“you got a lil’ somethin’..” nat murmurs, reaching up to rub the corner of your lips. smears a bit of dark cherry red— whoops.

“fuck,” she mutters, leaning closer to rub a little harder. she spits a little saliva on her thumb, bringing it back up to fix the mess.

“it’s okay,” you say quietly, taking her wrist in your hand.

and that’s when nat really looks at you. no, really. under all the smoky eyeliner and heavy makeup and dark red lipstick.

you’re pretty. gorgeous. precious. hers.

you look good next to nat, she decides. the corset and black button-up suit she’d bought with your dress in mind— matching. to look good in photos, y’know.

and to make it all the more apparent that you were with her. with nat. as if the matching rings and silver chain necklaces weren’t enough.

nat grins a little.

“i wanna kiss you,” she scoffs out, trying to tug you into her lap. (and failing, your dress wasn’t made for straddling other girls.)

“you’ll ruin my lipstick,” you respond, and nat lets out a short, breathy laugh.

always so worried about your appearance. always so careful. still, so breathtaking.