the sketchbook #2
Movie night was your favorite night at the mansion. You could snuggle up next to Colossus with your favorite movie snack. Tonight you were watching Titanic.
You were at the part where Rose asks Jack to draw her and an idea popped into your head. A sly smile spread across your face, you and your artistically talented boyfriend were going to have fun later tonight.
-later-
While Colossus did room check, you stripped down to your birthday suit, placed the pillows just right, and got into position laying on the bed.
Colossus swung open the door. “Y/n, I-Boze Moj.” (My god). He said, taking in your very naked form.
“Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack.”
A very flustered Colossus didn’t hesitate to dig through the nightstand for his sketchbook.
“You’re naughty, y/n.” He stated, as he sat down to start drawing.
“What can I say? The movie inspired me.” You replied nonchalantly.
“I like it.”
You smirked, he liked it.
You opted out of talking in favor of letting him work. You liked watching him sketch, it was adorable and fascinating at the same time.
His eyes flickered between you and the paper, seeing as he was determined to make this one perfect.
“Is intimate, yes?”
“Hm?”
“This. It is intimate, no?”
“I suppose so. But we’re not touching or anything.”
“No, we are not. But intimacy is many things, not just sex. Things like this.”
“What do you mean?” You questioned, genuinely curious.
“Well, this is a display of our trust in each other, as well as love, not just lust.”
Damn him and his poetic, romantic side.
“You’re totally right, Piotr.” You said, sending a love-stricken smile his way.
“That! Right there. Don’t move y/n, that is perfect. You are perfect.”
Your mind began to wander while he sketched you. Your thoughts went to the man sitting in front of you. He was the perfect one.
His voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“Y/n? I have finished.” He said and triumphantly turned the sketch around for you to see.
“It looks great, baby! You’re so talented!”
“In more ways than one.” He said and cheekily winked at you.
To say you were surprised by his forwardness would be an understatement, but you managed to keep yourself together and play along.
“Why don’t you come show me then.”
He stripped down and joined you in bed, more than happy to oblige.