It was just a dream. She thought she was about to wake up and the fairy tale she had dreamed of all her life would disappear. It was such a long dream, but she couldn't wake up. The body was in pain, because of the long standing in one place, almost motionless, only the hand smoothly moved in different directions, smearing the paint on a huge canvas. She could relax at this time, spend time with her family or hang out in some club clogged with students, or just lie in bed, serenely spitting on the ceiling. Even if there was a choice, she would still choose this one - to be inside a huge mansion, in one of the most empty rooms, most equipped with the bright light of the sun, and to paint with oil paints on canvas the mistress of this rich plot of land. She could not even dream that she would ever have the opportunity to draw her from nature, moreover, almost naked. The white silk fabric carelessly covered only part of her abdomen and hips, her long legs hung from the bench on which she was lying. Her blue long hair also spread out on her elastic chest, and her arms were stretched out on a soft white pillow. The light from the window hugged her body and gave him warmth, which made the girl smile softly from the atmosphere of comfort and, at the same time, sophistication. She liked what was happening, she liked to watch the artist draw her, shifting her gaze to her and to the canvas. She was eager to see the result of her efforts, but not for the sake of narcissism. She had the opportunity to hire the best artist in the world to paint her portrait on an even larger canvas, with even more expensive paints. However, she chose a student who was about to finish her studies at the Academy of Arts. It was important for her to see herself through her eyes, and often, she herself could not answer the question of why. Why did this girl arouse her so much interest? She was not particularly different from other students, only in some moments she knew more than her peers. Perhaps the thing was that she looked at her inseparably from the look that artists usually look when they find their muse. There was much more to it than the joy of the source of inspiration found. Her look was filled with nothing but love, and it seemed that the artist fell in love not with nature, but with his own painting. But it wasn't about her. Of course, she valued art, valued her creativity and could gnaw at anyone who would criticize her work. However, the love for this woman (not for the muse, or nature, or what else artists could call them) drew in her mind not an idealized glossy sculpture lying in front of her, but rather caused the feeling that she could not cope without her. Yes, she is her muse, yes, she was incredibly beautiful and not only in the eyes of a young artist. But only the two of them could know about their strong connection. For both of them, it was interesting how their story would end, and both were sure that this «connection» would disappear after a while, but the interest and desire to be together only increased. To some extent, they were afraid that it would have a bad effect on their already difficult lives. One was afraid to disappoint her family, and the other took too much responsibility, which caused her to make a lot of mistakes. They didn't care about it, that's why they suffered.
But now, at the moment, they have managed to escape from the civilized world in this huge bright room. The light from the window, as if it gave them a sign that they were doing everything right, they have nothing to be ashamed of. When the ray of the sun shone sharply right into the artist's face, she closed her eyes.
«Is everything okay?» the model asked motionless.
After blinking twice, she tried to recover, but because of the monotonous continuous occupation for long hours, her head became slightly dizzy.
«I think I should rest a little,» she answered, putting a brush on the board near the canvas.
«Can I move?» she asked flirtatious, as if she wanted not to take a break from posing, but rather to look at the process of her work.
«It's not desirable,» she said, lifting the corner of her lips. «This fabric looks perfectly on you. I don't want to change your position.»
«But I want to look at the picture,» the girl mumbled. «Maybe you'd better take a picture of me?»
The artist laughed, looking down. Of course, she understood that she should also have rested, but her goal was completely different. In addition, her lying posture was not so difficult, and the maximum she could do as a rest was to drink water from a tube.
«Drawing from the phone is a serious violation in the world of painting,» the girl answered again, looking up at her.
The model frowned, looking out the window.
«God, Vi... When did you become so right? You'll take a picture, or I'll drive you out!»
Her capricious behavior caused the artist's emerance. She had no choice but to take her phone out of her pocket and take a picture of her. When the camera focused, Vi came a little closer to her, trying to find the right angle. However, no matter how hard she tried, the image she saw in reality looked much better than in the format of a huge number of pixels. She swallowed, realizing the fact that it was the first time she took pictures of her. The first time there was a half-naked photo in the gallery.
«Can I get up now?» she asked after a few seconds of shooting.
The girl nodded as a sign of approval, after which she stood up, pressing a white textile against her, as if she was trying to warm up from the cold. Slowly approaching the canvas, Vi followed her, looking at her bare back and buttocks. She wanted to touch her with palm, with lips, press her whole body against her porcelain skin, she could hardly restrain herself to stand on a flat spot, but her hands sweated with excitement, her head was spinning with her extraordinary beauty, and her heart beat like a frightened rabbit when she was silent, looking at the unfinished picture.
«Great,» she said, thoughtfully touching her chin with her finger.
Vi was silent and squeezed her lips, looking at the picture.
«I can't imagine what beauty awaits me when you finish it,» she added, causing that smile.
