When She Comes

Chapter 2 - Are You The One?

It was like a fever consumed Sabine as she fought to swallow the bite of eggs in her mouth. Clive had been bugging to paint or sketch her ever since they met, she didn't envision their first time to be without clothes, or it ever to be without clothes.

Plus even though he was asking, she knew that from time to time he sketched her while they were both working in the studio. Private, is how she would describe him about his work. There were only certain pieces he'd allow her to see through the years, she respected that. What work he permitted was spectacular.

When they met at Moose and Sadie's, it was evident that they noticed how good looking the other was...and for Sabine it was apparent when they were talking and Clive walked smack dab into a parking meter outside of the cafe. Luckily for him he wasn't hurt too badly, mostly his pride, and she found it adorable.

Over the last three years, the way Clive sometimes looked at her didn't go unnoticed.Their eyes sometimes did a dance with one another, a series of virtual balletic steps of smooth stolen peeks and glances combined with fluid, well controlled touches that were just a bit too long to define them as only friends.

Several of their friends in the art community even noticed and would blatantly ask if they were together, and when each of them protested, friends would encourage them since there was always a rhythm to their relationship. They were well choreographed, it's just a part of who they are...together.

Clive notices everything about Sabine, thoughtful to compliment her hair, clothes and beauty. Whenever she has a date, he asks how it went. If he's there before she goes he always mentions how she doesn't need makeup...he says it hides her natural beauty.

To give an example of this, about a month ago, Sabine had a date. Clive knew about it and purposefully worked late to see her in a dress he dubbed, "VA VA VOOM," after a gander of it on the hanger.

When she entered ready for her date with a gallery owner, Clive didn't keep a distance from her. Queueing music on his phone, he grabbed her hand twirling her in numerous circles to acquire a complete 360 view of her in the red, curve-loving stretch knit dress with an ultra-deep V down the back that stopped just above her cleft.

Spicy...is what he loved to call her when they were alone or he'd whisper it on the sly so others couldn't hear his toyful play.

Sabine was a mix of many things, but spicy really did envelope it all, looks, personality, the way she dressed, and of course, temper. She was vivacious and Clive knew all of that mixed in her rocking frame made him a mess when she was around.

The night of her date, Clive was insistent on his every move with her. His hands roamed as they danced, allowing his movements and body to convey what words he had yet to say, even going as far as lightly pressing his pelvis against hers careful to not stay at any one touch too long to be offensive. Clive made certain to take a sample of her every curve and provide Sabine with a literal piece of himself she wouldn't forget anytime soon.

When the music ended and each out of breath, Clive's lips stayed parted watching her purposefully avoid his eyes. It was made known, she understood everything his body was telling her. Aligning himself perfectly with Sabine's temple, he placed a lingering but soft kiss, "He's a lucky man." Speaking of her suitor for the evening.

Afterwards, Clive holed himself up in the art studio waiting for her to leave and was gone when she arrived home late. She noticed they didn't have their typical Saturday morning breakfast and she didn't see him until Wednesday. Upon his arrival, he went about his work as if Friday had never happened, and so did Sabine. Ever since that night, things felt different between them.

Sabine internally coached herself.

"We are both artists, professionals in our field. Posing for him, is simply serving a model role."