You couldn't even form a coherent thought anymore.

Everyone knew Stan loved his lipstick, specifically shades of purple. That’s why Xeno made him dozens of shades to choose from. And who better to test them on than you?

You sat slumped back in your chair, dizzy and euphoric. The multiplying violet marks on your face sunk you deeper and deeper into your daze.

You barely registered the deep chuckle coming from beside you, followed by another kiss, this time on your forehead.

“Aren’t you a soldier? You should hardly let something like this distract you.”

You mumbled some sort of acknowledgment to his words, but if this is how You’d die, you’d die happy.