Yes Ma'am

Kisses and Pastel Smudges

Henry

I hear a groan coming from the downstairs area of our loft, so I quietly and calmly walk down the metal staircase to my girlfriend who was stationed in front of her easel.

"Are you alright Dawn?" I ask her.

She sighs. "Yeah, I'm okay." She gestures at her newest piece. "I just feel like something's missing, but I can't figure out what."

I stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on top of her head before shifting my focus to the easel.

She had used mostly pastels to create a beautiful drawing of a cherry blossom tree next to a stream of water. It was tranquil and I couldn't help but smile.

"It's beautiful, love."

"You really think so?"

"Yes, and I don't think anything's missing. You could sign it and it would sell right away."

She blinks up at me in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Dawn, you could totally sell this. It's perfect."

"Really?" She asks.

"Really." I assure. "And if it doesn't sell, I'll buy it and hang it right above our bed."

She laughs and shakes her head in slight amusement. "You're a dork, Henry Cullen." She says as she turns around in my arms.

I stick my tongue out at her playfully and she smiles as she pulls me down into a kiss, neither of us caring much about the fact that both of us were covered in colors.

"Oops," she giggles. "I totally forgot to wash my hands before I kissed you."

"I don't mind." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Not when it means that I've been marked by you."

I smirk and she sighs in exasperation. "God, you're insufferable."

I trail after her to the bathroom and watch as she washes the remaining pastel from her skin. "C'mon now darling, y'know you love me."

"What if I don't?" She asks lowly as she places a warm washcloth on my face.

"Then I'd be extremely sad." I reply in a similar tone.

She presses her lips to mine and sighs when I kiss back. "Okay, so maybe I do love you." She whispers.

"Maybe?"

"A big "maybe"."

"Now who's the insufferable one?"

"Still you." She smirks.

"Dawn Amai, shut up and kiss me."

"What's the magic word?"

She tugs at my hair right as I say "please" and it comes out as more of a squeak.

I catch her hand right before she can do it again. "What did I tell you about doing that?"

"You told me you loved it when I pulled your hair." She answers smugly.

"Insufferable." I growl lightly.

"Right back at you."

I pull her into a kiss and she practically melts into it.

"I love you, sweet elf."

"I love you too, Eos."