Smeared Lipstick and Bleeding Eyeliner

Disclaimer: All characters are my property and cannot be reused. The character Andie is loosely based on my girlfriend and is used with her permission.

Smeared Lipstick and Bleeding Eyeliner
Chapter One: Crimson-Purple Lips

“So who are you cheating on her with?” Aaron asked as he stepped into Druscilla’s office.

She looked at him confused. “Wha’? Who? Huh?” He tapped the box that held two pregnancy tests on the corner of her desk. Rolling her hazel eyes, the girl shoved them into a drawer. “I’m not cheating on her. I just keep taking tests hoping some guy accidentally jerked off onto a toilet seat in the girl’s restroom for kinky perverted reasons.” When Aaron cocked an eyebrow, she sighed. “Andie has a year or two of school left. We decided we wouldn’t have a baby until after she got out of school and after she’d been working for a year.”

“So get pregnant after she graduates college.” Aaron said. “She’ll be working by the time the monster pops out.”

“Not quite that easy.” Druscilla said, opening a file on her computer. “I need her eggs to have the so-called ‘monster’. And she doesn’t exactly keep them in a carton in the fridge with the milk and butter.”

“Well, I doubt you’ll get pregnant from someone jerking off on the toilet seat.” her boss said, turning to leave the room. “Gonorrhea maybe.”

Druscilla nodded distantly.

* * *

“Annelise!” Aaron said in a booming voice as he walked into the room where the brunette girl worked with two not-so-brunette, not-so-female others.

“Andie.” the only brunette in the room said, stamping another box and shoving it to the end of the table. “It’s always Andie, Aaron.”

“Except with me.” The girl rolled her eyes at that, staring at her boss with a slightly amused _expression when he sat down in the chair in front of her. Lowering his voice, he leaned across the table. “When did you and Druscilla decide to have the baby?”

Andie’s _expression turned into one of confusion within seconds. “What? We didn’t.” She shook her head. “Not yet. A few years.”

“Oh.” Aaron pulled away, looking as though he had said something he shouldn’t. Which, in reality he had, but he’d played it up in a completely other direction.

“Aaron . . .”

“I said nothing.” he maintained as he walked out of the room.

* * *

“Just tell me what he told you and I’ll point out everything he said backwards so he could laugh at it and tease me later.” Druscilla snapped when Andie continued to stare at her, arms crossed.

“He thought we were having a baby.” Andie said. “And when I said we weren’t he looked exactly like you do when you accidentally let something slip, like a birthday present or a date. Only this wasn’t a good slip.”

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Druscilla sunk down in her office chair and tossed the pregnancy test box onto the desk in front of her. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” she muttered as Andie picked up the box and read the front of it.

“Why would you need a pregnancy test?” she asked, infidelity never crossing her mind.

“Extremely unrealistic wishful thinking.” Druscilla said, holding her hand out for the box. “Just me being crazy, Andie.” She reached out her hands and her fiancé took them in hers. “So go back to work, forget about it, slap Aaron for me if you see him, and we’ll talk about this at home.”

The both leaned in for the kiss, Andie releasing the artificial blonde’s hands and walking for the door. “I love you, Dru.”

“I love you, too, angel.”

* * *

“Asshole.” Druscilla said the next time she saw her boss. “Get my fiancé storming in here from the mail room wondering what the hell you’re on about and then I have to throw a box of pregnancy tests at her, which I don’t even know if she’s seen one before, and—“ Her eyebrows furrowed as she lost her train of that. “Asshole.”

“Very nice, Dru.” he said, rolling his eyes. “Trista has to interview Devil’s Coal in about half an hour though, so if you could do your job for a minute and give her the transcript you wrote out.” But he laughed as he turned, causing his political reporter and part-time photographer to stick her tongue out.

When he opened the door to leave he nearly collided with Andie, who had an extremely thin stack of papers in her hand, most of which looked blank. “Makeshift secretary?” he asked her, with a wink.

“That’d be me.” Druscilla said, beckoning her fiancé in with a finger.

“I’m supposed to slap you.” Andie said in a bratty tone as she slipped past Aaron. She giggled when he reached out and tugged at her hair.

“Don’t even think about it, Annelise. I’d fire you.”

“And rehire you two minutes later.” Druscilla added.

“Quit corrupting the youth.” Aaron said, scoffing, hands on his hips.

“I think you have to worry about her corrupting me.” Druscilla said, pulling Andie into her lap, which looked extremely odd considering the latter was eight inches taller.

After the door shut, Andie leaned forward and kissed the other girl. “You want a baby, don’t you?”

