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Carson was elated that Greta decided to take her on a date on their night off. Although she couldn’t show her excitement in front of the other girls, she was buzzing. Greta noticed her legs bouncing when she sat or her giddy shuffling around the dugout. She was excited to be taking Carson out. She surprised herself when she finally came around to ask Carson on a date. It had been lingering in the back of her mind, but safely tucked away where it would just be a fantasy.
Practice earlier in the day was normal. After the usual drills and batting and fielding practice, the Peaches made their way home for a relaxing evening. Most of the girls decided to go out for dinner. Lucky for Carson, Shirley had gone out with Maybelle, Ana, and Jo.
Carson took her time cleaning up. She took a refreshingly cool shower to wash off the dirt caked into her skin from the sweat drying under the intense blaze of the sun. She walked back into the privacy of her bedroom to get ready for her date.
A green and blue floral dress was laid across Carson’s bed. She picked it up and admired the details: the placement of the dainty bluebells, the small gold buttons on the cuff of the sleeves, the surprisingly lightweight layers. She spent so much of her own time in town picking out the perfect dress to impress Greta, although she really didn’t need impressing. Carson put the dress on and tightened the included belt around her waist. She fluffed out the skirt as she took a seat at her small vanity.
Carson sat down on the small cushioned bench and took a makeup bag out of one of the drawers at the vanity in front of her. She took a long look at herself in the mirror. She was glowing at the excitement of going out with Greta. She hadn’t seen herself so refreshingly happy in years.
Carson unzipped the top zipper to her makeup pouch. She spilled the contents out onto the vanity, although there wasn’t much to dump out. She opened a pan cake and grabbed a large brush to apply the product to her face. She wasn’t even sure if the color matched since she had gotten it years ago.
Next, Carson pulled out an eyeshadow palette. She surveyed the four colors: a peachy nude, a mauve, a light brown, and an ashy gray. She decided to go with the peach tone, as it was the brightest of the bunch. She wasn’t really sure where to put it on her eyes, but she dipped a medium sized brush in the pan and spread the eyeshadow across her eyelids. She put the brush down and opened a tube of lipstick. I look like a clown, Carson sighed, before wiping the lipstick off on the back of her hand.
At that moment, Greta quietly opened the door to check on Carson. She popped her head in first, but upon seeing Carson frustrated, her body followed her head into the room. She closed the door and walked over to Carson and stood behind her, looking down at her through the vanity mirror. She wrapped her arms around Carson and let her hands rest by her collarbone. Carson made eye contact with Greta as she lifted a hand up to hold one of Greta’s. She squeezed it hard for a moment before loosening her grip.
“You’re doing your makeup?” Greta asked, surprised. Carson wasn’t really the type of woman to get dolled up, even for a date.
“Um, yeah. Yeah. Well, trying to,” Carson replied. She glanced down and smirked, “But clearly I’m not very good.”
“I see that,” Greta chuckled. Then, her eyes widened.
“Can I do your makeup for you?” She asked.
Carson blushed, but let out a soft, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
Greta took a step back and heaved Carson around in her chair to face her. She took a good look at Carson before deciding where to start.
“Well, your eyeshadow isn’t- It isn’t atrocious,” Greta stated, taking the eyeshadow palette from the vanity.
“That’s a low bar,” Carson protested.
“ Sh. Shut up and let me work,” Greta softly teased, taking note of Carson’s face flushing. Greta took her time talking, knowing Carson would listen.
“You look cute in your dress,” She added. Carson was on fire. She was trying to look into Greta’s eyes, but Greta purposefully kept her eyes glued to Carson’s cheeks, where she was applying a bit of rouge. “And you know, you really don’t need to do anything extra for me.”
Carson’s eyes widened. Greta arched her back to get a better look at Carson’s whole face. The last spot she looked was into Carson’s eyes. Greta gave her a reassuring smile as she rested a hand on her knee. Carson got incredibly flustered, and started talking Greta’s ear off.
“Thanks for doing this. I mean, you can do it a lot better than I can. Charlie doesn’t really care if I wear makeup. Not- not that he doesn’t like me being girly—he does. But I guess it’s because we’ve been best friends since we were six years old. But this isn’t about Charlie. Sorry for bringing him up. I- I wasn’t-”
“ Shut up and kiss me ,” Greta instructed, cutting her off.
Greta was already leaning in when Carson’s lips came crashing onto her own. Greta put her hands on Carson's hips and leaned back, lifting her off the stool. Greta stepped backwards and guided Carson to the bed. She twisted her body to lay Carson on her bed. Carson scooched further onto the bed to make room for Greta to be comfortable on top of her. She moved one of her hands from Greta’s neck down to her waist and let the other one go further back to fist Greta’s hair when she came in closer. Greta moved from Carson’s lips to her neck, kissing across her jawline on her way down.
“We should go,” Greta whispered as she came up for air. “I don’t want to get back too late.”
Carson pouted and slumped over. Greta stepped backwards off the bed and tugged Carson’s arm to lift her up. She let her fingers linger in Carson’s hand for a moment. She twirled Carson around once and gave her a quick kiss on both cheeks and the tip of her nose before grabbing the door handle and leading Carson out of the room.
“Oh, wait.” Greta stopped Carson right after she exited. She moved a hand to Carson’s face and wiped her smudged lipstick off Carson’s mouth and neck. “Just left a little something behind.”
Carson blushed and grabbed Greta’s hand as she was sliding it off her neck. She gave it a small squeeze and let Greta lead her down the stairs and off on their date.