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“No more than you do,” she retorted softly, painting a heart around his face. It looked so cute on him that she held in her giggles, biting the inside of her mouth. It was rude to laugh after he had been so sweet with her and painted her butterfly in such a way.

But he just looked so darling that her eyes were beginning to water from holding it in.

“O-Oh my..” she giggled softly, still holding it in.

Even though he knew it was his beloved, and she meant no harm, Jack still felt deeply uncomfortable being laughed at. But he managed to push it away, and asked her with a smile, “I’m guessing this is something you want to take pictures of?” And I sure wouldn’t mind some photos of her like this, he thought, taking in the sight of his beautiful fiancee, wearing only her bra and panties, with her hair loose and colorful painted markings all over her body. 

“Y-Yes..!” she squeaked out before clearing her throat. “So we can remember today.” Though it wasn’t until she was about to go retrieve her camera that she giggled, grabbing a small amount of paint in her hand to toss it at his chest.

“Though I think these will be private pictures considering how we’re dressed!” Her smile was wide, laughter bubbling up out of her. That playful streak wouldn’t leave her alone, hoping Jack would take the hint and play with her a bit.

Who said adults couldn’t have fun?

“W-were you ever thinking they wouldn’t be private?” he chuckled nervously. “They’re our pictures. Our special ones. No one else is to look at them, ever.” Now that he’d properly emphasized it (trying to hold in his own laughter as he did), Jack relaxed. “So, will you get the camera? Or do you think we need to ‘decorate’ a bit more?" 

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Sneaking a glance at his side, she could already see the difference in talent. But then again Jack painted for a living so it was to be expected. His was so wonderful that her hand stilled for a moment, merely admiring it.

“L-Love..that’s gorgeous..” she whispered, feeling like a small child painting next to an adult. The color in her cheeks grew over time as the question settled in her mind over how this was how he possibly thought of her.

He blushed once again as she said that. Yes, Katelynn had admired his work many times in the past, but for Jack, it meant something special to hear her call his image of her gorgeous. The blue man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I’m glad you like it.”

He reached over, painting a little heart on her cheek with the last bit of paint on his finger. “You deserve something gorgeous.”

“No more than you do,” she retorted softly, painting a heart around his face. It looked so cute on him that she held in her giggles, biting the inside of her mouth. It was rude to laugh after he had been so sweet with her and painted her butterfly in such a way.

But he just looked so darling that her eyes were beginning to water from holding it in.

“O-Oh my..” she giggled softly, still holding it in.

Even though he knew it was his beloved, and she meant no harm, Jack still felt deeply uncomfortable being laughed at. But he managed to push it away, and asked her with a smile, “I’m guessing this is something you want to take pictures of?” And I sure wouldn’t mind some photos of her like this, he thought, taking in the sight of his beautiful fiancee, wearing only her bra and panties, with her hair loose and colorful painted markings all over her body. 

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“Then I’ll definitely need to make it something special!” she cheered, rolling up imaginary sleeves as she set about getting the colors she would need. “And try my best to represent you.” The thought excited her a great deal, giving her new fuel as she set to work making a new rough sketch and trying her best to really make a butterfly as he had before transferring it over onto the actual canvas.

She worked hard, mixing colors of blue, purple, silver and green and even trying to make a trail of sparkles coming off the wings. She concentrated hard on the details, her mind projecting butterfly pictures she had seen for reference. If it didn’t look right, she would try her best to paint over it and mix again.

It had to be perfect.

While Katelynn worked on her section, Jack continued to mix the colors he associated with his beloved. He made a soft outline in creamy peach, only just visible on the white canvas, and marked out the butterfly’s eyes in rich brown. Its antennae became the same sandy brown he’d mixed for Katelynn’s hair, and he made them feathery, more like a moth than a butterfly. 

And that gave him an idea. 

As Jack painted the wings, he gave them long, elegant tassels, like a luna moth. Shades of warm peach and tan, highlights in blue and gold, some white streaks, black hightlights … he finished by giving it a pair of eyespots, delicately marked in a rainbow pattern that stood out strikingly against the soft colors of the wings. 

Sneaking a glance at his side, she could already see the difference in talent. But then again Jack painted for a living so it was to be expected. His was so wonderful that her hand stilled for a moment, merely admiring it.

“L-Love..that’s gorgeous..” she whispered, feeling like a small child painting next to an adult. The color in her cheeks grew over time as the question settled in her mind over how this was how he possibly thought of her.

He blushed once again as she said that. Yes, Katelynn had admired his work many times in the past, but for Jack, it meant something special to hear her call his image of her gorgeous. The blue man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I’m glad you like it.”

He reached over, painting a little heart on her cheek with the last bit of paint on his finger. “You deserve something gorgeous.”

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She blushed as he managed to create something beautiful out of her mess but then again he had the magic fingers that guided a brush. “You’re really amazing love. My side is going to look silly compared to yours,” she giggled in embarrassment as she tried copying what he did.

