[MAKE-UP] [HAIR] [WONDER] [KISS] // uwu <3
Prompt // NOT - ACCEPTING:
[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.
[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.
[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.
[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.
Pleas and blissful snickers filled the room, along with countless attempts, rather flustered ones, in protest. The star holder was left defenseless underneath the lush's body, that straddled her own. Actions were innocent, two friends applying makeup upon one another -- nothing scandalous or eyebrow raising. Yet, Cana had a knack for making these small friendly gestures into a intimate occasion, and not just subtle one either. Lucy could feel the heat on her cheeks rising as the lush's gentle hand would cup the side of her face -- guiding her to stay still as she tenderly applied the brush to flutter across these already rosy cheeks. Though, frequently, Cana would use those flawlessly shaped fingernails to comb stray hairs out of Lucy's face; tucking it behind her ears or using the edge of her nails to glide against her jawline, teasingly. All of this was probably a ruse just to be as close and intimate with her as possible, without the need to be cautious. Lucy could not condemn her for taking advantage, she did asked for this, and yet she couldn't help but to fold under the intense affection Cana was projecting.
A hint of concern narrowed onto the lush's features, along with a soft murmur of questioning reassurance. The key holder caught on to the slight hesitance, and a sense of ease untensed her flustered state to one of comfort. To have someone so attentive was enough to relax Lucy's continuous nerves. There was no reason to be this cautious or alert, knowing who's hands held her. Nothing could hurt her, nor would the person who held her. She should know this -- she should trust herself to fully embrace these feelings of comfort, and yet the butterflies rattling around in her stomach made her doubt, made her flutter.
" I'm sorry, I'm.... " quietly she spoke, " I'm just a little flustered is all. "
Oh what was she saying! Why would she be so rattled by Cana? By doing this? This kind of thing was normal, and she had done this lots of times -- with different girls from the guild even! So why was this difficult with Cana?
She knew why, but played ignorance to her own thought, her own feelings.
Ever since they first kissed, the star holder's head had been anywhere but grounded. It seemed to replay over and over again, living in her mind rent free and simmering on the kiss itself. The way Cana looked at her, they way she smelled, held her, lingered, and tasted. Just thinking about it made her go completely red, making Lucy come back to reality by the mocking little snicker Cana disputed.
How embarrassing... To be completely vulnerable like this, and underneath her at that! Though, even with the sudden mind wander, it did not distract Cana from the work at hand. Although, the fortune tellers face was only a few inches away now -- her shallow breaths could be felt against her skin as concentration was exposed in those ocean eyes. Being so close lead to the little hidden details on Cana's face bare for observing. Noticing the little flakes of purple that were scattered along the halo of her iris, the delicate freckles that mapped her upper cheek bones, and her gaze dwindled down to her lips, which were stained with a tint that heavily coated the cracks and dents with a generous glaze to them.
Wasted. Kissable.
---- CAUGHT IN THE ACT. . .
Caramel iris' darted back to connect with those ocean blues, that silently, deviously, glazed over in their own turmoil of confliction. Cana seemed to question her own next move, cautiously approaching closer into Lucy's face -- nose to nose. There was an attempt to seek acceptance in the manner, and Lucy showed no signs of stopping her -- nor did she want to. Though, her heart did skip, and face became more feverish than before. But, she didn't want Cana to pull away. In fact, all doubtful sense were simply ignored by the flare of desire and a long awaited yearning that boiled over for too long.
The lush's hands freed themselves from the prior tools they carried, only to comb themselves to cup her face -- tenderly, gently, as if she held a porcelain feature within her grasp. The care that went into the hold left Lucy to melt in her hands like putty. Welcoming this comfortable stage of position, the key holder would gently caress the back of Cana's hand, with the other tucking loose strands behind the lush's ear. It was as if her body's natural reaction came through, giving Cana the consent she needed to lock lips with her own.
Lucy expected a more fast invasion then the subtle, gentle kiss she was given. The slow movements of lips taking in every detail was drawing her into a pleased exciting state. To taste the gloss, that heavily coated the lush's lips, was not disappoint -- but an honor. A dark cherry was coated in their kiss now, intertwining with the watermelon essence that lingering on Lucy's own lips as well. The smacking of lips were echoing throughout the rooms, accompanied with Lucy's own soft noises to follow.