I got a transfer proof lipstick today and it kind of sparked something in me when I kissed my partner and it didn’t stain.
Eddie Munson would take “transfer proof” as a challenge. Maybe he was in a heavy make out session and noticed there wasn’t sticky lipstick marks on him when there should have been. He would spend hours trying to get any sort of mark because goddammit if he gets bested by a lipstick of all things.
Ahhh this is so freaking cute! This is only a small drabble, sorry for the wait! ILY 🖤
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Breaking away from the kiss, you see a string of spit connecting your lip to his. Giggling, you wipe it away.
Eddie frowns, presses a hard kiss to your mouth, pulls away, and frowns again.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Why isn't your lipstick smudging?" He holds his hand firmly to your hip, tracing circles with his thumb. You're sitting in his lap, sitting side saddle, movie playing in the background, forgotten.
"Oh, its transfer proof! See?" Taking your pointer finger, you rub it across your bottom lip and show him your clean fingertip. Your lips remain cherry red.
"Witchcraft!" Eddie exclaims, eyes wide. You giggle, used to his antics by now. Pulling you forward, he brings you in for a devastating kiss. The ground feels like its dropping out from under you, you start to feel lightheaded as he moves his mouth over yours with as much passion as he can muster. You break away for a second.
"Eddie, what are you doing?" You're panting, eyes searching his.
"C'mere." He pulls you in by the nape of your neck. "For science."
