I giggled at the sensation across my back.
"Stop." Aaron chuckled leaning closer in concentration.
"It tickles."
"You asked me." He reminded me as I let out another chorus of giggled into my arms.
"I-I know." I replied calming myself. "I wanted to spend time with you and this is how you relax."
"So we turn this beautiful body of yours into my own personal canvas." He finished dipping the paintbrush into water and changing the colour.
"Yup."
I relaxed my body a little more trying to get used to the brush strokes against my skin, but each time he placed a little more paint on my back, I couldn't help giggle at its coldness.
"What are you painting?" I asked him curiously feeling the twists of his brush and the occasional dab of the sponge.
"I'm painting us, on you."
I smiled "Then I can't wait for the final piece. My own Craig Tracy."
Since coming back from the lockdown, Aaron had been quiet, locking himself away in what I called his studio and painting what he felt and saw in his sleep. I knew each dream was in fact a nightmare as countless times I had to gently wake him from his consistent thrashing and occasional shouts for help.
However today I decided to sneak in before he could enclose himself into the colourful pit and after some convincing, I was laid on the floor topless and waiting for him to paint.
"I'm done." Aaron informed me, climbing off my back to admire his work. I got up carefully and walked to the mirror to take a look.
I paused to look at his time dedicated in the painting he had done on my skin. The majority of it being dark and twisting whilst in the centre brighter colours were depicted to be growing out, bringing light to the darkness.
"It's beautiful." I whispered.
"You're bringing me into the light after so many years lost in the dark." He replied kissing my forehead gently.
"Can you take a photo?" I asked him wanting to keep this moment.
"I can do better than that.."
****
I sat up slightly, straightening out my back, I looked over my shoulder at Aaron whilst he set up the camera and it's lighting.
"You good?" He asked as I sat in front of a black backdrop.
"Yep."
"Cool, now I'll tweak this." He spoke coming over to position my hair and lift my chin gently. "You're so gorgeous." He whispered causing my lips to pull a smile.
"And here we go." Aaron replied standing behind the camera as he started snapping pictures.
After Aaron had his fill on me being his live model, I got up and fiddled with the camera. Undoing my jeans, I tossed them aside showing off black lace panties.
Once happy, I moved back in front of it and grabbed the scruff of his shirt pulling him into me.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
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