The sun set in the Los Angelis sky and painted it red. 'We' had to paint a mural for art class. Everyone who was mildly interested put their efforts into it.
I dipped my brush into the red paint. I strokes on the brick wall we're delicate and raw. I wanted to paint the beautiful sunset. It would give a sense of nature to the mural.
"You're seriously painting the sunset? Pretty basic if you ask me.I'm Rowan." I could feel the stranger smirking at my back. I turned around in surprise. I was stunned at what or rather who I saw. It was the mysterious guy I always seemed to stare at in 6th period. His looks were art in itself. With blonde tousled hair and blue eyes that seemed to pierce your soul, his cheekbones looked like they were chiseled to perfection, he certainly was a masterpiece. "I'm Sienna, what's so basic about the sunset? It's literally a million light rays that cascade over the atmosphere. Creating a beautiful mix of color that goes under appreciated." I lifted my eyebrow as his blue irises changed to a brighter shade. He looked intrigued, as if he wanted to mold me into his own creation. "A lot of things seem to be under appreciated these days." There was an underlining meaning to his words, I just couldn't make it out.
He took 3 steps closer. His large frame hovered over my small one. He took a brush and dipped it in the red paint behind me. My lips parted as he leaned into me. My eyes closed as I felt the bristles brush across the smooth skin of my jawline. "What are you doing?" I asked, the only thing I got in return was a finger to my lips, ordering me to shush. I obliged and stood still as he used me as his canvas. My feet were glued to the floor as I felt his cool breath hit my skin. "You know, we know each other. That's why it isn't weird between us." His deep voice bounced off the walls. "6th period." I nodded.
He chuckled "No no. I don't mean it that way. I mean, every time I see you. You're the only one in the room. You make everyone look like a shadow in your presence." His eyes turned darker as he stared into my green irises. "Oh." I whispered, "You know, our names together mean different shades of red. Maybe our souls are the colored light that flashes across the dark sky. Maybe we were destined to meet this way, in an empty art studio while the sunset tints our skin into a glowing red." He traced the brush across his own jawline. "We just met." I shook my head. A calloused hand tilted my chin so I could look into his dreamy ocean eyes. "Maybe, but tell me I don't make you feel something every time I whisper romantic nonsense into your pretty little ears." I kept quiet as I felt my skin shudder. "Exactly." He reassured me, lightning danced across my eyelids as he smashed his full lips to my own.
My back hit the freshly painted wall as he lifted up my shirt and threw it to the side. I let out a heavy breath as he dipped his hands in the red paint and coated my entire chest. "A beautiful mess." He whispered, taking off my bra with his paint coated hands and instant massaging the paint into my chest. I moaned as he painted me red in every which way. He traced every bone in my body with his red coated hands. "Turn around." He ordered, pulling down my pants and leaving me bare for him to see. He smacked the flesh of my bare ass, coating it red. I moaned as he pulled down his pants, pressing his fairly large cock into my hot heat. "Condo-" I moaned out and his calloused hand wrapped around my throat, painting it red. "I'm clean, I want you to feel all of me. I want you to remember the way I make you feel." He didn't let me get the final word in as he thrusted into me. He stretched me impossibly but let me adjust to him.
He coated both of our bodies in red paint as we fucked. It coated our hair and entire beings. We were both different shades of red, metaphorically and physically, but for the night, we were one. We were our own art, in every sense of the word.
