“Stop moving before I poke your eye out.”

Zaphara says, her brows pinched in concentration as she carefully drags the eyeliner over your lid. Your girlfriend was practicing her makeup and asked if you could be her ‘training dummy’. You agreed.

Now, you were sitting on Zaphara's bed; the goth sitting on your lap, her thighs straddling your hips, and your hands on her waist as she does your eyeliner.