Happy to see him so excited, she asked for a box for the cake and put the piece she hadn’t finished in there to eat later. In her mind she could already see herself straddling Jack’s sleeping form and rousing him gently to the sight of her covered in the cake for him to enjoy and blushed.
She really needed to stop that.
“L-Let’s go then…” she instructed when they were all packed up, leading him off to her friend’s building. She didn’t want to give away any of the surprise so she tried distracting him with talks of what to get everyone for Christmas and how Metro City had changed so much and yet stayed the same. And how much she was enjoying it here with everyone.
Once in the building, they took the elevator that would lead to a top, empty floor. “Surprise..” she whispered as the doors pinged open for Jack to see what she had prepared.
One of the walls were ceiling high windows that stretched out from one side of the room to the other, giving the room a ethereal glow with Metro City’s skyline as the lights in the room themselves were off. On another wall was a huge white canvas with paint buckets at their feet in several colors and white sheets to protect the floors. On them it read ‘edible paint’ so they could create a canvas. And lastly there was a TV in the corner with a DVD player and a big beanbag chair with blankets where she had Nightmare Before Christmas set up to play.
“I-I um..really wanted tonight to be special and didn’t want to do something cliche and Harrison was telling me about romantic trips he was taking Mets on and my plans felt a bit plain compared to that s-so..he helped me a bit to plan this and gave me the room but I did most of this myself and I du-dunno I just wanted it to be special and unique and make you happy and make it memorable.”
She was a bit worried at times that it was rather lame but she checked his expression to see if he liked it.
The distraction wasn’t really necessary, since Jack honestly had no idea what to expect. If they’d been heading home, that would be one thing, but the fact she’d reserved a special room meant almost anything could happen. Oh, he enjoyed their conversation very much, but it was a bit hard to concentrate, with his imagination running wild with possibilities of what she might have planned …
When the doors opened, he gasped.
“K-Katelynn, I can’t believe …” His voice faltered. He had no idea how long this must have taken for her to arrange, not to mention setting it up. He knew she was trying to recreate the afternoon they’d spent in his apartment, of course, but this was far, far more.
It was perfect. Everything was perfect.
She was perfect.
Jack’s mouth opened and closed a few times as he struggled to find words. But none came, so he simply reached out and gently pulled Katelynn close. He nuzzled his blue forehead affectionately against her peach one, then tilted her chin up and kissed her tenderly.
Blinking in surprise at first from the gentle embrace, Katelynn soon melted against him as happiness swelled in her chest to curl around her body. Soon she was kissing him back, clinging to his shirt. So he did love it. It made all the effort of setting it all up worth it.
As she gently broke the kiss, she smiled at him and leaned her forehead against him. “…would you..like to paint then? I know you do it for a living and all…but I thought this way might make it unique and fun..”
To show him what she meant, she slowly got out of his embrace to slowly take off her shirt and skirt and sensually as possible, leaving only her support bra and panties on. Moving to one of the buckets, she dipped her hand and then chest into it to soak up some paint before beginning to splash it around the canvas, sliding her chest up against it as well. And since it was edible she turned to look at him and sucked some of it off her finger.
It was only then, as Katelynn made the suggestion, that Jack noticed the pots were of edible paint. Oh god, it seemed she wanted to do quite a bit more than just recreate their first evening together!
The thought was almost painfully exciting. He would be lying if he said he’d never imaged what it would be like to use his paints on his girlfriend, to play and decorate her body like a canvas. It might not look it to an outsider, but making art was always a passionate experience for Jack – he would have loved to have Katelynn share in the joy of that, except that the oil paints he normally used didn’t work right on skin. This, though …
He stared, hypnotized, as Katelynn stripped off her clothes and began smearing the colorful, sweet-smelling paint on her skin. Jack licked his lips, and barely managed to hold himself back long enough to strip off his own clothes. Wearing only his soft gray boxers, he hurried over to join her.
“Oh, I can d-definitely think of some fun we can have with this,” he laughed softly.
Jack Maple 