Dressing for Our Date Night
For @lukanettejune 's Day 8 prompt: Cosmetics.
Also inspired by this dress for this fic. Enjoy yall!
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She opened the door to their room and rubbed her hair with the towel, the steam escaping into the cooler room.
It was date night and Marinette was excited!
With their lives being hectic, between Saving Paris and her internship as well as his own job and just starting his music career, they had little time for dates.
They already celebrated with Kitty Section the signing of their first deal with RollingStone Music Inc.
Now it was their turn to do some celebrating. She was very proud of her boyfriend, she's always known he'd go far with his music.
She could hear the sounds of said boyfriend playing his guitar and the squabbling of the kwamis through the thin walls of their apartment. Tikki was scolding Sass again about something, their dynamic was an odd one. Sass the leader of the Kwamis was always doing something to frustrate Tikki, but Tikki was always giggling so it never came off like she was truly mad.
Shaking her head, Marinette placed the towel on her head and moved her way to their closet to pick out her outfit for tonight, her fluffy bathrobe tight around her.
She pressed her lips together as she went through her options. Everything wasn't right!
Her fingers went slower, running over different fabrics. Cotton, polyester, satin, tulle, lace with colors ranging with every color of pink, black, blue, green, red. There was also the occasional white and her jeans were folded into her drawers.
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, her mind going through the contents of her cosmetics bag on her side of the dresser, as she went through each item.
"You could wear that new dress you designed for Rose's birthday next month. She'll never know I got to see it on you first," her boyfriend said quietly.
She squeaked and jumped cletching her bathrobe tightly at the neck.
He was too quiet sometimes, and she glared at him as she saw his shoulders shake as he laughed at her.
She clicked her tongue, but thought about what he said. There was that dress she was inspired to create a while back, it was white with cherries over it. She was hoping to wear it to Rose's twenty-third birthday next month, but...
Maybe? It wouldn't hurt to wear it tonight.
She moved passed her boyfriend, standing on tip toe to kiss his cheek as she went into the other room where she kept any new outfits she made but hadn't added to her wardrobe just yet.
There still on the mannequin, the new dress Luka had remembered.
It would go perfectly with the cosmetics she had. Though Marinette barely ever used makeup, except for eyeshadow and lipgloss for work, at least she knew the basics and had no problem looking something up on the internet or asking one of her girlfriends. Luka was also good at makeup, but she never wanted to ask him, because she felt it cheating since she liked surprising him with getting dressed up for him.
She carefully removed the dress, and brought it draped over her arm, back to their room. Luka laying on the bed in black jeans and a blue shirt, the shirt reminding her of the overnight trip to the sea they took last summer to give her a break from Paris' Hawkmoth problem. They had the Kwamis just in case they needed to get back, though Chat was still in the city plus Reshell and Vulpes were now more permanent members to lighten their load.
She smiled faintly at the image of her boyfriend sprawled out like a starfish atop their black with pink cherry blossoms duvet. She went through her cosmetics bag and grabbed the necessary items as well as her brush, going back into the bathroom to change. She didn't want Luka to see until she was perfect.
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Liquid eyeliner is the worst invention, Marinette thought acidly as she tried for the fifth time to get the wing on her left eye to match her right.
Her hair was pulled into a bun, with loose tendrils tickling the back of her neck. Her dress with its Queen Anne neckline fit comfortably, as it brushed her just above her knees. Her foundation hid her freckles, and her red lipstick matched the cherries on her dress almost to the exact shade. Her soft brown eyeshadow with a hint of gold made her eyes pop, there was a hint of perfume at her pulse points, and all she wanted to do was get the eyeliner right and they could go!
She slammed down the tool as it still wasn't perfect and it just—
She growled and picked up the tool once more and carefully went through the motions of applying the eyeliner to a point next to the corner of her eye.
Pulling the tip away, she moved her head back and forth looking at both wings and sighed with a pout. Still not perfect.
It'll have to do. I don't want to make us late, she thought sadly while adding a bit of eyeliner to her right eye to have the same thickness as her left.
She capped the tool and nodded to her reflection.
Gathering her things she peeked into their room and Luka wasn't anywhere in sight.
She quietly replaced only the eyeliner and set her brush next to her bag. The rest she placed in the tiny clutch she was bringing along. She placed on her scrappy red heels from her closet, and a grabbed her tiny white jacket for her arms.
"Wow," she twirled on her toes and opened her mouth to scold him, she wanted to be finished before showing herself off to him.
Except the breath caught in her throat at the look he was giving her. It was one of her favorite looks.
His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape, and he looked like a little nudge from one of the Kwamis could blow him over.
Tikki and Sass snickered behind Luka, and Sass did nudge him after a minute of them just staring at one another.
Luka came close to her, and she tilted her head back as he was still taller than her even with her heels, though it was less so now that when she was barefooted. She wasn't very tall, while he was tall, dark and handsome.
He pressed himself to her and leaned very close as if wanting to kiss her.
"You look amazing, Marinette," he told her, the tone achingly familiar. It was lower than his normal voice, one he used in a different circumstance, her eyes even drifted briefly to the bed for a second before looking into his blue eyes.
"We'll be late," she said, both of them looking forward all week to tonight.
He looked at her red lips and then back to her eyes, their color darker then they were a second ago.
"I could eat you if you wanted, dinner doesn't have to be food," he told her, his intentions clear.
She felt her cheeks warm and her breathing stopped, her heart picked up speed and she was tempted. So very tempted.
She pushed him away, reluctantly. "I want to eat food, and maybe we could come home for our desert instead," she wasn't saying no to what he offered, but she was saying later.
Patience
His lopsided grin did funny things to her heart.
"As my melody commands," he winked at her and she was sure her cheeks were as red as her lipstick.
Still they didn't move, even though she knew that they needed to go.
Maybe one kiss couldn't hurt, she thought as she pulled Luka closer by his shirt and he grinned as their lips met.
They missed their reservation, but to them it was definitely worth it.
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