Astarion could tell you were kind of surprised to wake up and see him covered in rouge lipstick marks. He could see the confusion and bewilderment cross your face, still half asleep.

Last night, you had gotten into his tent late last night after the tiefling party. It looked like someone had put a rouge lipstick on you, and you seemed pretty drunk off of the cheap, bitter wine they had for the party. Astarion, after just coming back from snacking on a boar in the woods, or something of the kind, was alarmed to see you stumble in. But, then again, he didn't push you away when you came over and began to press light kisses all over his face and cheeks. He didn't mind, not really. Somehow the innocent affection, not designed to be seductive, just to show that you loved him (as you had kept saying last night as you snuggled close and left pinky-red lipstick smudges all over his neck, chest and arms). It was a new sort of affection, and he found out he really quite liked it.

He was lying on his side, head propped up on one arm as he peered down at you. There were even the lipstick marks down over his biceps to his wrists. An amused smirk came onto his lips as your mouth opened, the lipstick smudged slightly.

“Good morning, sweet thing.”

He hummed, tilting his head to the side slightly with a low chuckle. Though, deep down, there was something thankful about this gentle love you were showing him, the first time anyone had ever before.

“You got a little…carried away, last night.”

It was difficult not to suppress a grin at the way your eyes shot wide as realisation that you had been the culprit. A lightweight then, he supposed, if you were so drink you didn’t remember doing that. Or, maybe you just drunk an absolute ton. He wouldn’t put it past you.