its 1 am and i feel insane and kinda like i dont really exist but im too tiered to analyze it
'Would you like some tea?' Kazuha called from the kitchen.
'Nah, thanks' you yelled back, still focused on organising your cosmetics and wondering which Jane Austen film you should watch tonight.
Eventually, you decided that since you had a boyfriend you might have as well use him to make all the hard choices for you. As soon as Kazuha walked into the room, you attacked him with your dilema
'Kaedehara, what's better' you asked straight away ''Emma' or 'Pride or prejudice'?'
'Emma is literally about a brilliant woman wasting away her potential, because of being stuck in a bubble of her little aristocratic world and instead of actually contributing to society, getting educated, using her resources to make a change, she spends her time involved in nonsense, which all is in her mind justified by the values in which she was raised in. It's a goddamn tragedy and I'm not feeling tragic, sorry.' He said it very confidently but a moment later he bit his lower lip, reconsidering his words. 'Though that scene with Mr. Knightly in bath...'
You rolled your eyes with a smile.
'If you want wet sexy men we might as well watch 'Pride and prejudice' but the series, not film. Up to you.' You shrugged, taking a sip out of Kazuha's mug. The tea he'd made smelled faintly of flowers and tasted like sour forest berry and sweet as honey. It was your favourite. 'I'm gonna be doing your make up anyway, so I won't be paying too much attention.'
'I thought you didn't want tea.' He sat down on bed beside you, purposely leaning closer to you.
'Yeah but I just wanted to try.' You smiled innocently but Kaedehara was still glaring at you intransigent. 'Oh don't look at me like that, please! It's not my fault your tea is always so good.'
'I can make you your own mug, you know' he pointed out, raising corner of his mouth slightly.
'Nah, don't bother.' You took another sip of sweet tea under his soft gaze. 'I have a mission Kazuha, remember? I have to turn you into a sparkling boyfriend.'
'Ah yeah, right. I got to get pretty' he laughed, observing as you pick up eyeliner, mascara concealer, a set of little sponges, a few brushes, eyeshadows, glitter, lipsticks and million of other stuff that maybe not exactly scared him but made Kaedehara a little confused. 'You'll use all of it?' he asked you in horror.
You weren't exactly overwhelmed and casually took your place on Kazuha's lap.
'Yep.' You grabbed a pair of moisturising eye pads and placed them gently on his face. 'And besides, you're already pretty. We're just going to add some glitter on you, so you can blind people on your way for groceries.'
You felt how his hand slowly slipped to your thigh and travelled up, to your hips, leaving traces on your leg. You felt how Kaedehara gently pulled you closer and how his breath was brushing against the bare skin of your neck.
'Did you just say I'm pretty?' He raised his eyebrow, smiling at you teasingly.
'My goodness.' You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and trying to brush away grin from your own face. 'Yes, I did. Can you blame me? You are pretty. Very much, even.'
Kazuha only smiled broader and suddenly, placed a quick kiss on the top of your nose.
'Since you have so many stuff to manage over here, I think we can do without a film tonight' he said casually, with his fingers drawing templates of his design on your lower back and hips.
'Okay.' You only nodded as you slowly started to pull off the pads.
Kazuha sat still the whole time, as you put concealer on his eyelids and then the eyshadows, blending them for what seemed like forever. But finally, came time for glitter. You prepared golden one, especially for this occasion – somehow it just felt right to imagine golden sparkling over his face, with his scarlet eyes always bright and curious.
With your extreme luck and with maximum focus, you managed to put glitter in a neat and effective as well as impressive way.
You brushed your fingers against his cheek, trying to brush off a bit off sparkling dust but that wasn't exactly your only motive: you felt a strange need to touch him, make sure he's real, that the softness of his skin, the smell of his hair, the warmth of his body and breath you felt against your skin weren't all just a part of a dream – truly beautiful one but still a dream.
'Are you done?' he asked unexpectedly, making you wake up from your wonder.
'Almost' you answered with a smile, as you judged your masterpiece. 'We need lipstick.' You picked up the right colour and grabbed Kaedehara by his chin, raising it slightly. This time, he hadn't closed his eyes, as you were putting lipstick on him, rather followed you with his gaze, keeping his eyes fixed on you.
You didn't even notice when he put his hand over yours and pulled it to his mouth, placing a kiss on it and marking your skin with a red trace. A crooked smile crept into his face, when he noticed a slight blush on your face and that your gaze and attention slipped to his lips for good.
He said nothing, only put his hand on your jaw, patiently caressing your skin with his fingers and brushing he's thumb against your mouth.
'Kazuha...'
'I can wear lipstick any time and any day' he pointed out, taking the said cosmetic from your hand and putting it away. 'Chances to kiss you are far more rare and all the more precious.'
'And obviously you're not going to miss that opportunity' you took a guess, as Kazuha was leaning closer and closer to you, until eventually the distance between you disappeared completely. His lips were brushing against yours, your body was pressed to his, his hands were on you and yet you still had more ideas, what you could want from him and what you could give him maybe not to satisfy his appetite but to make it bigger.
'How could I?'
