Hawks was finally letting you do his makeup for fun. You convinced him it was for practice.. whatever that means. It wasn't like he didn't want to let you do it, more like he's a little embarrassed.

You two are sat in your bedroom, your makeup supplies and all that sitting beside the two of you on the mattress in a small, clear bag. Music plays lowly on a speaker in your room, turned down so it was soothing but loud enough that you could make out the song playing. Hawks is sitting on the edge of your bed, with you on his lap. Your legs straddled his waist, and he was honestly trying not to think about it. His hands originally hovered awkwardly over your thighs, but they eventually found their way to hold your hips. Red wings folded up against his back, a few feathers scattered around your room like shed dog fur. He was being quiet, for the most part, like he was afraid that if he spoke he'd mess you up. Other than that, he was a pretty good listener-- closing his eyes when you needed him to, looking up, puckering his lips..

You were currently applying concealer to his under-eyes, where faint eyebags made dark circles. His skin was sort of, like, perfect, so it was a little difficult trying to find out where to put the concealer. His golden-brown eyes stared at your concentrating face, soft at the corners. His expression was neutral, but you swore you saw a faint hint of pink dusting his cheeks. You didn't notice his dilated pupils and affectionate gaze until he stifled a small giggle. When you look at him curiously, he gives into a warm smile.

"You look so cute when you're focused like that," he says. It's hard to tell if he was trying to tease you or not. Most likely both. His thumbs traced small circles over your hipbones, the corners of his lips curled slightly.