Heartbeat Lipstick Novels & Stories

Tracy compliments. "Thanks Trace." "Try this lipstick. I swear it will look good on you." Tracy hands to me a dark red lipstick which she's also wearing. "I doubt that." I say. "Come on, we're going clubbing so put some lipstick on to brighten your dull face." I grabbed it from her hand and stared at myself in front of the mirror. I started putting it then pressed my lips together. Tracy smiles at me, "See? You look ready." I chuckled.

The trust I saw there made my chest ache with emotion – she was putting herself completely in my hands, trusting me with something precious and irreplaceable. With Deborah's beautiful blue eyes staring up at me, I moved my lips slowly towards hers and captured her lips with mine. The first contact was electric, sending shockwaves through my entire body. Her lips were impossibly soft, warmer than I'd imagined, and they tasted like strawberries and something sweeter, something that was purely her. The rose lipstick was smooth against my mouth, and I could feel her breath mixing with mine as the kiss deepened.

“Shit. Princess, I’m sorry. I should have noticed you before.” Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. “What color was that lipstick?” Leia looked at me curiously, “burgundy.” “So red?” Leia shook her head. “It’s dark red, purplish color. Like fucking wine.” “You go sleep, I’ll shower okay?” Leia yawned and nodded.

Pierce said with a bit of irritation in his tone. I took my lipstick out, planning to put some on my lips but Pierce took it from my fingers and held my chin to keep me in place. My heart started beating wide because of what he did. He gently pressed my chin down to slightly part my lips as he gently traced my lips with the lipstick. He did it very slowly and carefully while his eyes were focused on what he was doing as if a little distraction would ruin the masterpiece he was painting on my lips.

Leaning his back against the car’s seat he spread his legs wide making her curl up at the end of the seat. “Ella do you have lipstick?” Ella looked at him with a frown turning her head. Her eyes for a moment fell on Hazel’s lips and she knew why he wanted lipstick. “Yes, master I have.” She fisted her hands in anger. She didn’t even notice they were making out in the back seat. Pulling a dark red lipstick out of her bag she extended it to Cyrus who grabbed it. Hazel hesitantly held it and the shade made her sigh. She doesn’t like wearing such dark lipstick. Moving her finger she took a little amount of lipstick in it and applied it on her lips making it a lighter shade.

A small, cunning smile crossed her blazing red lips as our eyes met. I returned her smile, clutching my purse tightly. “I’m glad you could make it.” She smiled up at me as I approached the table. I chuckled slightly as I extended my hand for a handshake. “You look stunning.” She said, gripping my hand. “You don’t look bad yourself.” I scanned her with my eyes before I took my seat. All black too, mimicking my dressing, only that instead of a dark shade lipstick like mine, she had on a blazing red lipstick, the colour of fresh blood.

He swallows hard, his throat working visibly. I reach into my bag, pull out my favourite red lipstick, and uncap it with purposeful slowness. His eyes track every movement. I lean closer, twist the tube up, and drag the colour across my bottom lip in one smooth stroke. Then the top. I press my lips together, smacking them once. “You can look," I murmur, capping the tube again, "but you can't touch." He bites his lower lip so hard, it turns red. Pain flashes across his face in its unadulterated form.

When the kiss broke, Hannah felt herself melting as she leaned against his chest and tried to ease her breathing. Raising her eyes to look at him, she couldn't help the pleasant smile creeping up her face. She pressed her index finger to his lips and said coquettishly, "Mr. Winchester, did you sneakily wear my lipstick?" She had attended the banquet wearing a bold red lipstick that made her look powerful. And now, his lips were stained with the same color. It added a touch of charm to his otherwise handsome and cold face. It didn't make him look feminine. Instead, it added a bit of allure.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

Our skins were not of the same shade, but I applied some of the cream on the skin of his big cheekbone, making it less visible. He was so attractive! With a wet wipe, I cleaned the blood on his lip and chin gently, gazing at his perfect mouth. I bit my lower lip in concentration, hoping I could conceal how my actions were affecting my emotions. He was watching me with his dark blue irises, causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter their wings.