“I don’t fuckin’ like this..” grumbles Ellie, her lips pulled back in tight frown as you dusted a soft peach across her cheek bones; chestnut eyes squinting as the brush bristles grazed her lashes.

“Babe, don’t..” she groans, pushing your hand away with a firm shove. “I don’t want this on..”

She wouldn’t stop you if you tried again, though.