'Smells like strawberry…' Loid thought. He pulled the lipstick out from under his nose and observed the small tube. It was a fine rose gold thing with a silver ring around the bottom and some shallow rose engravings around the entirety. The color of the makeup itself was a glossy pink coral hue.
When the spy thought about it, reflecting on all his memories of her, he couldn't seem to find many instances where Yor wore makeup, be it a full face, or a small tint to the lips or cheeks. There was only the occasional event or party where she wore such things. He remembered the night they became acquainted, it was a party held by one of her coworkers (who he wasn't too fond of) and she had worn that vibrant red matte lipstick. It was beautiful against the moonlight complexion of her skin-
Loid's hand slowly drifted down towards the stand where other shades and brands were.
Just holding that small, cursed strawberry scented lipstick was enough to make his thoughts drift to things he'd dare not think of.
Quickly, he exited the small shop and continued back on his weekly shopping route.
He passed by the large open window of the store and the display of lipsticks found themselves in Twilight's peripheral. That small, heavenly, strawberry scented lipstick was there in the center of it all.
"DING"
"Thank you for your purchase!"
Loid exited the shop. Again. Back on his shopping route. Only this time, a petite white bag with ribbon handles accompanied him.
On the way home, when all the groceries were completed and he had no more worries to hover over him, his brain jumped back to the lipstick he had bought, the white bag with silk ribbon handles had earned its own hand while the rest of the overflowing, close to tearing paper bags were tucked into the crux of his other elbow.
He imagined that lipstick on Yor. Spreading the colorful edge across her plump lips. Shining as radiantly as her eyes. And it made him wonder…how close would he have to get to those plump and radiant lips of hers to be able to smell that cursed, heavenly, strawberry scent.
The spy stopped himself in his tracks. Imagining such a sight, he couldn't help but bash himself for being so detestable. And after a silent apology to his "wife", Loid continued back home with a matching pinkish coral hue on his cheeks
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The groceries had all been put away, and his little present to Yor had been delivered swiftly. That white bag now sat on the small table near her bed.
Hours passed by slowly, they usually did when WISE wasn't in need of their best agent. As time proceeded, Anya arrived home and after that, Yor.
They both changed and the three all ate their dinner together. Charming stories with a side of Loid's marvelous cooking fueled more smiles, just like every night. Among those anecdotes, the lipstick had never entered the conversations.
The two tucked their pink haired telepath into bed, though with much resistance from both the girl and her large dog companion. But after a while, the two tuckered out and later on, Yor, who retired to her room.
Still, Loid had some energy left, which he used to sit on the couch and continue reading the newest edition of Spy Wars, a series he was ashamed to admit he took time out of his day to read, let alone enjoy to some degree.
Some time had passed and Loid decided to call it quits for the night. Just as he was about to turn out the lights, a door creaked open. It was Yor.
She scuttered in wearing her long and pure nightgown, a light flush on her cheeks and an incredibly hard to miss shimmer on her lips — at least for Loid.
"Yor?" He asked, but her lips remained sealed shut, refusing to utter a word. It was that loud silence that rang in his ears and he couldn't help but jump to the worst conclusions.
'Was the lipstick a bad present? Perhaps she hated the color…but she is wearing it…perhaps I had said something wrong during dinner and she didn't want to confront me until Anya was asleep. What did I say? What did I do—'
And, in a Yor–like manner, she had snuck up on him like the day they had both met. With no sense of her presence, his thoughts were interrupted.
Her lips pressed against his, and his pressed against hers.
Loid's eyes widened in surprise and without even realizing it himself he deeply reciprocated it. His lips against her plump and radiant lips. The two pulled away after some time and before Loid could fill the silence, Yor bowed her head deeply, as if heavy as a rock, and as her face burned as she yelled out "T-T-T-T-THANK-K-K YOU FOR THE LIPSTICK L-L-LOID!" and like a tornado she whizzed back to the safety of her room.
Eyes wide with something new and radiant like hers, they stayed glued on the board of dark mahogany that separated the two.
'Tastes like strawberry…' Loid thought.