robert smith imagines

makeup

i thanked the taxi driver for bringing me home after my night out with my friends, and then stumbled to my front door. i wasn't ridiculously drunk, but i was exhausted, and my feet hurt from being pressed into stiletto heels all night. and i suppose the alcohol didn't help.

when i got to the door, i started scrambling through my bag for my keys. but there was a click, and a small creak, and there was robert, my gorgeous boyfriend, stood in his pajamas. he had stayed up for me to come home, bless him.

a sweet, tired smile spread across his face as he took my hand to help me in to the house. "hello my love." he said, gently kissing my forehead and weaving a hand around my waist, keeping me upright as i wobbled in to the living room, plonking myself down on the couch and throwing my shoes off. robert picked them up and put them away, and then i heard him doing something in the kitchen. a sudden wave of need for him washed over me, i wanted him to come and hold me for a minute.
"robbieeeee... robbie!" i whined from my seat. what could he be doing that was so important at this hour?
"i'm coming gorgeous, i'm coming!" he chuckled back.

a minute later he came back with a plate of toast and a glass of water. he sat down next to me on the couch, and handed me the plate. i took one of the halves and took a bite, placing it back down on my plate and leaning in to robert. he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and handed me the water. i took a big sip and then leant forward to put it on the coffee table.

"oh, robbie, i love seeing the girls but as soon as i come in..." a yawn broke my sentence. "...i feel like complete shit!"

"you're drunk and you're tired sweetheart, lets get you to bed, hm? i'm tired myself." he pulled me in for a loving kiss, and then helped me up. i groaned as we walked up the stairs, my feet were in agony. i was struggling to keep my eyes open if i'm honest, so as soon as i reached our shared bedroom, i threw myself on the bed, sighing in comfort. "i'll be back in a moment, darling."

from what i could hear, i gathered that robert was downstairs putting my plate and glass away. i realised in this moment how incredibly lucky and blessed i was to have someone like robert. i truly loved him, and he loved me the same.

i must have fell asleep, because next thing i felt were a pair of hands on the zip of my miniskirt. i jolted in fear, i forgot where i was and what was happening in my sleepy state.

"easy, love, it's just me. just trying to make you nice and comfortable to sleep," robert cooed.

i sighed with contentment as he removed my skirt and tights, and pulled what i presumed were a pair of pajama bottoms. he sat me up, it wasn't too difficult a task, considering i was about a second away from falling asleep again. i physically couldn't open my eyes, or say anything, i just let robert look after me. he took off my top, and unclasped and took off my bra. i lazily raised my arms and he pulled one of his baggy t-shirts over my head. he brought his hand up to caress my cheek, and i leant into his touch. he kissed me again, ever so softly. it felt just like heaven. i didn't have the energy to even try and kiss him back, but the chuckle he let out after he pulled away told me that he didn't mind.

he stood up from the bed and took the clothes he had just taken off me and put them in the wash. when he returned, i opened my eyes slightly to see that he was holding his hands out to help me up. i grabbed his waist and just leaned into him, whining in tiredness and frustration. i still had to get my makeup off, but i was literally fatigued. i couldn't stand up if i tried.

robert and i stayed in this position for a minute or two, he was gently running his fingers through my hair, and i had my arms draped around his waist, cuddling into his stomach. "would you like me to get your makeup off?" he almost whispered, talking to me with love laced in his voice. i nodded against him. he gently laid me down and kissed my forehead. "i'll be back in a second," he whispered.

when he came back, he straddled my waist, and i heard him pop open the cap and squeeze some micellar water onto some cotton pads. he gently pressed them against my skin, being especially careful around my eyes. i sighed in complete contentment, i could feel how careful he was with me. he took another, fresh cotton pad and put a small amount of micellar water on it, and gently used this on my undereyes, and then on the rest of my face to make sure all of my makeup was removed. "all clean, lovie," he chuckled.

i gave him a weak smile, and now it was my turn to lean in for a kiss - the coolness of the micellar water woke me up a little bit, just enough to give him some love in return for the eternal love he never fails to give me. he kissed me with all of the love in the world, his soft lips melting in to mine. when we pulled away, he had his hand on my thigh, and his thumb was caressing small circles into my skin. his beautiful blue eyes gazed into mine for a minute, telling me a thousand words. he gave me another chaste kiss before getting up to discard of the makeup-filled cotton pads. he then squeezed a small amount of moisturiser into his hand, and sat back down on the edge of the bed to rub it in to my skin. he touched me so gently, as if i was fragile and he was afraid to break me.

when he was done, he stood up and held out his hand for me to take. he stood me up, and then carefully folded the duvet of the bed down so we could get comfortable. he settled me in first, and then got in next to me with a yawn and a sigh. he was so adorable. once he was in bed, he shuffled over slightly and opened his arms so i could cuddle into his chest, and within seconds i was asleep, and safe and sound in robert's arms. "goodnight, my beautiful," he whispered and kissed my forehead - but i couldn't respond. i was now in a deep sleep, and couldn't be more comfortable, or more in love.