LMAO Imagine giving this to Larissa and telling her it's her if she's a bird. And her giving you an unamused stare, concealing how she secretly loves it and then proceeding to display it in her quarters (it's a silly little thing that she grew fond of, and ykw she also kind of sees it.)
(I am so sorry for how long this has been in my inbox. I honestly should be shamed.)
I think Larissa would be the biggest tease if she caught on that you're also attracted to her while you haven't yet realized that she knew, relishing on your every hitch breath, reddened cheeks, and flustered face.
So one time when she needs to check if she has to touch up, but doesn't feel like going to the comfort room, she turns to you who already has your trusty compact mirror in hand, already doing the same thing.
"Can I borrow that, darling?" She asked, blue eyes looking at your hand before meeting with yours.
"Here." You said, offering the mirror to her.
What you expected her to do was to take the mirror, but when Larissa instead adjusted your hand so she could see her reflection properly, your eyebrows shot up in silent query.
She paid you no mind and leaned closer, turning her face here and there to inspect her make up, humming to herself. The sudden closeness had your breath catching in your throat, and with such proximity, she heard it clearly, one corner of her lips curving upwards at your reaction.
Within the first few seconds, she already knew she doesn't need any touch up, but she continued checking a bit more just to mess with you, her soft and warm hands not letting yours go.
You simply watched her then, unable to think of what to do other than that. Appreciating how close she is, how you can feel her warmth, how her breath hits your skin every now and then. Eyes roaming her face, taking in every feature of hers, thinking just how unbelievably gorgeous the woman in front of you is. And how you would kiss her if you could. And how you would want her to kiss you, please. And how addicting this small space between you two is, dreaming this be your reality all the time.
So lost in thought that you didn't realize Larissa is staring at you. When your eyes meet, you can't help but feel like you were caught doing something you shouldn't, and the knowing glimmer in her eyes doesn't help your case at all.
"Do I still look presentable?" She asked, batting her eyes at you. Teasing smile on her red painted lips. Head tilted a bit to the right.
You blushed, her unrelenting actions causing an onslaught of emotions.
"Yes," you managed to meek out, voice higher than you wanted.
"And my lipstick? Do I need to reapply it?" Your eyes immediately flicked down to her lips, feeling your cheeks get hotter. You gulp as you feel your throat start to dry, and with your focus trained on her mouth that you've been desperately wanting to feel, you failed to notice how Larissa followed the action.
You felt like combusting, and you really hope she couldn't see how flushed this is all making you feel (you knew she could, it's impossible with the little distance you two have). Her hand was still cupping the back of yours, and you have no idea if it's grounding you or adding fuel to the fire.
"No," you answered after what felt like a long time, the tension distorting your sense of time, "your lips look lovely."
You wet your lips as you realize what you said, adding the first thing you thought of as you panic. "I meant..." taking a deep breath to stabilize your trembling voice, you look her in the eye again, "...you know, the coverage is amazing, as always."
You cringed at yourself, but the low chuckle Larissa let out made up for it (almost).
"Of course," she stated.
Not trusting yourself to take anymore of this any longer, you move to keep the mirror inside your bag, the bustle on the cafe coming back to your senses.
"Shall we head out?" Larissa offered, softly taking you in one more time.
You nod and regard her with a sheepish smile she finds adorable, "Work's calling us back."
As you two walk towards her car, your hand can't help but seek her warmth, taking every chance you could to touch her even just for a few seconds under the guise of poorly believable excuses, ready to slip off your tongue to justify it to anyone who dares point it out. While she waits for you to officially make a move, Larissa would enjoy every bit of this in the meantime.
Summary: You took care of one exhausted Larissa Weems.
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Larissa heavily slumped on the vanity chair after slipping in her night gown, her plaid dress and trench coat haphazardly strewn across the floor.
To say that she's utterly exhausted doesn't seem to give enough justice to how she's feeling. Her body is begging and screaming for sleep, for her to lie down and let her muscles finally relax, but she's yet to take care of her hair and make-up, leaving her frozen in place.
Her eyelids are heavy, and she's fighting a losing battle. Even the thought of freeing herself of the pins and cosmetics feels arduous in her state, much so actually doing it because lifting her limbs proves to be quite the impossible task.
