When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

"Claire," she murmured. "I have to go back to Lucy. I shouldn't have..." I stared at her. I couldn't handle what she was saying. She was right, I knew, but... This was Billie and me, five years of terrible tension built up into one intense moment of skin on skin. I bit her soft neck, and she whimpered again. I ran my tongue along her collarbone and she sighed. Her hands gripped my waist firmly, and I knew she wasn't leaving yet. --------------------------- This book coincides with my previous work, A Work of Art. It is written from Clairo's point of view. This is not a simple rewriting of each chapter; it gives completely new perspective and happenings not previously mentioned in the original book. I will try to post weekly, but not on any kind of schedule for now. As always... this shit is smutty as hell.

Billie Eilish and Madeline argy. Do i need to write anymore?