ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Red Lipstick (Drabble)

it's a wee bit smutty ;)

christmas party night! you and alex are invited to a christmas dinner, and you're sitting at your desk, ready to put some make-up on. you're already wearing a tailored red dress for the occasion.

alex enters the room and grabs a chair, slumping down on it right next to you. you see him smiling at you from the corner of your eye, wondering what's on his cheeky mind now.

"you alright?" you question, giggling as he moves the chair closer, "don't distract me, i need to get ready."

"oh, i wanna assist you."

"assist me? how?"

"let me put on your make-up for you."

you shake your head, laughing, "not in a million years."

"oh come on," alex pokes your side, which elicits a squeal from you, "just gimme instructions."

"why do you wanna do that?" you really don't understand why he would want to, but alex hums.

"wanna do it so i can ruin it later when we get back. that little number does things to me..." he huskily whispers while his hands grab your bare thighs. he squeezes them, making you jump.

you sigh, giving in, "alright."

he's allowed to massage your primer into your face and you have to admit, it does feel nice. his fingers are warm and delicate, distributing the primer all over your cheeks, forehead, nose, chin. it's almost like a facial you'd pay for.

up next is the concealer, alex is careful and focussed to spread it evenly under your eyes and on some red spots you have here and there. you explain where to apply bronzer and blush next, surprised at how well he's actually able to do it. he pays attention to what you tell him to do, and you almost feel like a teacher with a very eager pupil sitting in front of her.

you allow alex to apply some subtle eyeshadow, deciding against a smoky eye for tonight, since you're barely even able to do that yourself. alex is very gentle with the brush, and you smile as you watch him being entirely focused on his task.

"what's next?" alex asks as he admires his handiwork.

"mascara," you reply, "but i'm doing that myself."

"come on, let me do it." alex protests.

"definitely not. you're gonna poke my eye out. and i don't want it smudged everywhere."

alex playfully rolls his eyes, "fine."

"pick a lipstick while i do it," you suggest, wanting him occupied. you hand him the box that contains all your lipsticks, from powder pink and nude to fiery red. you already know what he's gonna pick, though.

alex rummages through the box, opening each lipstick and holding some of them against your dress to match the colour. suddenly, his eyes light up.

"wow," he says, astounded, holding up a bright red one, "this is an amazing colour. is it new? i don't think i've ever seen you wear it."

you smile at his excitement, "yeah, it's new."

"decision made," he grins, and once he sees you're done coating your lashes in mascara, he gently grabs your chin with one hand. you make eye contact, and you swear his eyes are turning darker once you're looking at him.

he leans in, brushing his soft lips against yours. you moan quietly as you kiss him back, loving the way he's angling your jaw to keep you in place.

"you're beautiful," he says when he pulls back, and lovingly taps your nose with his finger.

"don't get all cocky now with your make-up skills," you warn him, but he just chuckles.

"i won't. come on now, let's finish the look."

you're still smiling, but relax your lips so your boyfriend can apply the lipstick. he is once again determined and thorough, turning your face into different directions to make sure the colour is covering every millimetre of your lips, every curve and every crease.

"done," he grins, biting his lip at the sight of your now crimson red lips, "fuck, i wanna smudge it so bad."

"don't you dare," you warn him again, turning your face to inspect the result in the mirror. it looks stunning you have to admit. the colour of the lipstick matches your dress perfectly, and it also pairs nicely with the blush on your cheeks. although, you would've used a little less blush, so you start to wipe some of it off with a cotton pad.

"what you doing?" alex asks, shocked almost.

"you did a great job, baby, but it's too much blush."

"nah," alex softly takes your wrist to plant a kiss on your hand, "i want everyone to think i've put a nice colour on your face."

you giggle at the cheeky smile decorating his lips. "well, you can do that properly when we get back."

"oh, i will. will bend you right over this desk, so you can watch how your make-up is being ruined. the make-up i put on. because you're mine," he kisses your cheek as his low, husky voice sends a shiver down your spine, "all mine."