Holly felt the sunlight against her eyelids. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched out her aching body. She turned over to find the other side of their bed cold, much to her disappointment. Karen was usually the last one to wake, so Holly was very curious as to what Karen would be up to this early. She put on her pajamas and walked out to her tiny living room.
Holly’s warm feet felt foreign against the cold wood floor. She walked into the room and was taken back by what she was looking at. Karen was painting the view from Holly’s window, her strokes light and soft. She was only wearing underwear and one of Holly’s many cardigans. Holly watched her silently, noticing how she would take a break from painting only to sip some tea. Karen was humming softly to herself.
Holly tiptoed over directly behind Karen and she sensually traced the contours of Karen’s earlobe, the younger woman’s secret spot.
Karen smiled, “Good morning.”
“Your painting is amazing,” said Holly, sliding behind Karen and pressing her body against Karen’s back. “You’ve really grown as an artist in the past year.”
“I’ve had a really good muse,” said Karen, putting down her paintbrush and pulling Holly’s arms to circle her waist. Holly laughed at that notion. She’s never really been anyone’s point of inspiration, besides her meddling mother.
“What did you want to do today, seeing as we’re both free,” asked Holly, kissing Karen’s neck softly.
Karen tilted her head to allow Holly better access to her neck. “I’m perfectly fine staying in to paint, drink tea, and fall madly in bed with you.”
“Of course you are,” said Holly, punctuating each word with a small kiss.
“Ooh, ooh,” said Karen shifting to face Holly. “I just had the best idea.”
The mischievous look in Karen’s eyes was a telltale sign that this was something Holly would probably find nerve-wracking. “I’m afraid to ask.”
“Oh hush,” said Karen. “You like painting. And I like painting. And what better than to paint with each other.”
“We already do that Karen,” said Holly, brushing the younger girl’s hair behind her ear. She really loved when Karen let her hair down.
“No, I mean, on each other. Like nude painting,” said Karen, smiling widely.
Holly put one hand on her mouth. She shifted her hand back and forth, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Won’t that be a bit messy?”
“We can do it right here, just lay one of the tarps down and we’ll be good to go,” said Karen, secretly reaching behind her to grab one of her paintbrushes.
“It would be interesting to expand our canvas,” murmured Holly.
“I’ll start,” said Karen as she swiped her brush against the other woman’s cheek. A blue line was a nice contrast to the older woman’s darker skin tone. It was sort of like a wave crashing onto the beach.
Holly appeared shocked, but she quickly retaliated by sticking her hand into a nearby blob of paint and smearing it along Karen’s forehead. “There. Just what your face needed.”
Karen laughed and wiped some more paint along her lover’s face and arms. Holly grabbed Karen’s face and rubbed her cheek along her own while the paint was still wet. Both women were giggling wildly.
“I’m so happy that we’re together,” said Holly, pulling her girlfriend into a kiss. “You make everything so much fun.”
“While that is true, there is one problem,” said Karen, tugging at the bottom of Holly’s pajamas. “You’re still not naked.”
Holly just laughed as she assisted Karen in pulling off her top.
Karen just stared in awe. “What to do with this canvas?”
Holly just smiled.