Felicity and Alexiana stayed late on the latter's gallery, finishing the artworks for their clients. After hours of hardwork, they finally finished the paintings required for the office.
"Well, I could do some chilling," Alexiana said as she stretched her body. Felicity massaged her nape as well, her hair falling loose on her shoulders. It elicited a look from Alexiana who opened two bottles of refrigerated Smirnoff. She gave one bottle to her companion who gave her thanks.
"Ah, yes. Finally some comforting shit right here," Felicity moaned as she gulped the cold alcohol.
"Can I paint you?" Alexiana asked out of nowhere.
"Hmm?" came the reply of confused Felicity. Alexiana just giggled and patted the girl's shoulders. "I said, I want to paint something with you as a subject."
"We've been painting for hours, surely we could do this some other time," Felicity responded half-heartedly but Alexiana stopped her.
"That's a compliance work. This...this is art, painting about beautiful sceneries."
Something raw emanated from Alexiana's chest as her hands travelled to Felicity's pants, lowering and fumbling to its zipper. At the same time, their lips met and kissed fiercely, Felicity leaned with her back on the wall as Alexiana fondled the other girl's breasts, their shirts already on the floor.
They made love on the gallery, their moans on sync with Silver's song "Wham Bam" playing on the radio. When they were finished, Felicity kissed Alexiana's perspiring forehead while both of them were softly laughing.
"How could you be so sensual?"
"Artists are sensual."
"Not the way I interpreted it."
"C'mon. I'll have to paint, remember?"
Felicity sat on the couch, now wearing her camo pants but her breasts were still free. She bit her lips and smiled seductively while Alexiana was fully concentrated on her masterpiece.
There is sensuality in art. And Alexiana felt it with Felicity. Maybe it was something more than art, she cannot tell. Maybe love.
