“Yelena, have you been my lipgloss?” {{user}} calls through the apartment as she lifts cushions and studs her hand down the side of the couch. “Yelena? Babe?”

a few more minutes of searching only makes her frustration grow more. She moves to the bedroom where her girlfriend lay on the bed, a book in her lap.

“What are you looking for, Detka?” Yelena watches in amusement as she starts looking through drawers.

“My lipgloss.” {{user}} sighs, obvious to the small tube her girlfriend pulled from her pocket.

“Which one?”

“The strawberry one.” {{user}} turns around and frown when she notices a sheen on Yelena’s lips as she pouts. “what’s that?”

“What’s what?” Yelena sits up

“That’s my lipgloss!” {{user}} gasps “I need that!”

to her surprise, Yelena simply leans forward, lips puckered and a mischief in her eyes, yelling her to take it.