“But at least I can take pictures of how you look right now all smeared up~” she finished, tone light and teasing again.

“I’d like that,” he said, beaming at the thought. “We can each put our talents to use. And it would be wonderful if we could get some photos of this saved for the future.” 

Jack picked up the bowl of paint, then paused. “What if, instead of painting our own butterfly, we paint each other’s? We can show how we see the other.” 

“Then I’ll definitely need to make it something special!” she cheered, rolling up imaginary sleeves as she set about getting the colors she would need. “And try my best to represent you.” The thought excited her a great deal, giving her new fuel as she set to work making a new rough sketch and trying her best to really make a butterfly as he had before transferring it over onto the actual canvas.

She worked hard, mixing colors of blue, purple, silver and green and even trying to make a trail of sparkles coming off the wings. She concentrated hard on the details, her mind projecting butterfly pictures she had seen for reference. If it didn’t look right, she would try her best to paint over it and mix again.

It had to be perfect.

While Katelynn worked on her section, Jack continued to mix the colors he associated with his beloved. He made a soft outline in creamy peach, only just visible on the white canvas, and marked out the butterfly’s eyes in rich brown. Its antennae became the same sandy brown he’d mixed for Katelynn’s hair, and he made them feathery, more like a moth than a butterfly. 

And that gave him an idea. 

As Jack painted the wings, he gave them long, elegant tassels, like a luna moth. Shades of warm peach and tan, highlights in blue and gold, some white streaks, black hightlights … he finished by giving it a pair of eyespots, delicately marked in a rainbow pattern that stood out strikingly against the soft colors of the wings. 

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“Actually I just thought of butterflies as your symbol..because they don’t realize what beautiful wings they have though others can see it,” she whispered in answer before moving to the paint and answering with much more confidence.

“But yes~ Two butterflies together to symbolize us?” Using the outside part of the canvas for a rought draft of what she wanted to paint, she began to make one that represented her in shades of brown and grey – the way she saw herself as plain and rather unattractive.

Though she tilted her head since her lack of painting skills made it look like some twisted fairy with antennas.

He bit his lip as she said those sweet words. True, it was part of the reason he’d wanted to get a butterfly tattoo in the first place, but hearing his beloved say it made it that much more special. He wanted to kiss her, but as messy as the two of them were, that might spoil things. 

“Mm, not bad,” he said softly, watching her practice. “But I don’t think those are the right colors. Here.” He picked up a paper bowl, and squirted in some brown, yellow, and a hint of pink. With his finger, he blended the colors into a soft, warm light brown that was almost the exact color of Katelynn’s hair. 

“This should be the base color.” He drew a few streaks on. “And this,” he added some peach, and a few lines of soft blue, “should add to it.” 

She blushed as he managed to create something beautiful out of her mess but then again he had the magic fingers that guided a brush. “You’re really amazing love. My side is going to look silly compared to yours,” she giggled in embarrassment as she tried copying what he did.

“But at least I can take pictures of how you look right now all smeared up~” she finished, tone light and teasing again.

“I’d like that,” he said, beaming at the thought. “We can each put our talents to use. And it would be wonderful if we could get some photos of this saved for the future." 

Jack picked up the bowl of paint, then paused. "What if, instead of painting our own butterfly, we paint each other’s? We can show how we see the other." 

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“Love, you are not painting my b-breasts on that canvas,” she joked, unable to help herself as she covered them up. Paypack for tickling her.

Even if he was cutting it down, the rest of it could be the canvas for their paint fight if she could just manage to fit it in there.

He chuckled, his cheeks blushing almost as purple as the paint. “Th-that’s not what I meant! I was thinking – well, we both like butterflies, don’t we? Why not see about painting some of those?” And to start, he dipped his fingers in the deep blue, blue-raspberry flavor paint. “Morphos, monarchs, swallowtails, whatever we want. It’ll give us a chance to make use of all the colors.” 

“Actually I just thought of butterflies as your symbol..because they don’t realize what beautiful wings they have though others can see it,” she whispered in answer before moving to the paint and answering with much more confidence.

“But yes~ Two butterflies together to symbolize us?” Using the outside part of the canvas for a rought draft of what she wanted to paint, she began to make one that represented her in shades of brown and grey – the way she saw herself as plain and rather unattractive.

Though she tilted her head since her lack of painting skills made it look like some twisted fairy with antennas.

He bit his lip as she said those sweet words. True, it was part of the reason he’d wanted to get a butterfly tattoo in the first place, but hearing his beloved say it made it that much more special. He wanted to kiss her, but as messy as the two of them were, that might spoil things. 

“Mm, not bad,” he said softly, watching her practice. “But I don’t think those are the right colors. Here.” He picked up a paper bowl, and squirted in some brown, yellow, and a hint of pink. With his finger, he blended the colors into a soft, warm light brown that was almost the exact color of Katelynn’s hair. 

“This should be the base color.” He drew a few streaks on. “And this,” he added some peach, and a few lines of soft blue, “should add to it."