He seemed more confused by lipstick than she thought he'd be. He peered, and licked, and touched it on his own mouth. He seemed to grasp it eventually, however, and she couldn't help smiling. There was a learning curve. There was a lot of very random things he didn't know, and a lot of even more random things he did. But she could teach him. He'd figure things out, slowly but surely. And then maybe she'd figure him out, what exactly he was and why he was like this.
He purred and nuzzled at her hair, and she smiled and tilted her head up a bit to kiss his neck. She wasn't sure if that was the sort of sensation he'd like, but he'd reacted somewhat favorably to her biting before, and had enjoyed kissing her that way, so maybe he'd like it too? In any case, she liked the stain of red it left, not blood, though there might have still been some staining her, but the telltale red print of painted lips. She left a little trail across his shoulder, kisses and little bites, wondering how far down his body she could get before she ran out of lipstick. All the way down, perhaps?
He wasn't even randy yet, that she could tell, and look at her. She had to roll her eyes at her own behavior. But she liked the kissing, and the cuddling, and the security of his wings around her. A little relieved thrill of still being alive was settling in, as well, and she realized she felt safe.
How ridiculous.
Sitting alone in a dark room surrounded by rats, she hadn't felt safe. She'd felt like anything could come swooping in. But now that he was here, she felt safe?
There was no accounting for taste, she supposed.