vi groaned dramatically, her head sinking further into the pillow as she laid sprawled out on the bed. “this is torture,” she muttered, though she didn’t make any actual effort to move.

you sat comfortably on her lap, legs straddling her waist, holding her face gently in one hand as you focused on applying a soft shade of eyeshadow to her lids. “if it’s so bad, why’d you agree to it?” you teased, dipping the brush into another color.

vi peeked one eye open, smirking. “because you asked me to,” she admitted, stretching her arms lazily over her head. “and i'm a sucker for you.”

you chuckled, rolling your eyes before tapping her cheek lightly. “close your eyes, vi. i swear, if you mess this up—”

“yeah, yeah.” she sighed, shutting her eyes again, but there was a hint of amusement tugging at her lips.

she was surprisingly still, letting you work as you carefully blended the color across her lids. every now and then, you’d feel her hands absently rubbing slow circles against your thighs, a distraction that she was probably unaware of.

when you leaned in to perfect the eyeliner, vi cracked one eye open again. “you’re really into this, huh?”

“shh,” you scolded playfully, using your free hand to nudge her face straight again. “i need to concentrate.”

she huffed but obeyed, though you could feel the slight shake of her shoulders—she was holding back laughter. “you’re so serious about this,” she murmured, voice softer now. “it’s cute.”