untitled: trixie and katya

chapter thirty nine

katyas pov

id finally did it. id been dreaming for months of the art of which was named trixie. her body spoke the most beautiful languages to me, i looked up at her still nude body and heard myself say,

"let me paint you."

"paint me?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"yes, i want to remember this moment for as long as im alive."

i titled that piece ecstasy. ecstasy because thats the only accurate explanation of how trixie made me feel. as i observed her curves my brain took an adventure to the night before.  flashbacks of her soft skin on mine, her intoxicating kiss, and the look of pure desire in her eyes.

i flicked my cigarette into the ashtray and brushed against the canvas.

"youre like a madwoman over there, when am i going to be able to see?"

"patience is a virtue," i said with a saracastic tone.

she rolled her eyes. more flashbacks.

"so how long have you been painting?"

i took the last drag of my cigarette, "i liked the idea of painting as a kid, art was just the perfect form of self expression to me."

"explain."

"well like some people enjoy working out or sports, and well those are nice of course but there are rules right? you see with art, a mistake can be turned into something beautiful, in the words of a wise man, 'there are no mistakes, just happy accidents.'"

"i never clocked you as the sentimental type."

"i dont know if i should feel offended or not."

"take it as a compliment."

i smiled, "its finished."

she got out of bed and walked over to me swaddled in the comforter.

"kat- this- wow."

i examined my painting. it was an outline of her body, each of the details a different shade of pink.

a single tear fell down her cheek.

"im so sorry trix, is it that bad-"

"no," she interrupted, "no one has ever made me feel quite this beautiful. these tears aren't ones of sadness, they are ones of pure happiness."