-Artemis perspective-
I hear a knock at the door. I quickly jump up to answer. Sorin!
"Hey gorgeous." I get all flustered and start blushing.
"H-hi Sorin." He chuckles.
"Why do you always get so flustered when I say that?" I shrug.
"I do not!" He cups my cheek, pulling me into a kiss.
"You sure about that, beautiful?" My face looks like the sequel to 50 Shades of grey; 50 Shades of red.
"You- you cheated," I accuse as I hide my face in my hands. He chuckles and enters.
"So, whatcha up to this weekend?" I shrug.
"I gotta visit my Mom." He chuckles.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." I shrug.
"Eh, I'm just gonna stop by. You?"
"Nothing. Oh, I gotta grade papers. That's it." I shrug.
"Boring?" He shrugs.
"Sometimes, other times I sit to myself and wonder where I went wrong with choosing this career." I giggle. He cups my face again. His thumb traces small circles on my cheek.
"Are you- Are you wearing makeup?" I tense slightly. Does he not like it?
"Yeah, but I can take it off if you want." My voice sounds a bit somber. I finally got comfortable-ish with this part of myself and now he wants me to stop. Something was bound to happen sooner or later.
"No, I like it. It suits you. You look nice. But for the record, you look stunning without it too." My eyes widen. Is he being for real?
"Are- are you serious?" He chuckles before nodding.
"Oh! Do mine!" I giggle. He looks like your stereotypical marine, except with better hair, and he wants me to do his makeup.
"What?" He nods.
"You heard me, do my makeup!" I sigh and grab my makeup bag. He's sitting on my bed all giddy, like it's Christmas day. His eyes sparkle. My chest warms. Even though this isn't something he does, he's doing it and enjoying it with me.
"What are you gonna do?" I shrug.
"What do you want?" I sit in front of him
"PINK!" I flinch slightly.
"Do- do you like pink?" He shrugs.
"It's my third favorite color." Shock washes over me.
"Why? Is it an issue?" I shake my head quickly.
"N-no, it's not an issue. It's just- all my ex's were like these men who couldn't handle anything feminine. They didn't like my makeup," I trail off, a bit sad. I decorate his eyes with pink.
"Well I like your makeup..."
"Don't smile, you're gonna make me mess up!" I finished his face.
"It's missing one thing." I tilt my head. He kisses me.
"Lip gloss." I hide my face in my hands. He chuckles.
"I look like Barbie," he mutters as he gazes into a mirror.
"Barbie is pink, you said pink." I giggle.
"I'm gonna teach my next lesson like this."
"You'll get attacked. Mauled, even." He shrugs.
"Eh, I could take a few college students." I nod. He really could.
"Oh my gosh, my face is itchy! How the fuck do you have this on right now?! Give me a wet wipe!" I chuckle and hand him a makeup remover wipe.
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An Angel After Class. (MxM)
RomanceArtemis needs help with his grades. I mean, when you get out of an abusive relationship, grades aren't really the first thing you're worried about. Sorin- His English professor- notices this drop and stops by his dorm to help him. One thing leads to...
