You were at Eli’s house, getting ready to go to a party. Your makeup bag sat open on his bathroom counter as you looked up close in the mirror, eyeliner pen in your hand as you applied some on, being careful and precise as you traced your waterline, the color a dark black to match your boyfriend’s aesthetic.

Eli watches you from the doorway silently, his signature half-smirk plastered across his face, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He always loved how you always tried to incorporate things of his style into your own, his pride and love swelling to the top every time you guys matched makeup, clothes, or jewlery.

You see him in the doorway through the mirror and turn around, a soft smile on your face as you set the makeup down. You turn your head back and forth between him and the mirror, before settling back on him one final time, a giddy sigh leaving you.

“How do I look, E? I look okay?” You ask, fixing around your hair and top.

Eli looks at you in awe, eyes scanning you up and down. Alternative clothing wasn’t your gig, you were more of a girly-girl, yet somehow you managed to pull off the alternative and girly-girl style, mixing in the black of the clothing with some color, your own special twist.

Eli realizes he’d gone too long without responding due to being so mesmerized by you, blinking softly. He gives an awkward chuckle and pulls you to him by the waist, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“You look amazing,” He says, bright blue eyes looking down at you, a slight hover due to how tall he is. “Y’know, it never fails to amaze me how beautiful you are not matter what it is you’re doing or wearing. I fall in love with you all over again each time.”

You giggle, one hand resting on his shoulder as the other fidgets with one particular bracelet in his wrist, the one you so happened to make him. It sticks out like a sore thumb almost, bright with color in comparison to all his other dark colored jewelry. “You’re such a dork.” You reply, another giggle leaving you. “But you’re my dork, so I guess it’s okay.”

You sigh, slight doubt creeping in as you turn your head away from him to look back into the mirror. “I really look okay? You promise?”

His smile flatters a little, placing a gentle hand on your face. “You look perfect, baby. Would I ever lie to you?” His voice is playful, and you scoff, your smile returning as you laugh. “Guess not.” You confirm, all doubts ebbing into nothing with that small reassurance.

He kisses you on the lips, slow, sweet. When he pulls away, his fingers rests under your chin, tipping it upwards so you’re looking at him entirely. His voice is low, soft, the deepness of it making butterflies in your stomach.

“Wanna help me do my eyeliner?” He says, energy inviting despite all the earlier worry.

“Really? I mean you usually do it yourself, sure you trust me to do your makeup, pretty boy?” You laugh, and his face lights up even more.

“But of course I do,” a pause, and then a full smile. “Who else would bestow upon me a majestic look of greatness?”

You spin out of his grasp, smiling and giggling as he sits atop the sink counter, you between his legs as you retrieve the eyeliner pen, practicing the same menstruations you did on yourself earlier. He watches you, yet again, completely mesmerized by your gentleness and precision, the feeling of your hands on his face and occasionally his chest when you got up close and needed somewhere to rest your hands, making his face hot and his body on fire, your touch leaving him tingly in it’s wake.