Simon notices you had a new shade of lipstick on, ever the perceptive husband. You subtly hint at you wanting to try it out on him, the feminine urge to leave your mark on him and of course he agrees. What kind of husband would be to refuse a request such as this?

You cup the sides of his face with your dainty hands, his face being squished slightly by the pressure of your palms, covering him with kiss marks all over. “You really went ham on me, sweetheart.” He hums as he looks at himself in the mirror on your makeup vanity, so enamored by the sight and the multitude of lipstick marks you left stamped all over his face trailing down to his neck.