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Aventurine tilts Ratio’s chin up, dragging the tip of the lipstick across her bottom lip with her other hand. The smear of color on her lips matched the soft blush of her cheeks and the red of her eye makeup.
“Hmm,” Aventurine leans back on the counter, tilting her head to look at her work.
“Are you finished?” Ratio blinks up at Aventurine with her absurdly perfect eyelashes, her tone as even as ever. While Ratio’s face doesn't exactly show any sign of her nerves, there are other small things that Aventurine has eventually figured out over the time they spent together as partners.
Like the subtle shift of her legs, a slow procession of movement from one limb to the other, unnoticeable to anyone unless they paid close attention. Or the press of her fingers against a hard surface, usually her codex, now replaced by the cool marble countertop. Her fingertips are nearly white. Aventurine smiles, a slow innocuous thing that makes Ratio narrow her eyes.
It’s cute, Aventurine thinks to herself, how hard Ratio tries to seem unaffected.
Aventurine moves her legs, as if readjusting her position. Her thighs brush against Ratio’s hands, and Aventurine nearly laughs as the tips of Ratio’s ears turn a bright red. The usual locks of hair that hide those ears away are now brushed up in a complicated updo, held in place by a slightly altered version of Ratio’s usual laurel hairpin.
Ratio frowns, beginning to push herself away from the other woman, “If you’re going to be wasting my time—!”
Oh, there wouldn’t be any of that, Aventurine thinks to herself. Aventurine winds a leg around the curve of Ratio’s waist, pulling her back, “Now, now, Doctor, I was just checking my work!”
Ratio catches herself against Aventurine, her hands pressing against her thighs. Giving Ratio no chance to react, Aventurine leans over the other woman, bracing a hand on her shoulder. The skin under Aventurine’s ungloved hand is warm. Her other hand slides under Ratio’s chin, her fingers cupping her face and pressing softly against the other woman’s cheeks to raise Ratio’s face up.
Ratio’s eyes are wide, mouth slightly agape as she stares at Aventurine. Something hot curls in Aventurine’s gut, tingling out into her arms, her legs, up her throat and pressing on her tongue. Aventurine’s eyes lower, and she bends down even closer, until their breaths mingle and Aventurine can feel the heat of skin and blood and life emanating from the other woman. The gentle scent of something floral fills Aventurine’s lungs, and it’s hard not to pull the Doctor closer, to press herself against the curves of her body and never let go.
This close, Aventurine can make out the small flecks of gold scattered across Ratio’s iris, like a smattering of stars and constellations. She can even spot the tiny mole by the edge of her left eye, usually hidden behind the sweep of her bangs. The skin around Ratio’s eyes glimmer with a subtle sheen of glitter alongside her usual red eye makeup, courtesy of Aventurine’s begging. Ratio’s lips are a rosy shade of red, and the peek of tongue behind her lips makes the back of Aventurine’s neck feel hot.
“Ah,” Aventurine’s tone is mildly regretful as she looks from Ratio’s lips to her eyes, clicking her tongue in faux disappointment. “Your lipstick’s smudged.”
“No it isn’t,” Ratio denies immediately, her eyes flitting to the mirror behind Aventurine’s back. Her hands curl loosely against the smooth material of Aventurine’s dress, still careful not to wrinkle it. How sweet, Aventurine thinks.
Aventurine taps her finger against Ratio’s cheek, pulling her attention back to her. There’s a small furrow between her eyebrows. Her mouth has pulled down into something Aventurine might dare call a pout, something Ratio never seems to realize she does. It’s disgustingly endearing, and Aventurine will never point it out.
With a placid smile, Aventurine places her thumb on the plush skin of Ratio’s lip. Ratio stills, seemingly frozen in place from shock. Aventurine slowly drags her thumb to the side, to the edge of her mouth and down the side of her cheek.
“See?” Aventurine murmurs lowly, slipping her hand from under Ratio’s face as she sits up. She rubs her thumb against her other fingers. Her eyes curve as Ratio’s attention is caught on her fingers, wide eyed as her mouth gapes, red smeared bright against her pale skin.
“You…” Ratio mutters after opening and closing her mouth wordlessly, seemingly speechless as she stares at Aventurine’s fingers.
“Hmm?” Aventurine laughs, light and giddy. “What about me?”
That flush on the tips of Ratio’s ears travel across to dust her cheeks, and Ratio’s eyes raise up to Aventurine’s face, an embarrassed tilt to her lips as she snaps, “You’re ridiculously shameless!”
“Only for you, my Doctor,” Aventurine purred, eyes bright as she looked down upon Ratio’s flustered face.
It’s in the moment between Aventurine sliding her lipstick tacky thumb against the curve of Ratio’s jaw and sliding her leg teasingly against the skin of her thigh that Ratio’s patience snaps.
Ratio winds her arms around Aventurine’s neck, pulling her down to press their lips together roughly with a small wordless exclamation of frustration. Aventurine takes the opportunity to slide her hands over Ratio’s shoulders, pulling her closer as she slips her tongue into Ratio’s mouth. Aventurine hums, a satisfied noise that makes Ratio tighten her grip and shift one of her hands into Aventurine’s hair.
Aventurine tilts her head, pressing more deeply into Ratio, licking into her mouth with such fervency that it makes Ratio whine, a breathy noise that only makes Aventurine burn more. The slide of their lips is sticky, and the slightly strange feel of the lipstick is overpowered by the taste of bitter coffee and chocolate. She chases after that addictive taste, egged on by the small, cut off whimpers that spill from Ratio’s mouth, muffled by Aventurine’s tongue. Aventurine can feel when Ratio’s arms begin to tremble, and her already pitiful attempts at reciprocating Aventurine’s intensity begin to peter off altogether, her mouth easy and pliant as she allows Aventurine to do whatever she wants.
Eventually Aventurine pulls away, and the sight of the other woman is enough to nearly make Aventurine dive back again for another taste. Ratio’s spit-slick lips are parted, her eyes glossy as she looks up at Aventurine. The red of her lipstick is messy and shiny under the bathroom lights, and Aventurine has to fight with herself to not devour Ratio whole.
Aventurine chuckles, a little breathlessly, “Oh? Looks like it’s even more smudged now.”
Leaning her head against Aventurine’s chest, Ratio stubbornly angles her face away from Aventurine’s eyes, “And who’s fault is that exactly?”
Aventurine coos teasingly, “Aww, c’mon, I’ll help you fix it.” She tucks a strand of the other woman’s hair behind her ear, rubbing the heated lobe between her fingers.
Ratio clicks her tongue, “You better. Take responsibility for your actions.” It’s quite hard for Aventurine to take her seriously with the petulant tone her words take or the shudder that shakes down her body when Aventurine slides her fingers over the sensitive shell of her ear.
“Yes, princess,” Aventurine hums as she extends her arm to grab a wipe, cheerfully ignoring the disgruntled expression on Ratio’s face.
Before she wipes away the lipstick, Aventurine presses a chaste kiss to Ratio’s cheek, laughing softly at the wrinkle in Ratio’s nose.