«I'm not sure I'll be able to convey all your sophistication,» trying to look anywhere, but not at her, said Vi. «Maybe another would have done better...»
«Vi, come on! No one among your classmates could portray my character like you! In addition, you've started to work better with color.
After her statements, Vi fell silent, afraid to make a sound so that she wouldn't yell at her anymore, although she didn't even raise her tone. Nevertheless, her silence only angered the girl, to which she turned to face her.
«You underestimate yourself, she added, frowning, to which Vi sighed. «I want to drink wine. Are you with me?»
The model went to the kitchen, still pressing the drapery to her. At the edge of her eye, she noticed her interlocutor following her, continuing to look at her from head to toe. She was pleased that she admired her, it seemed that her gaze had become tangible, covering her with warm kisses and leaving invisible hickeys on her body.
Once in the kitchen, the model threw the fabric on the nearest sofa and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. Then she took out two glasses and put them on the table. Vi walked more slowly, and when she saw the girl completely naked, she immediately turned away.
«Oh, Jeez, I'm sorry...» she broke out faster than she could think about her thoughts.
«What?» she chuckled, pulling the cork out of the bottle. «You're literally painting me naked.»
Vi came closer, still trying to look away.
«But... not like this.»
The girl laughed at how she blushed. She poured the wine into glasses and gave one to her friend, after which they both sat down at the bar.
«Don't you want to move to the couch?» the model asked after the first sip of wine.
Vi was also going to drink from the glass, but stopped after her offer. Finally, looking up at her, she chuckled, losing patience to respond adequately to outright flirting.
«Caitlyn... Why are you doing this?»
«What?» she bowed her head to her side, raising her eyebrows, not understanding what she meant.
«You seduce me. Why?»
The model blinked incomprehensibly twice, although it was a pretense. She understood perfectly well what she was doing, just tried to «play» with her in this way, and flirting in this case was more like never before to fit this game.
«What makes you think that all of a sudden? I suggested you move to the couch because it's more comfortable there than here. In addition, we could watch TV.»
Vi didn't believe her, she just chuckled, continuing to look into her eyes. Or rather, she tried not to lower her gaze below her face, although the look was such that anyone would not resist to look.
«Whatever,» Caitlyn frowned, taking a glass in her hands and getting up from the chair. «Stay here alone then.»
After that, she went to the sofa and grabbed the drapery to cover her body with it. Vi saw her off with her eyes, but couldn't help but follow her. A couple of minutes later, she sat down next to the corner of the sofa, spreading both hands on the back. Caitlyn chuckled at her appearance.
«I covered myself on purpose so that you wouldn't think anything.»
«I understood,» she said with a smile. «Just don't get dirty with wine. The fabric will still be useful.»
The girl smiled at her remark, after which she took another sip.
«You said we're going to watch TV,» Vi suddenly reminded, looking at the plasma.
«When?» she smiled broadly. «I don't remember that.»
Of course, they both didn't even try to imagine this scene, how they would sit on this couch (one of which is completely naked), drink wine and watch TV. Thoughts were completely immersed in a different direction so that simple little things seemed very dangerous to them.
«Don't you like sitting in silence?» Caitlyn added, putting the glass on the coffee table.
Vi turned away, hiding her smile to her ears. They both understood what it would all lead to in the end, but the process and expectation of it was much sweeter than the very result of their achievements.
«Can I ask you something?» the naked girl asked, standing right in front of her, but still clutching to her chest the fabric.
The artist swallowed the accumulated spittle, slowly nodding in response. It took less than a second for her to throw off this currently unnecessary fabric again.
«Do you like me?»
The girl blushed from her direct question. It was hard for her to answer it, not because she didn't know the answer, but because she couldn't nod or make a sound. From the heated atmosphere, she only wanted to attract her to her, grab her delicate hips and cling to her velvet white skin with her lips. But she didn't dare to hurry, unlike Caitlyn. A fire of passion and incredible desire flared up in her eyes. She did not wait for an answer, but sat on her knees, wrapping her palms around her neck. With the back of her fingers, she stroked her cheek, after which she had goosebumps on her back. She covered her eyes, enjoying the gentle touches of her beloved, not believing that it was all happening to her in reality. And it was only at that moment that she realized that it was not a dream. She would have woken up a long time ago, but she clearly felt these touches, the pain in her back when she stood for several hours and drew her, the taste of wine, which slowly warmed her throat and left a sweet aftertaste.
«No...» she whispered in her ear, stroking her dark hair with one hand. «I don't like you.»
She looked into her eyes, smiling, knowing that she was cunning.
«I love you,» she said at last and clinged to her soft lips.
The room in which they worked a few minutes ago was empty and became unreal. Unclosed paints remained to dry on the palette, doing it faster in sunlight. The rays of the sun continued to illuminate the room with real paint, but it no longer made sense, because there was not a single living creature here. The only imprint of reality was only in the unfinished painting, standing on a painted easel.