╰ featured darling: sephiroth (pre-nibelheim).ᐟ 𝜗ৎ
cw: none, just a some soft, domestic sephy because i don't see enough of it for my darling angel ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) fluffy drabble (approx. 400 words)
author's note: please don't judge me too harshly. this is my first time writing for this man but i've developed an unhealthy obsession for him and i need to write something or i will combust into flames lol
“Is this truly necessary, love?”
The first class soldier looked ridiculous, various shades of lipstick adorned his pale skin. Ruby reds and maroons to soft pinks, all of them in the shape of your lips. None of them quite to your liking though.
“Yes, of course it is, Sephy,” you huff, lifting your chin in the vanity’s reflection. “If I kiss you at the banquet, I don’t want the lipstick looking horrible on you.”
A sigh slips past his lips as you reach for another tube. His arms cross, eyes shutting in silent surrender to your antics. He had to admit that being here, in the privacy of your shared quarters, was far more tolerable than the Shinra banquet ahead.
A mako green eye peeks open, catching a glimpse of how the lipstick is dragged across your plush lips. Sephiroth’s eyebrow twitches with disappointment that, once again, his lips were not the lucky target of your kisses. However, he’s grateful that you were too focused on applying the pink hue instead of noticing the pink that also dusted his cheeks.
Was it normal to be aroused at the sight of his significant other doing mundane things like applying makeup?
Faint was the methodical grunt that sounded from him, shutting his eye once more and pondering his unusual arousal…
You think he’s distracted and consider it a good time to kiss him once more, eager to test this new shade. But just as you close in, his hand suddenly cups your jaw, fingers firm, guiding you into his kiss before you can react.
“I like this shade,” Sephiroth mutters, cat-like eyes honing in on the shape of your lips, how soft they feel as he smears the paint with his thumb.
“Sephy! You ruined it.”
The whine is accompanied with your signature pout, which he finds amusing and infuriatingly adorable. “I suppose you’ll just have to apply it all over again, my little dove.” And he made no effort to hide his smirk as he watched you fix the lipstick.
