Summary; You ask your boyfriend for some help when choosing a lipstick.
Notes; I just wanted to do a silly little (and I mean little) one shot! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Warnings; some foul language is all.
Word Count; 658
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You look down at your lipstick collection wide-eyed. How did you end up with this many? How many even was this? You wondered if you'd even used all of them at least once.
How are you supposed to figure out which one you want to wear if you don't even know what all the colours look like?
"Is that... my play lipstick from when I was 6?" You mutter to yourself in disbelief as you look at the bright pink plastic lipstick.
"Wintertime cleaning, love?" A voice from behind you rings.
You turn to see none other than your redheaded boyfriend, George Weasley.
You smile as you look over at him.
"Woah... This is... A lot." George says with raised eyebrows.
"I don't know where all of it came from. I don't even remember buying most of these. Some of these are colours I would never even wear!" You groan, putting a bright red lipstick into a pile that you subconsciously labeled "nope."
"I'm positive you look dashing in all of them, though." George grins.
You playfully roll your eyes. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head.
"Uh oh, she's thinking. Dangerous."
"Oh, shut up, Georgie. Come here, sit." You scoff, opening a lipstick and applying it.
George does as you say, sitting on the floor next to you.
You grab his face with gentle hands and tilt it to the side, pressing a kiss onto his cheek.
You smile to yourself, looking at the kiss mark left, pleased with your work.
"Okay, we're doing this with almost every lipstick, I hope you're prepared to be sat like this for a while."
"If I'm going to be kissed and left with evidence, you can go ahead and do whatever you want to me for however long you'd like." George smiles at you, a blush creeping on his freckled cheeks.
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"Ooh, that one's pretty." You smile.
"Are you going to let me look or will you just leave me to imagine what I could possibly look like right now?" George laughs.
You sigh and roll your eyes playfully. "I guess I could let you look now. I'm done anyway."
George picks up a handheld mirror and looks at himself, taking a few moments before bursting into laughter.
"What? You don't like it? I worked very hard you, know?"
"I love it, darling. But I think you actually missed a spot, and it looks like you have one more tube left." George smirks, pointing at his lips.
"Well it looks like I'm going to have to test that one then, won't I?"
George nods, smiling proudly.
You pop the tube open, applying it the same way that you had with the previous colours.
"Stop smiling like a dork so it can apply evenly." You laugh.
"Can't help but be excited, sorry."
You could've sworn you have rolled your eyes enough times today alone just by interacting with George for your eyes to get stuck like that, but they haven't just yet.
You lean in, placing your hand onto George's cheek and gently kissing him on the lips, but applying enough pressure for the lipstick to stick.
"Well, dare I say that this colour might look better on you than it does me."
"Duh, I look good with and in everything. Including your makeup." George says, placing a kiss to your lips this time.
"Godrick, you're such an idiot, Georgie."
"Your idiot."
"You can't be corny and an idiot!"
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A/n; Hope you enjoyed! This was something that was on my idea board for quite some time actually, and here's where the inspiration came from as well (ta-da!)
