Ship: Alex/Masako Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: lipstick smears Word Count: 412
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Masako wears dark lipstick, bright against her mouth and pale winter skin, sometimes almost the shade of blood. She doesn’t do it often, but often enough when Alex is home (sometimes she applies it just as Alex walks in the door, smooth lines over the outlines and the fillings of her lips, top and then bottom, before she caps the lipstick and puts it back; Alex always watches, always a little bit transfixed). She always says she hates lipstick stains, smeared everywhere; she looks at a cigarette with a pink ridged ring around it in the gutter and frowns, moves away from a coffee napkin or a cup with a big smack mark on it.
She sure as hell loves to leave her lipstick smeared all over Alex, though (not that Alex has any complaints). She’ll kiss Alex’s mouth, let Alex take some for her own, leaving gosted marks all over Masako's chin, on her collar (and Masako will stay up late to take it off and leave the fabric white and unblemished all over again, as if nothing had ever happened). She kisses Alex’s neck, her collarbone, just below the neckline of her shirt, her stomach, her legs (always easy access when Alex takes off her work pants, not specifically for this purpose but working just as well). There’s a ring of purple-red around Masako’s mouth, sloppy and swollen; she looks like she’s just been kissing a hell of a lot and she knows it and God, does this make Alex want to kiss her again, sit in her lap even though she barely fits and press their bodies together.
“Easy,” Masako whispers in Alex’s ear, leaving a smear against her lobe, her temple, her forehead.
Alex has never been great at following directions, but she tries, climbing off and settling herself on the other side of the couch, peering over her glasses at Masako’s face, dishevelled bangs, the lipstick marks in patterns on her skin. Maybe seeing Alex like this does something for Masako, but the opposite is true, too. Alex leans back on the heels of her hands and whistles, and Masako smiles.
There is lipstick smeared on her teeth, probably from Alex’s mouth or maybe from biting her own lips; it’s dumb and cute as hell and Alex is done following orders for right now.
“Take me to bed,” she says, leaning forward so her head’s in Masako’s lap.
“Take yourself; you’re too damn heavy,” says Masako.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: lipstick smears
Word Count: 412
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Masako wears dark lipstick, bright against her mouth and pale winter skin, sometimes almost the shade of blood. She doesn’t do it often, but often enough when Alex is home (sometimes she applies it just as Alex walks in the door, smooth lines over the outlines and the fillings of her lips, top and then bottom, before she caps the lipstick and puts it back; Alex always watches, always a little bit transfixed). She always says she hates lipstick stains, smeared everywhere; she looks at a cigarette with a pink ridged ring around it in the gutter and frowns, moves away from a coffee napkin or a cup with a big smack mark on it.
She sure as hell loves to leave her lipstick smeared all over Alex, though (not that Alex has any complaints). She’ll kiss Alex’s mouth, let Alex take some for her own, leaving gosted marks all over Masako's chin, on her collar (and Masako will stay up late to take it off and leave the fabric white and unblemished all over again, as if nothing had ever happened). She kisses Alex’s neck, her collarbone, just below the neckline of her shirt, her stomach, her legs (always easy access when Alex takes off her work pants, not specifically for this purpose but working just as well). There’s a ring of purple-red around Masako’s mouth, sloppy and swollen; she looks like she’s just been kissing a hell of a lot and she knows it and God, does this make Alex want to kiss her again, sit in her lap even though she barely fits and press their bodies together.
“Easy,” Masako whispers in Alex’s ear, leaving a smear against her lobe, her temple, her forehead.
Alex has never been great at following directions, but she tries, climbing off and settling herself on the other side of the couch, peering over her glasses at Masako’s face, dishevelled bangs, the lipstick marks in patterns on her skin. Maybe seeing Alex like this does something for Masako, but the opposite is true, too. Alex leans back on the heels of her hands and whistles, and Masako smiles.
There is lipstick smeared on her teeth, probably from Alex’s mouth or maybe from biting her own lips; it’s dumb and cute as hell and Alex is done following orders for right now.
“Take me to bed,” she says, leaning forward so her head’s in Masako’s lap.
“Take yourself; you’re too damn heavy,” says Masako.