Smeared Lipstick and Bleeding Eyeliner
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
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Adult ++
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,128
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
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
Prologue
Druscilla was standing in front of mirror, putting on lipstick and eyeliner. Andie was standing behind her, almost laughing. "I don't know why you put that on before bed."
"I thought you liked me to have it on." Druscilla said, smirking. "Smeared lipstick, bleeding eyeliner, and all that."
"Yeah, but I have to go into school early tomorrow, so there isn't going to be any smeared lipstick." Andie teased, wrapping her arms around Druscilla's waist from behind.
"Not even a little smeared lipstick?" Druscilla pouted. Leaning over her fiance's shoulder, Andie pressed her lips to Druscilla's. It wasn't exactly smeared lipstick, but it was enough for Dru. "All right, baby. Time for bed."
Dru walked into the kitchen where, for reasons that made Andie cock an eyebrow, a pile of clothes was sitting in the sink. The older girl shimmied out of her jeans and bra, tugging a long Green Day shirt over her forehead.
"Baby, why the hell are there clothes in the sink?"
Dru shrugged. "I don't know. I think I was coming back from the laundry room and was hungry."
"You're insane." Andie said, laughing. "Bring the clothes back to the bedroom, all right? Clothes in the sink . . ."
* * *
Druscilla sighed as she hung up the phone in her office, resting her head in her hands before tugging painfully on her hair. Apparently her last article about how homophobes should spend a day as a persecuted homosexual so they would ‘shut the fuck up’ had stepped on some toes with spike heels.
Fucking hypocrites. Reading an 18+ magazine with nude pictures and porn stories and as soon as someone calls them on being a god damn fucker they--
“Druscilla?”
“Fuck. What now?” she said. She didn’t even react when she realized it was her boss in the doorway. “So what the fuck you want me to do, Aaron? Because I ain’t fucking apologizing.”
“Not going to ask you to.” he said, rolling his eyes. “Of everyone on this staff, do you really think I’d be the one to ask for a public apology.”
“Sorry.” Druscilla said, sighing. “Just . . . wound up.” Aaron was a bisexual, married to a man, and had an openly gay son who was a cross-dresser.
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” Aaron tossed a tee shirt onto Druscilla’s desk. She held it up and grinned, then made a confused face. “And who’s going to be wearing this?”
“The girls, of course. And you.”
“You want them clothed this issue?” Druscilla asked, a ‘what-the-fuck’ _expression on her face.
“Not exactly. I have underwear, too.”
“You know my fiancé will kill me if I wear a tee-shirt and panties in a spread no matter what it’s for, right?”
“Meh. We’ll put you in jeans or shorts or something. Your fiancé should learn to share.” He raised his eyebrow suggestively.
“Get the fuck outta my office, Aaron.”
“Insubordination! You’re fired!”
“Aaron, darling, you fire me at least three times a day.”
“I know. Starts to lose it’s flavor after awhile, doesn’t it?”
“It’s why I use flavored condoms, babe. Now get out. I’m making a dirty phone call.”
* * *
“No!” Andie told her cell phone, getting several stares from people on the sidewalk. “I still have two finals left today. I’m not letting you get me all wound up with phone sex so I can’t concentrate. You are not going to pose naked just because I said that. No, you aren’t. Just go to the bathroom and fix it that way. No, I will not listen. Oh, please. You do it enough without me on the phone. Quit whining and go masturbate.”
Laughing at the incredulous looks of the people surrounding her and the insanity and horniness of her fiancé, Andie headed for her next final in a much better mood than she had been before the whiny phone call.
* * *
“You’re going to get the bathroom pregnant.” Juliet said as Druscilla walked back to her office, face flushed and pulling her hair back in a ponytail.
“Well, I already gave my office an STD so I gotta do it somewhere.” the other responded, laughing.
She spent the rest of the day in a relatively professional manner, or as professional a manner any member of the staff at ‘Fuck You Then Fuck Me, Too’ could manage.
* * *
Andie was drinking water and picking at a cheeseburger from the college cafeteria at one in the afternoon. She only had one more final, then three months of freedom. Well, academic freedom. Of course, the temporary job Druscilla had gotten her at the magazine was hardly a taxing job. It mostly involved stamping boxes and telling dirty jokes. The same thing she had done for her senior year of high school and the summer between that and her freshman year of college.
* * *
“Keep them closed.” Druscilla said with her hands over Andie’s eyes. “Step, baby.” Loud music started blaring in the girls’ ears.
“Dru?!” Andie shouted over it. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Guess who’s doing a surprise concert tonight?” Druscilla shouted back.
“Green Day?” was the hopeful answer.
“Close.”
“My Chemical Romance?”
“Fucking high expectations, angel.” Druscilla pulled her hands off of Andie’s eyes. “The Matches.” she said, grinning proudly.
Andie spun around and pulled the other girl in for a kiss, literally lifting her from the ground. “I love you.”
“Yay!” Druscilla grinned, laughing at the look she received. “I love you too, dork.”
