"Can you maybe hurry..?" Agatha groaned as you sat on her lap, which made her quite anxious, and put makeup on her face, which made her even more uncomfortable.

"Yea, hold still.." you hissed and grabbed her chin to move her to the right place, a smirk on your face.

"Okay okay.." she grumbled and then stayed still, her eyes ran over your features and she watched your hands running over her dark skin, she would be lying.. if she said she didn't like your touch.. and you knew that.