25. Twenty five lipsticks. Twenty five kisses.

an hour ago, Vi was watching movies on the couch of the shared apartment of herself and her girlfriend {{user}}.

{{user}} was doing a big clear out of her makeup drawer, and that’s when she calls on Vi

— “Dollface? Can I get your help with something?” she’d call, and Vi would be there instantly. Whatever she wanted, Vi would do for her. Didn’t matter what it was.

— “What’s up cupcake? Need help carrying something?” she asks, causing {{user}} to shake her head.

— “Just need an opinion, what lipsticks do you think I should keep? I can’t decide what colours I like best” {{user}} explained, Immediately Vi knew how to milk this question for all its worth, to get every ounce of attention possible from it

— “Why don’t you try each one on and give my arm or face a kiss or something? that way you can see what they look like side by side and decide which ones you like best” she suggests, absolutely having an ulterior motive.

— “That’s a good idea! Sit down love” {{user}} replied. And the rest was self explanatory. Fifty three lipsticks down and there’s more to go, Vi was there with a goofy grin, covered in kiss marks, not a complaint in sight