Druscilla smirked. “Well, why don’t we make one?”

“Do you ever work?” Andie complained, rubbing her back when she was unceremoniously pushed onto the floor.

“Oh, right.” Druscilla turned to her computer, opened a file and hit print. It would print, but to the secretary outside who would roll her eyes and take the file down to Trista.

“Don’t I need to work?” Andie asked, only doing so because she still hurt from when her fiancé had knocked her off the chair.

“Three weeks until delivery date, baby. Underground magazines don’t require too much mailing.” Druscilla said, hovering over her fiancé before pressing their lips together.

“Don’t think so.” Andie said. In what seemed like less than an instant she had Druscilla on her back, legs held flat on the ground under hers. Then the pale wrists were pinned to the ground. “Whatever will I do with you, Miss Ryan?”

“If you don’t figure it out within twenty seconds, I’m stabbing you to death with my high heels.” the pinned girl said, trying to grind her hips upward.

“Homicidal freak.” Andie muttered before pressing her lips against Druscilla’s neck, teeth nipping at the skin before traveling down to the low-cut neckline of her lover’s shirt. She let go of Druscilla’s wrists and sat up, legs still pinning her fiancé’s to the ground. “Get it off.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Druscilla tugged the black shirt over her head, pale breasts immediately exposed. She never wore a bra and today was no exception.

“Touch.”

“Fucking tease.”

“You know you love it. Now, touch.” When Druscilla didn’t move, teasing defiance in her eyes, Andie’s lips pressed to her fiancé’s ear whispering the few French sentences she could string together. Despite the lack of sexuality in any of the murmurings, Druscilla’s moans would have suggested otherwise.

Hooking her legs around Andie, Dru’s arms came up around her girlfriend’s neck. Crimson-purple lips pressed to Andie’s neck seemed to overthrow the need for control. Andie hissed softly, letting Druscilla’s teeth lightly scrape across the delicate flesh exposed under the other girl’s dark hair.

Andie’s fingers played lightly on the side of Druscilla’s stomach, fingers moving to the button on her faded denim jeans as Druscilla’s slipped into the back pockets of hers.

It was surprisingly sensual for taking place on the thin carpet in Druscilla’s unlocked office. Jeans were gently tugged off before Druscilla slowly pulled Andie’s shirt over her head, pale arms reaching around to unclasp the light blue bra.

Head dipping down, Druscilla’s painted lips slowly parted to press against the other girl’s breasts, lightly kissing the splay of freckles she’d always found incredibly cute and incredibly arousing at the same time. Teeth slightly exposed, white teeth softly bit at already hardening nipples.

Unable to resist, Andie’s hand pulled Druscilla’s head back the hair, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. Quickly enough to accidentally scratch Druscilla’s abdomen with a ragged nail, two of Andie’s fingers pressed deep into her fiancé, pumping in and out in no real rhythm. Moaning, Druscilla bucked against them. The words she murmured were unintelligible as Andie’s thumb quickly stroked over her clit.

Feeling her stomach clench, Druscilla surprisingly grasped Andie’s wrist and bodily removed the fingers from her. “I want to fuck you.” she hissed, inwardly smirking as her fiancé’s brown eyes widened slightly. It wasn’t something the two girls did often as they were usually home when they had sex where access to their ‘toy box’ was nearby.

Andie’s leg fell between both of Dru’s. There was grinding and thrusting, both of them wet from excitement. There was lust in both their eyes, but overly shadowed by love. Both were cursing, murmuring the other’s name.

Druscilla came first, biting hard on her lip. Years of masturbating in secret had left her with a habit of not making noises during her climax no matter how much Andie said she liked to hear her voice.

Andie barely realized she was on her back before she felt Dru’s lips on her, tongue flicking across her clit. The moans only made the no longer purple mouth smirk. Fingers that had been inside the girl now between her legs on moments ago threaded through Druscilla’s hair as Andie felt her heart drop into her stomach.

“D-Dru?” She didn’t receive any response except for a hand gently running across her arm. “Dru? Oh God!” Trying to remember that everyone outside the office would hear her if she yelled, Andie bodily pulled Druscilla up by her hair. The hard kiss swallowed Andie’s scream.

Fifteen minutes later, Druscilla was whining to anyone who would listen that she was going to go bald if Andie kept yanking on her artificial blonde locks.

Andie, meanwhile, was clearly glowing from sex in the mail room where the two guys at the other table were practically feeding off it . . . and each other.

It was at home that night when eight words from Andie were more surreal than the sex that had occurred earlier that day. “Dru, I’m switching to a two-year program.”

Tears fell out of the older girl’s hazel eyes.