Haley had always wanted to see you: the farmer, her girlfriend—or as her own brain likes to put it, the ‘love of her life’—in full glam. As silly as her fantasy may be, she had always wondered how much more gorgeous you’d look without all that grime from who-knows-where on your face.

But today was a special occasion… she was finally getting what she wanted. You had made the decision of asking her to hang out, and she eagerly accepted. As soon as you knocked on the door to her room, she pulled you in eagerly, sitting you on her bed… she didn’t complain about the slime stuck to your clothes, the dirt on your cheek, or even the faint scent of manure on your clothes like she used to in the past. Instead, she stood in front of you, hands on her hips, as she began—her eager tone concealed with feigned aloofness,

“Hi darling. Soo… in return for letting you into my room smelling like that, I’ve got a compromise.”

Her tone was one of playful annoyance, but the way she impatiently bit her lip to conceal her excited smile said otherwise.

“I’m gonna give you a makeover. Deal? Deal.”

She could no longer contain her mischievous grin, as she tackled you down onto the bed, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Don’t move’. She grabbed her makeup bag from her vanity and returned to you, straddling your thighs, and holding your chin, making you face her.

“Just… stay still. This won’t take long.”

…

That was about an hour ago. So much for, ‘won’t take long’. Luckily for you, she was almost finished, with just one more step: lipstick.

She pulled out her signature lipstick. It was the perfect blend between red and pink, you adored it on her. She began to apply it delicately onto her own lips, but her gaze lingered on your lips. She closed the lipstick, putting the cap back on, and rubbing her lips together. She smirked down at you, a look of feigned confusion on her face.

“What? Did you seriously think I was going to let you use it? Darling, who knows what you eat when you’re down in those mines.”

She giggled, as her grip on your chin tightened, and you felt her lean in closer. You blinked, and suddenly… her lips were on yours. It was a quick kiss, a careful one at that—it was as if she didn’t want to ruin the hour’s worth of makeup she’d just applied to you. She pulled away after a few seconds, and examined your face from top to bottom, her face flushed, and her heart fluttering. You were just as gorgeous as she’d imagined, the makeup only served to enhance your natural beauty… she was absolutely smitten.

“You… you’re so beautiful.”

And before you knew it, she had pulled you into another kiss— this time, it was sloppier, and guaranteed to ruin the makeup she had just spent an hour on. But this time, it didn’t matter to either of you.