Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

23

After an hour, Pooh suddenly stood up, stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension. He set his pencil down and walked over to Pavel, who had held his pose without complaint. "Are you tired?" Pooh asked, his voice gentle and filled with concern.

Pavel shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, I'm fine," he replied softly.

Pooh maintained eye contact with Pavel as he bent down and picked up the towel that had been discarded on the floor. "You should cover more," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he wrapped the towel around Pavel's body, the warmth of his hands lingering on Pavel's skin.

Pavel's cheeks flushed, and he almost blushed as Pooh leaned in closer. The brush of Pooh's lips against his was tentative at first, but then Pooh slowly kissed Pavel on the lips, a tender and affectionate gesture. Pavel felt his heart race as he wrapped his arms around Pooh, deepening the kiss, their connection growing more intense with each passing second.

Pooh's hands moved to gently guide Pavel toward the sketch board. He broke the kiss and turned Pavel to face the portrait that now adorned the board. Pavel's breath hitched as he took in the sight. There he was, drawn with exquisite detail, every line capturing his essence. The portrait was a reflection of him, yet it seemed to hold a depth and beauty he hadn't seen in himself.

Tears welled up in Pavel's eyes as he stared at the portrait, his heart swelling with happiness and gratitude. "T-this is so pretty, Pooh. Thank you," he said, his voice trembling with emotion as he looked at Pooh fondly.

Pooh kissed Pavel on the lips once more, then gently pulled him close, wrapping his arms around Pavel's waist. "I'm glad you like it," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection. He glanced at the portrait, then back at Pavel. "You were the perfect muse."

Pavel's tears fell freely now, but they were tears of joy. He rested his head against Pooh's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I can't believe how beautiful it is," he whispered. "You captured everything so perfectly."

Pooh kissed the top of Pavel's head, holding him tightly. "It was easy when I had such an incredible subject," he said, his voice tender and loving.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's embrace, the portrait of Pavel serving as a testament to the bond they shared. The room was filled with a profound sense of love and connection, each kiss and touch deepening the intimacy between them.