Halloween 2020 One-Shots -CM Edition-

Lipstick Traces (Emily)

If you didn't love Emily so much, you might have actually hit her right now. You were in the middle of doing your witch makeup when she had darted into the bathroom and scared you, making you absolutely smear your eyeliner across your eye. She was laughing now, using her thumb to try to get it off.

"It's waterproof, Em. You're gonna need some makeup remover."

Ugh, and if you took it off then you'd have to completely reapply your eyeshadow underneath.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said, leaning in to kiss you lightly on the lips.

"Yeah, you better be," you grumbled, turning back to the mirror and grabbing some q-tips. She hopped up on the counter next to you, watching as you ever so carefully took off and reapplied everything that she had messed up.

"I don't get why you're dressing up if we're just going to stay home."

"It's about the spirit of Halloween. I know you didn't get to celebrate too much when you were a kid, but you should at least try. It's fun!"

"I don't think I'd make a very good princess."

You glanced over at her with a sly smile.

"Who said you had to be a princess?"

Either she hadn't been looking at you or she wasn't paying attention to your tone of voice. She just shrugged, looking into the other room, probably searching for Sergio.

"I don't know, I figured that's what most people do. Princesses and superheroes."

"It's more to it than just that. It's about having fun, being whoever you want to be or exactly who you are for a short period of time without anyone judging you for it."

"Halloween is the favorite holiday for people who grew up in broken homes," Emily stated flatly. You looked over at her, absolutely shocked.

"You can't say that!"

She glanced at you then, a tinge of guilt and a light blush coming across her face.

"Oh, sorry. Forgot who I was talking to."

"Don't say that in front of Spencer," you warned. "You know how much he loves it. You would absolutely crush him."

"He'll be fine. He probably already knows."

You finished your eye makeup, moving on to the dark lipstick you had chosen.

"You can be so mean sometimes," you said.

"You know you like it, though."

You refused to look at her, knowing she would be giving you those eyes, the ones she gave when she wanted you out of your clothes. You had just put them on; you weren't about to play that game right now.

"Ready for the movie?" you asked.

"Sure. What are we watching again?"

"The Shining."

"It's not even that scary," she whined.

"That's not the point. It's about the cinematography."

You made your way to the living room, flopping on the couch and finding the movie while Emily shuffled to the kitchen to throw some popcorn in the microwave.

"You know that Kubrick-"

"Don't pull a Spencer on me. It's not gonna work. We're watching it."

"You know what he did was unethical, right?"

"Don't make me feel guilty for watching this movie!"

"It doesn't even follow the book."

You groaned, sliding down so that you were lying on the couch.

"Sorry, can't hear you!"

"Just because you suddenly can't see me doesn't mean you can't hear me."

"What? What did you say?"

She made her way into the living room, the huge bowl of popcorn in her hands.

"Get up!" she said, poking you in the cheek.

"Make me."

"I want to sit down. Come on, please?"

You smiled, sitting up so that she could situate herself on the couch. You laid back down, settling your head in her lap as you started the movie. She fed you popcorn, holding individual pieces to your lips until you opened your mouth to take them. In no time she had little lipstick stains on her fingers. Not too long into the movie, she set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Maybe she was going to grab the candy? But no, she started to lightly stroke your hair, ghosting her fingers all the way down to your waist and back up.

"Emily," you warned. "I'm trying to watch this movie."

"And? I'm not."

You rolled your eyes, turning over in her lap so that you were facing her. You reached up to grab her cheeks and she leaned down, kissing you softly. You were having none of that. You bit at her lip and she gasped, giving you the time to tangle your fingers in her hair and pull her down even further so that you could kiss and nip at her cheeks, her neck, her ears. She was whimpering lightly at your touch.

"If you don't shut up," you started, "I will-"

The doorbell rang.

Emily shot up, looking at you confusedly. You grinned, hopping up and make your way to the door, opening it hesitantly.

"Trick or treat!"

"Hi!" you said, handing out candy to the kids. "Happy Halloween!"

The children let out a little chorus of thank yous, and you waved at their parents as they left to go to the next apartment. You closed the door, turning back to Emily. She was sitting on the couch still, looking at you with an expression of confusion and surprise. The best part was that you could see traces of your lipstick all over her face, her body, little marks of your love and affection for her.

"That was really cute," she admitted as you sat back down next to her.

"That's what it's all about," you said, wiping some of your lipstick off of her cheek.