Artist's Interpretation
Clarke paced the room, running a hand through her already messy hair. “Raven, this is bad, I don’t have any new models and I need one for this project or I’m going to fail.” She said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Clarke, it’s gonna be fine, I think I can actually help you out.” Raven chuckled, moving to grab the blonde’s arm, pulling her into a hug. “I have a friend who needs some extra cash and she’s totally hot, she’s in my autoshop class, I can talk to her about it today.”
Clarke took a deep breath, nodding her head slightly as she relaxed into her best friend. “Yeah, okay, thanks Rae, you always have my back.” She smiled, leaning her head up to kiss the brunette’s cheek.
Raven rolled her eyes, but grinned at her friend. “Always will be too, plus I mean it doesn’t hurt to butter you up, then you might not get as upset when I take your mom out tonight.” She smirked, pulling away to avoid the slap to her arm.
“Ugh, you know I don’t really mind you and my mother together, like she’s happy but I also don’t want to hear about it, ya know?” Clarke shuddered slightly, making a face.
Raven let out a soft laugh, shrugging her shoulders. “Alright, alright, but what are you going to do when I’m your stepmom some day?” She teased, squeaking as Clarke tackled her to the floor of the studio.
“Shut up!” Clarke giggled, her fingers digging into Raven’s ribs, making the brunette laugh hysterically. “I will stop when you promise not to tease me about you and my mother’s relationship.”
“Alright, alright!” Raven laughed breathlessly, clutching her sides when Clarke rolled off of her, grinning at the ceiling.
The two stayed like that for a little while, in a comfortable silence that only years of friendship could bring. It wasn’t until Raven glanced at the clock was the silence disturbed. “I gotta get down to the shop, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” She smiled, pushing herself off the floor.
“Okay, if your friend agrees, just send her over to the studio, the sooner I can get this project started, the better.” Clarke replied, moving from the floor as well. “Thank you again.”
Raven waved it off as she grabbed her bag, heading out. “No problem sweetheart, that’s what stepmoms are for.” She flashed a grin before darting away, knowing she would catch hell for the comment later.
Clarke shook her head, her eyes moving around the room. She had a love hate relationship with her short school days. On one hand, they provided extra time for her to work on her projects, but on the other, when she didn’t have anything to work on it drove her nuts.
She wasn’t sure how long she had spaced out for while looking for a canvas, but when a knock sounded on the studio door, it startled her so badly she dropped the one she had picked out. “Holy..I’m coming!” She called out, moving to the door.
Clarke wasn’t sure who she was expecting at the door, but it certainly wasn’t the tall, muscular brunette that was standing in the threshold. “Hi, uhm you’re Raven’s friend, yeah?” She asked sounding a bit stupid.
“Yeah, I’m Lexa and you must be Clarke.” The girl replied, a slight smile on her lips. “She said you needed a model and you paid pretty decent.” She shrugged as Clarke let her in.
Clarke nodded, biting her lip as her eyes traced every line on Lexa’s tanned face, smiling at the grease smudge on the other woman’s face. “Hold still.” She murmured, reaching up to wipe the smudge off of Lexa’s cheek.
“Thanks, I didn’t exactly look in the mirror before heading over.” Lexa chuckled, biting her lip slightly. “So, where do you want me?”
Clarke had a lot of answers for that question, none of which were appropriate and with the shake of her head she headed over to the only piece of furniture in the main part of the studio. She grabbed the arm of the couch and yanked, dragging the heavy thing into the middle of the room. “Here.” She said, slightly out of breath.
She busied herself with getting the lights where she wanted them, not noticing that Lexa had already started to disrobe until she turned around, breath catching in her throat. “Oh, good, just get comfortable when you’re finished.” She spat out, blinking a few times before heading over to the canvas she had dropped earlier.
After everything was set up and Lexa was lounging on the couch, Clarke nodded to herself. “Alright, do you need anything before we begin? I usually work in two or three hour sessions.”
Lexa shook her head, leaning her head back on the arm of the couch, offering a small smile at Clarke. “I’m good, just let me know if you need me to reposition or anything.”
“You’re perfect..” Clarke blurted out, her face going red. “Your pose I mean..it’s perfect.”
Lexa chuckled softly, her head turned toward Clarke, her topaz eyes gleaming in the lights the blonde had set up. “Thanks, boss.”
Clarke nodded, taking a deep breath before settling on the stool behind her easel. She cleared her mind and made herself focus on what she needed to do, instead of the slight twinge between her legs. She picked up the charcoal and got to work.
She started with Lexa’s face, her high cheek bones, the way her cheeks dimpled ever so slightly around the nose and lips. Clarke found herself fascinated with Lexa’s strong jaw line and the way her neck curved. She focused next on the eyes, eyes were the hardest yet most beautiful part of a piece, they gave you a window into the subjects soul if done right, forever captured.
She finally started on Lexa’s body once she was sure her face was right, the way each muscle and tendon stood out, her curves and expanses of toned, tanned skin. The way the light hit each and every point, making the drawing come to life. “You’re so beautiful.” Clarke whispered, her hand still moving.
Lexa didn’t say a word, though her breath caught in her throat as she heard the blonde’s words float across the quiet room. She had no idea what the other girl saw, no clue as to what she looked like to other people, but she liked the way Clarke looked at her, even if it was just for the project.
Three hours seemed to come and go far too fast for their liking and though Clarke was pretty impressed with what she had so far, she wanted more time with the girl. “Would you mind coming back tomorrow, there’s a few details I want to work on.” She caught herself saying as though her lips had a mind of their own.
Lexa smiled slightly, sitting up to stretch her arms above her head. “Yeah sure, same time?” She asked, reaching for her shirt.
“Same time.” Clarke replied as she got up from her stool, making her away across the room to stand in front of Lexa. “I’m sorry if this is too forward, but you are absolutely stunning and the entire time I was working all I could think about was how your lips would feel against mine.” She rushed out, afraid she would chicken out if she didn’t just get it all out at once.
Lexa’s cheeks went pink, her hands stilling on the fabric of her shirt. “It’s not too forward..I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since you called me perfect.” She said softly, looking up at the blonde.
Clarke nodded her head, taking a shaky breath as she bent over, her hands on Lexa’s smooth shoulders as she brought their lips together.