Okay. So some of y'all know that I'm just a big country girl at heart. Hell, spent 2/3s of my day listening to the country countdown on the radio like a doof. So this one came about thanks to Kenny Chesney's song 'Til Its Gone'. There's a lyric that really stood out to me that fit this prompt and Densi. So that's where I took this lil fic.
He doesn't understand lipstick.
He doesn't understand makeup in general, really. He doesn't understand how she makes her lashes look so long. He doesn't understand all the intricate details his usually not feminine partner can do with a little brush when she is feeling feminine. And he loves that lacey lady side, but he still doesn't understand how she can do the things she does with eyeliner…
But what he really really doesn't get is lipstick.
She has so many different colors. There's a light pink. She wears it to work most days, its barely noticeable. He notices it because he's ALWAYS thinking about her lips. She has a darker pink she almost always wears undercover. An orangey/peachy one she wears when it matches her outfit.
Its the red that she doesn't wear often enough. And its the red one that really gets him going. For some reason, the sight of her in a dark red lipstick turns him on, and he doesn't know why.
And it totally sucks, because she seriously never wears it. So he's not prepared for her to pad out of his bathroom on a Sunday morning wearing it. It causes him to gasp and his eyes to widden. It isn't a bright red, but it was dark in hue. It was a thin layer, like she'd barely put any on. Still, she took his breath away. But well, she did that without any makeup on.
She notices that he's noticed her and she smiles. "See something you like?"
He nods and growls. Damn, he just wants to kiss her. He just wants his lips on her.
"What is it that you like?" she asks playfully.
He was a puddle of Deeks shaped goo. And he was almost embarrassed. What was the one thing that his beautiful and stunning girlfriend did that made him weak in his knees? She wore red lipstick.
"I said, what is it that you like?"
He gulps. He has lost it. He's not seriously going to tell her that, is he?
"Your lipstick," he whispered huskily. She pauses for a long second, like she's shocked about it too. But then she just smiles.
"Oh, this?" she asks. "That's easy. If I'd known that, I'd treat you to it more often."
She walks over to his bed and straddles him. He reaches out, trying to connect their lips, but he can't quite reach. She closes the gap, but misses his lips purposely, landing her lips on his cheek. The red left a big lip shaped print, but she assumed he wouldn't mind.
She fools around next, kissing the corners of his mouth, almost where he wants her, but not quite. She can tell by his grunts and moans that she's giving him major fits.
Finally, he's had enough of her quick teasing kisses, and he forces control on her. He grasps the sides of her head so that she can't possibly writhe out of his grasp. He presses his lips firmly against his, and she's not going anywhere. Their eyes flicker shut and he just keeps trying to cover every inch of those perfect lips with his.
But even though they're superhuman at times, they still need to breathe sometimes.
He finally realizes that if he doesn't stop kissing her, he's going to pass out. Breathlessly, he takes his lips off of her and rests his forhead to hers. They're both panting like Monty after a long walk on a July day. His hands remain just where they are, and she loves it.
"You're so sexy when you do that," she whispers.
"What, inhibit your movement? Its thanks to your ability to tease me." He tries to entertain the thought of her really wanting to be dominated, and damn, it's making him very very excited.
"No, you idiot. When you kiss me so hard that you actually take all of my lipstick off of me."
He looks at her lips, and she's right. No trace of the red lipstick in sight. She uses her finger to trace the shape of his lips. "It's kind of a good look on you," she states.
He desperately cranes his head trying to see how bad his face is. Luckily, when he finally does see it in the mirror, he has one noticeable peck on his cheek. His lips just look puffy and pink, just as if he'd been loving on his girl.
"So that was sexy, huh?" She giggles back at his statement. She agrees and throws her head back. He takes that opportunity to press a kiss into the pulse point of her neck, and well… its kind of obvious where things went after that.