Drowsy and weary, Larissa entertained the thought of sleeping without removing it all. Just this once, she reasons to herself. Or maybe she'll use her ability— rid herself of the make-up by shapeshifting. Something she had done only a handful of times, when the situation calls for it, much like this one.
The woman couldn't care less about her surroundings, going in and out of consciousness at this point so she hasn't really noticed that five minutes ago, you entered the room, wheeled her suitcase in the corner, and placed her discarded clothes in the laundry basket. You've watched her for a while, and Larissa hasn't moved even one bit in the chair.
You walk the five steps needed to get to her, gently tapping her shoulder repeatedly while you whisper to her softly, "Rissa, what are you still doing here? Go to bed, baby"
Larissa only managed to open her eyes a little, scanning her environment for a bit to get her bearings. Her voice came out hoarse in response, "Need to get make-up off"
That was her best attempt, and you can see her struggling to stay awake. You mumbled an okay in return, placing a kiss on her forehead before guiding her head to your chest, your lover pliant in your hands. You slowly locate the hairpins holding her hair in place, carefully taking them off and putting them on top of the vanity.
This was the first time in the duration of your relationship that Larissa could not complete nor start her night routine. The woman doesn't really tire easily, so you can only imagine how taxing the conference was.
When you're certain that you've got all the pins out, you did your best to brush her hair tenderly. You focus on her jewelry next, unclasping each piece and placing them on the table. Once that's done too, you massaged her scalp as a means to rouse her gently one more time. "Let's get you to bed, baby"
She let out a low moan of protest, still out of it while very much still remembering why she's seated and not in bed.
"I know, love. I'll take care of it, hm? Just lay in bed please."
Larissa didn't need any more convincing after that, letting you lead her towards the bed. You helped her lay down, lifting her legs and gently placing them on top of the mattress, squeezing once before letting go. You then maneuver her head in the pillows, making sure her face doesn't touch the cushion yet, tucking her hair neatly behind her ear.
Knowing that Larissa could move out of position anytime, you gathered the products you needed swiftly, setting them down in the nightstand before you took your seat beside her.
You wet a cotton pad with her make-up remover and started wiping her forehead, most of her foundation sticking to the pad. Delicately, your hand moves around her face, doing your best not to irritate her skin, particularly around her eye area.
The woman places great importance on her appearance, which includes keeping herself clean. You have no idea how she was planning to do just that when you saw her sitting in her vanity, because even in the ride home, she barely has any energy left.
Maybe she was planning to use her ability. Something she doesn't make a habit of when it comes to cleaning herself. You can remember how Larissa told you that despite feeling no trace of dirt or grime, it still bothered her to a point, leaving her unsatisfied and still itching to wash. Kind of a mind thing that she can't shake off.
After a bit of inspection, you went in with some wipes to remove any makeup residue that lingered before moving on with her cleanser. Gently, you go, admiring the few freckles that littered her cheeks and nose and the texture of her face, your eyes tracing her now bare eyebrows and naturally pink lips. Ever the pretty woman, you thought, even when she's exhausted.
Your fingers move lightly across her face as you finish with her toner and eye cream, caressing her cheeks in your palm. "Almost done, baby." You softly muttered in the air, letting Larissa know because she turned her head to the side once, probably to get more comfortable, and let out a short displeased sound when you prevented her from doing so.
Larissa is asleep, chest rising and falling in an even interval, but somehow, a teeny tiny part of her in the haze could still faintly pick up when you talk to her, and she briefly hummed to acknowledge what you said.
You proceeded with her chapstick, pulling her chin down slightly so her lips would open a bit, applying just the right amount as her breathe fans out on your hand. The strain in your neck and shoulders from your slouched position is starting to become unbearable, so you decide to quickly wrap it up with her moisturizer.
The feeling of your lips on her hairline pulled her from her sleep to a small degree, just enough to recognize the action and recall what's happening.
"All done?" She murmured weakly, her voice coming out husky.
"All done." You confirmed, and with great effort, the smallest appreciative closed-lip smile she could muster formed in her pink lips, and her sleep-ridden blue eyes, only a fraction open, looked at you lovingly.
"Thank you"
As you caress her jaw affectionately after fixing her blanket on top of her just the way she prefers— with one of her legs sticking out of the sheets— Larissa's last thought before getting truly knocked out was to thank you properly for being the best girlfriend and for taking care of her once morning comes.
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