gxntleman:

“— With the things you do with your mouth, you
 can’t even  bring  up  the  word  classy,  babe.”
 Herbert was  smirking,  his hand resting on his
 lover’s jaw as his  thumb  smudged the lipstick
 from Jeanie’s lips, all the way across his cheek.

”–Oi,“  Jeanette let out, though Herbie’s remarks
and  the  smear of red lipstick were anything  but
an annoyance.  Jeanie would have attempted  to
wipe  it off with one hand,  but couldn’t care  less
and instead there came only a low snicker. "You
cheeky bastard, I’ll show you classy.”

gxntleman:

“I’m not your mum, I look out for you more
 than she does.” Obscenely, Herbie wiped
 the  area  Jeanie  had kissed,  ”— Behave
 with that, right,  I  don’t want your fucking
 lipstick  on  my  face.”   He really didn’t, it 
 was pretty tough to get off skin especially
 when it  was bright,  ”Oi —  c’mere a sec,” 
 There was a shifty glance, then the older
 man pulled his lover  into a nearby alley-
 way, pressing his lips to those lovely red
 ones.

Behave– that word just elicited a mischievous grin,
because behaving was clearly not Jeanie’s strong
suit.   Herbie wiping the crimson off his cheek just
made the idea of peppering his face in red lipstick
smudges all the more tempting.  Instead,  Jeanie
just  stepped back into  the  alleyway and loosely
slung one arm over his shoulder as lips met, the
other  hand pressed gently  to  his chest  as  the
younger  of  the two pulled away  a  little  with  a
snicker. ”–Right classy.“ Not that Jeanie could talk.

gxntleman:

“Just a bit,” Herbie  repeated  as he  came
 to a stop, “How  many  times  have  I  told
 you, babe;  just bring  a flipping jacket,  I’ll
 carry it.” Though  while  he’s  lecturing  his
 girlfriend   about   taking   responsibility,
 Herbert is shrugging off his rather tattered,
 studded  leather  jacket  and  laying it over
 his lover’s shoulders, “We’ll go home soon,
 get you warmed through.”

“You my mum now or something?” Herbert’s girlfriend
retorted,  but  it  was  lighthearted and  with  that  awful
smirk. Jeanie probably should have felt just slightly bad
that  Herbie was willing to hand over his jacket,  though
sure as hell wasn’t about to  complain,  because it  was
nice and warm and heavy with studs and patches and
it smelled good, like home and stale rollie smoke. Still,
the closest thing to any proper thanks the other received
with that was  a sloppy smooch on the  cheek. "–You’re
good to me, you know.“

gxntleman:

gxntleman:

ladyliike | v; pretty vacant

“— I bet you’re fucking  cold,  aren’t  you?” With
 pursed lips,  Herbie  glanced  over to his lover,
 already expecting  to  have  to take his leather
 jacket off and drape it over Jeanie’s shoulders.
 Not that he really minded, he’d rather be cold
 himself than have his girlfriend whining at him
 for the entire time they were out.

“Nah, I’m fine,” quickly came the reply, but it
definitely wasn’t the truth. Jeanie was bloody
freezing and it was obvious because that skirt
was far too short and there was no hiding the
goosebumps under ripped fishnets. There was
a short pause, a hand brought momentarily to
the nape of the neck and a coyly sheepish sort
of smirk, and finally Jeanie added: “–Alright,
yeah.” A shrug. “Just a bit.”