his grip became tighter as his willpower was beginning to wane, "You went way beyond that."

As I began to dive in for yet another kiss, Kevin's hands clearly about to lose control if I waited another second longer, a shrill blast pierced through the night air, cutting clear through our spell. "Shit," Kevin muttered, dropping his hands from the front of my shirt. I began to detangle myself from him, stumbling over to my limp purse, my cell phone blaring from deep inside.

The moment I had started to dig through the contents of my bag frantically, the ring stopped. I was too late. Great, crap, now my mom was probably screaming into the receiver as she recorded her voice mail. I knew it had to be her because when I finally gripped that slim, blasted cellular device, I realized the time read 2:16 a.m. I was so dead.