Just some fluff to recover from all the angst
No TW's for a change
Heather Mcnamara dug around in her purse, cursing silently as she did so. Her girlfriend in red sighed and rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop a smile from forming, tugging the corners of her mouth up into a soft grin.
'What did you forget this time?'
'Oh!' Heather looked up in surprise, her blue eyes meeting Heather's gray ones in an obvious state of despair.
'Lipstick...'
Heather Chandler turned back to the mirror to apply her own lipstick with a snort, amused by her girlfriend's forgetfulness. Though looking in the mirror was more of a symbolic action than anything else: The mirror was so dirty she could barely see her silhouette. But hey, it's the thought that counts.
She applied her lipstick with soft, rehearsed motions before pressing her lips together, smoothing the lipstick out over both lips evenly.
'Fine.' She turned to Mac with a smirk.
'Come here.' It was a clear demand, no room for refusing. Not that Heather would ever think about refusing an opportunity to get closer to her girlfriend. The taller Heather slowly made her way over to the sink, unsure what her girlfriend was planning. When she was close enough, Chan grabbed her collar and pulled her in, planting a myriad of kisses up the cheerleader's neck, causing Mac to blush and bite her lip in hopes of suppressing the whimper that formed in her throat.
'H-Heather? What are you-'
The girl in red pulled away, humming approvingly at the sight of her lipstick on her girlfriend's neck before turning to the mirror again to fix her smudged lipstick.
'Just seeing if this is a good shade on you.'
Heather was taken aback by this, confusion visible on her face.
'Okay.... But why?'
She was met with nothing but a sassy smirk as her girlfriend turned to face her once more.
'So I could do this.'
She walked over to Mac again, pressing her lips to hers, getting her lipstick all over Mac's lips before pulling away.
'Yeah, it's a good shade on you.'
Heather Mcnamara opened her mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. She lowered her head, mumbling phrases of thanking while blushing profusely.
After a minute she pulled some makeup remover from her bag, starting to remove the lipstick on her neck before her girlfriend grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
'Don't.'
'But-'
'No buts. I want everyone to know who you belong to.'
'But what about the others?'
'Fuck them. They're gonna see that you're mine and they're gonna deal with it.'
'I-' Heather tried to say something but couldn't figure out what, blushing even harder at this statement of possession. Her girlfriend stood on her tippy toes, pressing one last kiss to her cheek before dragging her out of the bathroom.
'Let's show everyone who you belong to now.'
This one was kinda short lol, sorry
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أدب الهواةIdfk what this is but I'm sad and in love with Heathers so have this Smut included Also plenty of fluff 'cause I want you giggling and kicking your feet like an idiot (dw I do it too) A N G S T, so much angst (I, for some reason, really enjoy...
