6, 20, 44. Fandom(s) of your choice.
6. nyssara20. canaryfire44. supercorp
6. That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long. (nyssara)
“If you keep kissing me like this, my beloved, that lipstick’s not going to stay put for long,” insisted Nyssa, her hand lovingly caressing her lover’s arm., earning a pout from the blonde who looked dazzling in her tight dress. The red fabric matched the red lipstick she’d just applied before kissing Nyssa as she’d entered their living quarters. They both had a job to do that night, but their blossoming relationship made it easy for them to lose focus at times.
Like now, when Sara looked ravishing. Nyssa had to clench her gloved hands to keep from touching her again. To keep from kissing her. To keep from directing her to their shared bed to peel that dress from her body and make love to her.
“Awe, c’mon Nyssa…” Sara brought her hands to Nyssa’s hips, looking at her through her thick lashes. “Just one more kiss?”
“Are you sure you are not a siren?” asked Nyssa, giving into temptation, leaning forward so that her lips brushed against Sara’s. “Or a witch? I feel like I am under your spell, Sara… A spell I do not wish to break.”
“So don’t,” said Sara so simply that Nyssa could do nothing but kiss her again.
By the time the women exited their bedroom, Sara had needed to apply a new layer of lipstick and brush out her tangled hair—and Nyssa was more than slightly embarrassed when her father commented on the smudge of red lipstick she’d missed on her earlobe.
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20. I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye color. (canaryfire)
“You still mad?” Her silence had him sighing. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He knew he was going in be in trouble as soon as Laurel had announced they’d be joining her friends for game night that night. Mick wasn’t one for games. Laurel once admitted she wasn’t either, but could never say no to the nerds who she called friends. Mick was far from social and normally spent the get-togethers he was forced to go to by himself in a corner nursing a beer or two.
Or five, when it came to Laurel’s friends.
They’d talked him into playing a matching game. Mick had to admit he felt a tad bit of guilt when realizing Laurel answered all the questions about him correctly while he stumbled for his answers about her.
“Laurel…” She tensed when he said her name, the brush she’d been using to get the tangles out of her hair pausing in its movement before resuming. “I’m sorry, okay? I told you I’m not good at this kind of stuff.”
“I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye color,” she said, voice angry but also bordering on hurt. “Or my favorite movie!”
“I’m a shitty boyfriend,” he said. “And I’m sorry, okay?”
Her shoulders dropped and she set the brush down on the dresser before turning to face him. God she was gorgeous… Times like this he knew he didn’t deserve a woman like her. She was good and pure and he… He just saw himself as a piece of trash. And he proved that tonight to her friends, who had to hide their laughter directed toward he and Laurel behind their hands.
“All those questions were dumb anyway.” She scoffed. “Okay, maybe not all of them. But… I know you like sleeping on the side of the bed furthest away from the door because of the habit you got as a kid to make sure there was room for Sara to crawl in if your parents were fighting that night. I know you don’t like yogurt with the chunks of fruit in it and that you prefer cats over dogs. I know you like to sing showtunes in the shower and wear mis-matched socks during the Superbowl for good luck.”
All she could do was nod, eyes wide in slight awe that he knew those things.
“I pay attention to the important stuff. And besides, I was right. Your eyes are blue. Or at least they look blue, in the morning, when the sun hits them just right when you open them… I know that because they are always the first thing I try to see in the morning.”
“Mick…” She smiled. “How can I even stay mad at you now?”
“You can’t,” he said, earning an eyeroll and a playful slap to his arm before she wrapped her arms around him in a hug of which he eagerly returned: burying his face in her hair and inhaling her scent deeply to ease his frazzled nerves.
He didn’t know what he’d do the day he screwed up enough to lose her.
“How about we go watch one of those bad movies you like before bed?” he asked.
“They aren’t bad!” she insisted.
“Sure, sure… Whatever you say, Babe.”
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44. Where is all of my underwear? (supercorp)
Kara pursed her lips while rummaging through her dresser drawer. Her hands went to her hips as she let out a frustrated sigh standing in nothing but a towel. A light laugh had her whirling around, automatically reaching up to adjust glasses which weren’t perched on her nose at the time. Her hands then went to the knot in her towel, securing it as she stared at the brunette woman who was also wrapped in a towel.
“Where is all of my underwear?” asked Kara, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. All Lena did was smirk, giving a toss of her damp hair, droplets of water spattering to the floor. Then, her girlfriend just shrugged a shoulder.
“I don’t know, Kara. Did you forget to do the laundry?”
“No!” she sputtered, gesturing to the drawer which had a depleted number of panties. “I know, for a fact, that I had some in there last night!”
“Hmm…” Lena pressed a perfectly manicured nail to her bottom lip in thought while doing her best to fight a smile. “Looks like we have a mystery on our hands.”
“Lena! I’m going to be late for work.”
“You’re Supergirl,” said Lena. “It takes you five seconds to get to work.”
“But-”
“How about this?” asked Lena, loosening her towel, then letting it drop to the floor. Kara couldn’t stop herself from letting her eyes wander over the body before her, her expression transitioning from exasperated to aroused. “Come back to bed? And I’ll tell you where I put them.”
Kara always had a hard time saying no… And this time was no exception.