Smeared Lipstick and Bleeding Eyeliner
Prologue
Druscilla was standing in front of mirror, putting on lipstick and eyeliner. Andie was standing behind her, almost laughing. "I don't know why you put that on before bed."
"I thought you liked me to have it on." Druscilla said, smirking. "Smeared lipstick, bleeding eyeliner, and all that."
"Yeah, but I have to go into school early tomorrow, so there isn't going to be any smeared lipstick." Andie teased, wrapping her arms around Druscilla's waist from behind.
"Not even a little smeared lipstick?" Druscilla pouted. Leaning over her fiance's shoulder, Andie pressed her lips to Druscilla's. It wasn't exactly smeared lipstick, but it was enough for Dru. "All right, baby. Time for bed."
Dru walked into the kitchen where, for reasons that made Andie cock an eyebrow, a pile of clothes was sitting in the sink. The older girl shimmied out of her jeans and bra, tugging a long Green Day shirt over her forehead.
"Baby, why the hell are there clothes in the sink?"
Dru shrugged. "I don't know. I think I was coming back from the laundry room and was hungry."
"You're insane." Andie said, laughing. "Bring the clothes back to the bedroom, all right? Clothes in the sink . . ."
* * *
Druscilla sighed as she hung up the phone in her office, resting her head in her hands before tugging painfully on her hair. Apparently her last article about how homophobes should spend a day as a persecuted homosexual so they would ‘shut the fuck up’ had stepped on some toes with spike heels.
Fucking hypocrites. Reading an 18+ magazine with nude pictures and porn stories and as soon as someone calls them on being a god damn fucker they--
“Druscilla?”
“Fuck. What now?” she said. She didn’t even react when she realized it was her boss in the doorway. “So what the fuck you want me to do, Aaron? Because I ain’t fucking apologizing.”
“Not going to ask you to.” he said, rolling his eyes. “Of everyone on this staff, do you really think I’d be the one to ask for a public apology.”
“Sorry.” Druscilla said, sighing. “Just . . . wound up.” Aaron was a bisexual, married to a man, and had an openly gay son who was a cross-dresser.
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” Aaron tossed a tee shirt onto Druscilla’s desk. She held it up and grinned, then made a confused face. “And who’s going to be wearing this?”
“The girls, of course. And you.”
“You want them clothed this issue?” Druscilla asked, a ‘what-the-fuck’ _expression on her face.
“Not exactly. I have underwear, too.”
“You know my fiancé will kill me if I wear a tee-shirt and panties in a spread no matter what it’s for, right?”
“Meh. We’ll put you in jeans or shorts or something. Your fiancé should learn to share.” He raised his eyebrow suggestively.
“Get the fuck outta my office, Aaron.”
“Insubordination! You’re fired!”
“Aaron, darling, you fire me at least three times a day.”
“I know. Starts to lose it’s flavor after awhile, doesn’t it?”
“It’s why I use flavored condoms, babe. Now get out. I’m making a dirty phone call.”
* * *
“No!” Andie told her cell phone, getting several stares from people on the sidewalk. “I still have two finals left today. I’m not letting you get me all wound up with phone sex so I can’t concentrate. You are not going to pose naked just because I said that. No, you aren’t. Just go to the bathroom and fix it that way. No, I will not listen. Oh, please. You do it enough without me on the phone. Quit whining and go masturbate.”
Laughing at the incredulous looks of the people surrounding her and the insanity and horniness of her fiancé, Andie headed for her next final in a much better mood than she had been before the whiny phone call.
* * *
“You’re going to get the bathroom pregnant.” Juliet said as Druscilla walked back to her office, face flushed and pulling her hair back in a ponytail.
“Well, I already gave my office an STD so I gotta do it somewhere.” the other responded, laughing.
She spent the rest of the day in a relatively professional manner, or as professional a manner any member of the staff at ‘Fuck You Then Fuck Me, Too’ could manage.
* * *
Andie was drinking water and picking at a cheeseburger from the college cafeteria at one in the afternoon. She only had one more final, then three months of freedom. Well, academic freedom. Of course, the temporary job Druscilla had gotten her at the magazine was hardly a taxing job. It mostly involved stamping boxes and telling dirty jokes. The same thing she had done for her senior year of high school and the summer between that and her freshman year of college.
* * *
“Keep them closed.” Druscilla said with her hands over Andie’s eyes. “Step, baby.” Loud music started blaring in the girls’ ears.
“Dru?!” Andie shouted over it. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Guess who’s doing a surprise concert tonight?” Druscilla shouted back.
“Green Day?” was the hopeful answer.
“Close.”
“My Chemical Romance?”
“Fucking high expectations, angel.” Druscilla pulled her hands off of Andie’s eyes. “The Matches.” she said, grinning proudly.
Andie spun around and pulled the other girl in for a kiss, literally lifting her from the ground. “I love you.”
“Yay!” Druscilla grinned, laughing at the look she received. “I love you too, dork.”