Belle (Beautiful)", Charles whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek.
"Merci" (thank you)", you said, red lips curving upward.
Charles stood back and watched in awe as your makeup artist drew a wing over your eyeshadow, a color that brought out your shining (y/e/c) perfectly; it was a crime he had never seen you in that shade before.
"Don't stare," you giggled, unpainted eye-opening to meet Charles's hazel eyes and slicked-back hair.
"I can't help it," Charles sighed dramatically, hand going to his heart, earning an eye roll from you. "You're just so beautiful," he said, heeled shoes clicking there way over to where you sat, being pampered.
"How did I get so lucky?" Charles asked, soft hands caressing your cheek and slowly making its way to the back of your hand. where he placed a gentle kiss, much to the dismay of the women, trying, to match the other wing drawn onto your left eye.
"Charles your in the way," you whined, nodding at the lady who graciously smiled at you.
"Sorry," he mumbled with a sheepish smile, normal pale cheeks morphing into a tomato shade.
"I'm only teasing," you mouthed, winking a perfectly drawn on eye at him. "Besides, how could I be beautiful without my makeup," you asked, darken eyebrow shooting upward, fingers running over newly manicured nails.
Charles opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the loud clap of a pair of hands, magic hands that had just sculpted your face for an hour and a half, making you Grammy-worthy.
"Thank you so much," you beamed giving her a hug.
She nodded, squeezing your shoulder before looking between you and Charles, then deciding that she was interrupting something important, packed up her makeup and hurried out of the room.
"Cat got your tongue?" You giggled, at the sound of the click of the door.
"More like makeup artist," Charles answered, a shit-eating grin making its way onto his lips.
"Well if there was a comedy category tonight we know who would win," you said nudging his shoulder.
"What I was going to say was, I didn't know it was humanly possible for someone to look this good," Charles said eyes roaming your tight dress.
"Your too good to me," you said, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "And I'm glad someone likes it because between you and me, it is squeezing all the air out of me," you whispered in Charles's ear, placing a light kiss to his cheek.
"Do you have to ruin the ever nice moment?" He asked, lifting you up and spinning you in a circle.
"Put me down," you shrieked, just barely reaching a pillow that lay on the couch spinning in front of you and hitting him with it until your heels once again reached the ground.
"Thank you," you huffed, replacing stray strands of hair.
"Also I don't ruin everything. I had more to say before I was rudely interrupted by our little game of airplane," you said glaring at Charles.
"Doubtful, you always ruin the moment when I'm trying to be romantic," he said with a pout.
"Well what I was going to say, you stared, slowly walking closer to him. "Was that this dress is really tight and it would be really great if someone could loosen it, you said, winking at him.
You were surprised Charles hadn't just broken his neck due to how fast he whipped it around to look at you.
"There are so many better reasons for a girl to be out of breath," you said, pressing your body against Charles'.
"Very true," Charles muttered, his voice, which just seconds ago had been loving, had turned deep and raspy.
His hands cupped your face, pulling you into a soft kiss that was slowly becoming rougher.
You pulled away looking up at him, a small smile grazing your tingling lips.
"Not to ruin this nice moment, you said teasingly, but we do have an award show to get to I believe Mr. Michel."
"We have 10 minutes, he whispered, pulling your face closer to his.
Quickly you placed your finger in what little space was left between your lips,
"You're not serious," Charles groaned, eyes straining in disbelief.
"Of course I'm serious! I'm never one to be late to an event, especially not the Grammy's, you scolded in disapproval, trying to hide the sly smile creeping onto your lips. Your heels clicking away from Charles's slumped frame.
"Tease," Charles mumbled before he followed behind you.
(After Party)
"Charles," you called, eyes searching for your famous boyfriend through the crowd of equally famous people.
"Yes," he replied, arms wrapped around your waist and lips pressed to your temple.
"I think, you paused to down your third shot, I think it's time to go."
"What?" Charles asked pulling away from you. "We haven't even been here that long. What's the matter?"
"My dress is still too tight, you said, sending him a playful wink.
"Very funny (Y/n), I'm not biting," he said rolling his eyes and gently pushing away the shout glass the bartender had refilled.
"Not yet," you said tugging his tie towards the direction of the door.
"Besides why would you think I'm being funny, there isn't even a comedy category here," you whispered in his ear.
"Don't test me (Y/n)," he said, running his hand through his hair that had slowly become unslicked throughout the night.
"You're right," you said, loosening your grip on his black tie. I'll see if anyone else can help me loosen my dress," you sighed, walking back towards the crowd.
"Enough, car, now," Charles said through clenched teeth, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the exit.
"Thank god cause I really can't breathe," you said as the two of you rushed towards the exit. "You ruined it," Charles said shaking his head.
"Oops."
