YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA REQUEST FOR A DRABBLE The fem!Jean trans!Marco thing we talked about a few days ago please? I will love you forever I'd you'd write that
2/10 (I tried and I hope this is what you were thinking of~)
It was Marci’s birthday and Jeanne had promised her “anything your pretty little heart desires, baby.” But what Jeanne hadn’t known was that what Marci’s pretty little heart desired was a makeover; specifically, a chance to give Jeanne a makeover.
“Don’t you like the way I look, Mar-Mar?” Pouting, the shorter girl sat down roughly on the bed that she shared with her girlfriend. “I know you like giving makeovers but I think I look just fine!” Her self-esteem had only just recently taken a turn for the better, ever since Marci had told her, in a hushed whisper, how beautiful she was and how much she loved her. But now? Now Jeanne was feeling the familiar pangs of self-loathing that she had thought were long gone.
“Oh, it’s not that, Jeanne, you’re beautiful! It’s just…” The brunette sighed and sat down next to Jeanne, wrapping an arm around the girl and batting her long, full lashes. “You know how much I love putting makeup on myself and I want you to feel it too.” She grinned and rubbed the length of her nose lightly across her girlfriend’s, laughing softly at the hitch in Jeanne’s breath as she did so.
“F-fine, but nothing too major, okay?” She hated the heaviness that always accompanied makeup, even if she tried using the “light as a feather” foundation Marci used for her own skin.
Nodding, the brunette rushed to her makeup bag, giggling in excitement. “You’re gonna love it, I swear, darling.” She dumped the contents of her bag out onto the bed, rummaging through the overwhelming amount of products she had. “Where is it…? Here it is!” She held up a brand new bottle of foundation, one that eerily matched Jeanne’s skin tone.
“Did you buy foundation for me? Even without knowing that I’d say yes?” Letting out a somewhat nervous laugh, she took the bottle in her hands and looked it over. It was a different brand than she had ever seen Marci use and it looked expensive. “How much was this?”
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, just focus on how good it’s gonna feel on your skin.” With a sweet smile, Marci took back the foundation and put some on her fingers. “I know you’re supposed to use some sort of brush for this but I could never find one I like and I…” She blushed, embarrassed by what she was going to say. “I like feeling how soft your skin is…”
Jeanne was about to retort with something ridiculous but, as soon as she felt the cool wetness of the foundation hit her skin, her mouth clamped shut, the only movement of her body was her lips quivering.
“Jeanne, this matches your skin tone very well, I’m glad I picked the right one.” Marci breathed out, entranced by the feeling of her girlfriend’s skin underneath her fingertips. “You’re so soft…” Jeanne, too nervous to speak, squeaked in response, garnering a giggle from her girlfriend’s pretty, supple mouth. “Alright, now that that’s done, could I put some eyeliner and mascara on you? I know you really hate eyeshadow so I didn’t get any of that.”
“Y-yeah, sure.” She took a breath before her eyes shot up to meet Marci’s; her hands smelled faintly of some sort of spice, something familiar but Jeanne couldn’t place it. Was it cinnamon? No, but something close to that. She thought back to the last time they were in the mall together; Marci had practically dragged Jeanne into Bath and Body Works, trying out all the new scents for the season.
“Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin is the name you’re looking for, baby.” Marci giggled as she held Jeanne’s face still so she could slowly and carefully line the girl’s beautiful hazel eyes. “I knew you’d like it so I bought a few bottles of lotion so that I’d have enough for the entire year.”
Jeanne grinned, a light blush dusting her cheeks. She loved when her girlfriend wore sweet smelling lotions and cinnamon pumpkin was her newfound favourite. “Promise to wear it every time you do my makeup?”
Marci gasped and nodded, quickly finishing Jeanne’s eyes before grabbing a cute and sparkly pink lip gloss she had found. “You mean, I can do this again? Oh, Jeanne, thank you!” She leaned forward, quickly slotting her lips against Jeanne’s before pulling back and spreading the gloss over them. “You look amazing, sweetheart!”
Too dazed by the suddenness of the kiss, Jeanne just nodded as Marci searched for a mirror. Upon finding it, Marci practically shoved it in her face, squealing excitedly as she waited for Jeanne to look. Rolling her eyes a bit, Jeanne looked into the mirror and gasped; she’d never seen her eyes look so big and her lips were so…shiny and plump!
“Marci…” She breathed out, hazel eyes meeting brown ones as she gazed up at her amazing girlfriend. “I look beautiful…”
“You always do, baby, you always do.” Leaning forward, Marci kissed Jeanne again, longer and softer this time. “I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.”
“Not as lucky as I am, sweetheart.” Jeanne sighed and kissed her sweetly, trying to convey how much she loved her. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and ever will meet.”
Marci’s eyes stung with tears; she was still getting used to hearing those words directed towards her and being able to hear Jeanne say them made them so much sweeter. “I love you, Jeanne.”
