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He stopped at the door to the bathroom, to turn and look at her, sleeping. "She still has that smile!", he thought, a bit annoyed. He stepped in front of the medicine cabinet mirror, and studied his handsome face. As he looked into his own eyes, he remembered that look on her face, and wondered if he'd ever be able to forget it. A tumble of amazement, adoration, and, though he hated to admit it, lust, had adorned her beautiful face throughout the whole show the night before. He had turned to look at those seated around him, and found that most of the women, of all ages and sizes, seemed just as entranced by the guy on stage. "So WHAT was the deal with him?", he wondered out loud, as he rubbed the stubble on his face, and grimaced at the scratchiness. He decided to shave, because he knew she loved when he was smooth and soft. He loved how MUCH she loved that.

When he was done, he laughed at the thought that came into his head. He quietly opened up her side of the cabinet, where she kept her latest favorite makeup. He saw that big eyeliner pencil that she so expertly used, and picked it up. Carefully, he drew a line as close to his upper and lower lashes as he could, then did the same to the other eye. "Not bad." he thought, as he saw how the indigo seemed to reflect into his own blue eyes, making them stand out more. He took her mascara, tried to put it on his lashes, poked his eye, and decided against that. He saw the shimmery blue eyeshadow, and clumsily put some on his eyelids. "At least that won't BLIND me!" he thought, and looked around for the next thing. He grabbed one of the lipsticks, and took the cover off...how did this go? He turned the bottom, and the lipstick emerged, a pretty dark pink that he recognized, because he loved the way it looked on her lips. He traced his mouth with the lipstick, and did it a second time, to make it more even. He put the makeup away, then stepped back to look at the result. It needed something else, something with the hair. He turned the water on, picked up some with his hands, and ran it through his hair, making it stick up at the top. Now the look was complete. A noise startled him, and he turned to see the door opening.

"Honey? Are you ok?" His wife peeked in, worry shadowing her face. When her eyes met his in the mirror, they opened wider than he'd ever seen before.

"I...I...well...uh, it's funny..." he stammered, no words that could possibly make sense would come to him. He looked at her, ashamed, but was completely surprised by the look that was now in her eyes. Was it shock? Amusement? As he blinked and laughed uncomfortably, she took his hands in hers, and while staring into his eyes, led him back out of the bathroom, pulling him to their bed.

She woke up, startled by the intensity of her excitement, but then realized that they were both in bed, her husband still asleep next to her. She giggled at the thought of him actually wanting to try on her makeup. What a crazy dream! She sighed, and cuddled next to him, drifting back into sleep.

The chirping of the birds outside woke him up, like it did every morning, and he grumbled something at them as he got up to go to the bathroom. At the door, he turned to look at his wife, like he did every morning, and saw her sleeping peacefully, that cute smile still on her lips. He blinked at the sight, something so familiar about it. In the bathroom he decided he would shave, and as he arranged his shaver on the counter, he moved her makeup bag, the contents spilling out. He caught the eyeliner right before it rolled off the edge. He looked at it, and laughed at the thought that came into his head...