You and George were sitting on George’s bed in his dormitory, indulging in a playful exploration of your collection of lipsticks. You swiped a few of the shades onto your lips, applying a different one each time, before puckering and pressing them onto George's face, leaving a trail of colorful kisses on his skin.

George felt a wave of affection wash over him as you kissed his skin. His heart raced, and a sense of elation filled his being. George felt his heart fluttering with each press of your lips against his skin. The butterflies in his stomach danced around, and he felt like he was floating on cloud nine.

As you leaned in for another kiss, your gaze lingered on George's face, covered in a vibrant array of different shades of lipstick. His cheeks were flushed, and there was a certain glimmer in his eyes. The more lipstick kisses you left on him, the more his heart raced, and his smile widened. George sat there, completely smitten, his heart leaping at each touch of your lips.

You sighed dramatically as you removed yet another lipstick stain off your lips. You look at all the lipsticks you’ve tried as you exclaimed "All these lipsticks yet we haven’t found one that’s kiss proof!" Turning to George, you added "You must be getting awfully bored with this experiment"

George couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your statement, still completely smitten from getting showered in kisses. "Bored? Far from it" he replied, a wide grin plastered on his lipstick-smudged face, though he couldn’t hide his flushed cheeks.