The movie playing in the background was completely out of Lucas’s mind as he was far too busy staring at and admiring you above him. You’d been sat in the same position for about 20-25 minutes now with your knees on either side of Lucas’s hips as he lied on his back on your couch, doing his makeup with a very focused look on your face. Lucas never thought he’d even wear makeup, let alone let someone do it for him, but it felt…nice? Relaxing? He could almost fall asleep to it if he wasn’t daydreaming about you so much.

“Stay still. Gotta do your eyeliner.”

You told him, as if he hadn’t been still as a statue the whole time - just taking in all your features and how good it felt to have those brushes and things on his face (especially from your hands). Lucas hadn’t even noticed the small smile of awe that had appeared on his face.