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if people asked what i loved most i would give two answers; my husband and painting. i loved painting what i dreamed; what i felt and thought about, onto canvas. i currently sat on my stool facing my canvas as i thought about what i would paint today. a lightbulb went off in my head.
i got up from my chair, and made my way over to the love of my life. pedro was in his office, facing away from me, doing something. i walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his whole being. "can i ask you to do something for me?" i asked him, sweetly. he turned around with a small smile on his face.
"depends." he smirked. i playfully slapped his chest and giggled. "will you let me paint you?" i asked, with my biggest puppy dog eyes.
"as long as i get to be naked." he said.
"half naked and we have a deal." we shook hands and made our way to my workspace.
*time skip*
i sat at my canvas again, with pedro just diagonal of me. sure enough, he was almost completely naked. he was only wearing his boxers. "how do you want me?"
"pose like GQ labeled you sexiest man alive." he instantly posed with his knees apart (like the picture above.) i giggled. "perfect, darling." i said. i got to work right away. i used many colors; i've never been one to use realistic colors.
"make sure to get my good side." he smirked at me. i couldn't help but blush a little bit. "be quite, you're distracting me." i giggled at him. he smiled at me.
almost 2 hours later, and the painting was just about finished. "thank the good lord above. my knees were starting to cramp." he held his hands up in a mock prayer as he got up. "should've known better."
he came up behind, and was silent as i finished. "do you like it?" i asked him. he beamed down at me. "this is the greatest painting i've ever seen in my life. this should be hung up right where everyone can see it." he stated.
"you really think so?"
"yes of course. you're so talented." he brushed my hair with his hands. i tilted my head up and he kissed me passionately. "you look so sexy in just your boxers." i stated.
" i look better with them off." he smirked at me.
"i think i need to see that for myself." i smirked back. he picked me up and carried me up the stairs. "i should ask to paint him more often." i thought as he laid me on the bed.
