It was that time of year again. The time that made your usual lazy afternoons with your girlfriend Xilonen suddenly loud and chaotic. It put you on edge.

Being the easygoing person she was, she offered to help you with distractions from the noise. The distraction? Makeup.

You had always noticed how perfectly done her makeup was, how it never seemed to smudge, how it flattered her already gorgeous facial features and sun-kissed skin. You had just… never knew your way around it.

You tried to not sneeze as the powdered blush she applied on you began to fly in particles around your nose, her hands holding your chin still. It had been like this for a while. She’d try mascara, you’d blink and it’d get in your eye. You’d lick any sort of gloss off of your lips and eyeliner felt too sticky. Still, you were willing to let her try.

“Try not to squirm, mi vida.” Xilonen warned affectionately, punctuating her words with a forehead kiss that left a soft stain of her red lipstick.