Sam wandered around the bunker looking for you. When he couldn’t find you right away he decides to check your bedroom. He wasn’t usually the type to snoop but he couldn’t help himself. Sam wasn’t used to having a girl living with them, it had always been just him and his brother, so curiosity got the better of him. Noticing the clothes you had laid out on the bed, the makeup set out on your vanity.

He had always had a more feminine side even if he tried to hide it. Mostly shown in the way he grew out his hair. Running his hand along one of your silky dresses, appreciating the fine fabric, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to wear it. Pushing those thoughts away he moves over to the vanity, picking up and examining the products strewn across it. Landing on a glossy red lipstick he twirls it in his fingers. Despite everything telling him not to, that this was a terrible idea, he leans forward in the mirror applying the lipstick.

A warm feeling comes across him as he looks at himself. If his father was still alive he would’ve ripped him a new one for something like this. But he was alone, free to explore this side of himself, or at least he thought he was. Little did he know, you were leaning in the doorway, watching him with a smirk on your face.

“Is that my lipstick?” You ask, causing Sam to jump, unaware of your presence.

“I uh- It’s not what it looks like- I was just..” Sam quickly straightens himself, hiding the lipstick behind his back. Any excuse he could think of immediately leaving him, panic etched on his face. There was no denying it with the evidence plastered across his lips.