female idols / female reader

Belle <kiss of life>

Being the make-up artist for Belle is the best job you could ask for, especially as she was girlfriend. You could spend time with her backstage, be with her for concerts and be in close proximity while doing it.

You sat in the swivel chair where Belle usually gets her make-up done. The boring beige walls enclosed all the girls as they waited to perform their new song 'Midas Touch'.

You watched as the camera recored Belle for 'Behind the music broadcast'. Her blonde hair slashed about as she practiced the chorus, she looked like a goddess in her matching pink outfit with the rest of the girls'.
You felt a small smile creep up your face watching her talk to the camera, fixing her hair.

"Our performance director thinks,"
"Baby, don't you think so much" Belle sing-songs, doing the choreography with her hands.

"The facial expression on this part is really important." "But, I did it with a smile on my face." She grins, giggling softly as she explains to the camera.

"And, he told me I should look more obsessed"
She adds, doing a demonstration moving her hands along with her as she closes her eyes exhaling an 'obsessed' sigh.
You let out a breathy laugh, leaning your head on your hand watching her mess about practicing.

"Like that." Belle looks more towards the camera, "So, i'm trying to absorb more of that character in." She states, trying to maintain her again after messing it up practising.

The camera cuts, walking off the record something else, leaving Belle on her own.

"I'm glad im only your make-up artist, it would be annoying having to perfect your hair all the time." You say, head still in palm on the table.

She turns in your direction after hearing you,
"Hey!" She laughs walking over to you,
"Still looks better than your's" She carries on with a tone of fake hatred.

You laugh in reply mouth open in shock.
"You're crazy." You say, moving your head off your hand and looking up at her by leaning back in your chair.

"Do you think I did good, i'm so nervous I can't" Belle asks, her voice getting quieter as she neared the end of her sentence.

You stand up suddenly, the chair sliding backwards slightly on impact, you hold Belle's hands in yours.
"You look amazing every time, did you not see the way I was looking at you." You leaned your head eyes looking up at her, she had a few inches on you which you always used to your advantage.
She chuckled, suddenly embarrassed.

"Trust me you will do amazing." You pronounce, gripping her hands tighter before you let go, placing them on the sides of her face, chastely kissing her on the lips, her lipstick reflecting onto your lips.

"Thank you, jagi" She replies, also placing her hands on your face, placing your foreheads together. Leaning on each other.

"Okay, I'm going to get my hair fixed before we go on stage." She announces going to turn around.

"Ah!" You shout, spinning her back around with your hands on her shoulders.
"You messed up your lipstick kissing me."
You say whipping up a lipstick, smiling as you hold it up in the air.

"You mean when you tried to kiss m-"
You interrupt her,
"Shh, shh, shh" lipstick already at her lips.
You apply the lipstick carefully, eyes not moving away from the way she puckers and un-puckers her lips making it easier for you apply the lipstick.

"You're lucky you're my favourite client." You warn, lipstick accusingly swirling in front of her face. She laughs, her smile making you feel warm all around. My perfect client.