It was a running joke between your friends that his lips were always a shade darker than before he had spent time with you, and that yours had mysteriously become lighter. It wasn’t as if you tried to rub your lipstick off on his face -it’s not exactly the cheapest- and then spend time with your friends. His lips just always looked so damn tempting, and sometimes you had to fight silently with yourself to keep from pulling his face down towards yours and snogging him until both of you were out of air; most of the time you lost that fight.
Your signature red lips had caught the attention of many at Hogwarts, the vibrant color standing out against your dark uniform. Perhaps it was the Gryffindor in you that wanted to make a statement, be different from the other students and show that you weren’t afraid to do whatever you pleased.
Your relationship with him had gone public after he made his way into the common room -five minutes after you, of course- with red lipstick smeared on his lips and the collar of his shirt. Everyone had been hooting and hollering at the both of you; you laughed it off, allowing him to grab on tightly to your hand and breathe deeply so he wouldn’t double over in embarrassment. He had never liked the attention from other students, and you had seen the anxiousness build in him.
“Where’s the red, Y/L/N?” James called out with a smirk as you entered the boy’s room one morning before classes began. “I’m sure Moony is going to miss his lips being colored by yours!”
Remus watched you carefully, his glasses slipping down his nose as he tried to piece together why you weren’t wearing the lipstick.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He whispered quietly in your ear as he tenderly wrapped his arms around you. You looked up into his concerned eyes and inhaled his familiar, almost honey like scent before shaking your head.
“Nothing, Rem, why?” You asked.
“I know you’re lying, love,” he told you with a small frown. “Let’s head to class and you can tell me the truth, yeah?”
You nodded and allowed him to lead you out of the room. He told you to ignore James, Sirius, and Peter, who were all making jokes about what you and Remus were going to do. James shouted out a particularly crude comment and Remus whipped around to glare at him.
“Rem, let’s go, alright?” You pleaded softly. “He didn’t mean it, you know how he is.”
He grudgingly let you pull him out of the room, his arm hooked around your waist so he could keep you close. Before you could get too far down a corridor, Remus quickly ushered you onto a small supply closet. His lips pressed against yours as soon as the door closed, a squeal escaping your lips as he pushed you back against the door.
“R-Remus, what are you doing?“ You gasped out as his lips began to trail down your neck.
“What’s this?” He questioned as his hands found something tucked into the side of your skirt. He pulled it out, backing away and squinting his eyes at the object in his hands. “Is this your lipstick?”
“If I can’t have it on, then I should be able to have it with me,” you explained.
“Who said you can’t wear it?” He asked lowly. His chest bubbled with protectiveness towards you; if anyone was bothering you about your choices, he would make sure that they were never even in the same room as you again. “Y/N, you love wearing this, I bloody love when you wear it!”
“You’re not embarrassed when I get it all over you?” You meekly questioned. You looked down, not wanting to know if he was angered by the lipstick.
“Baby, I would never be embarrassed,” he reassured you. Remus stepped forward before he nudged the lipstick into your hands. “I love that everyone knows I’m yours. I would it on you myself, but we both know how that would go.”
“I love you,” you murmured, moving to press your lips to his. Both of you smiled into the kiss before you pulled away and uncapped the lipstick. “I trust you to put it on me, Rem.”
“Alright, but you asked for it, love.”
James and Sirius looked up to the doorway of the classroom as they watched Remus clumsily stumble into the room a few minutes after class had started. Lipstick was smeared across his lips, and red prints of a set of lips up his neck.
“You and Y/N have a nice time?” Sirius snickered as Remus plopped down at the table beside them.
“Absolutely brilliant, can you tell?” Remus shot back with a lopsided smile. Sirius chuckled and gave his friend a wink.
“Mr. Lupin,” the professor called out as she took note of him talking with Sirius. “Perhaps you should tell Miss. Y/L/N to not make you late to class? And perhaps mention that she should make sure that her… signs of affection aren’t as obvious next time.”
Remus felt his face flush at the professor’s words, but he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. If loving you and being loved by you meant having lipstick marks all over his body, Remus knew he would willingly take it all just to have you in his life.
“Happy Birthday, Parker.” you whispered from behind Peter’s ear, causing him to turn around from his school locker to face you with a radiant smile. You rose onto your toes to leave a red-lipstick print on his cheek, soon satisfied with his giggles.
You brought the bouquet of lavish roses that were hidden from behind your back. “These are for you, birthday boy.”
Peter reached for the bouquet in your hands and brought it to his face, the heavy fragrant scent filling his nostrils.