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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." 

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Gasping softly, her eyes fluttered closed as she just enjoyed the sensation of his caresses, legs going weak. He was making her flustered and she nearly forgot about the canvas waiting to be painted on.

“Love..” she whispered as she held onto him. “You’re tasting too soon.” Her tone was playful now, turning to smile at him and paint some lines on his back in a lazy fashion.

“I can’t help it,” he murmured, smiling back at her. “You’re just too tempting, Katelynn.” He reached up and brushed some of her hair back, not caring that he got paint in her hair as he did (it would wash out easily enough later). Lowering his voice to a purr, he added, “And you know I love the way you taste.” 

But then, as if changing the subject completely, he turned to the canvas. “So, what do you think would be a good subject for our masterpiece?” 

It took her a moment to gather herself after being nearly seduced by him again, her cheeks dusted with a soft red. Trying to shake herself of it, she looked back at the large wall of white that was slightly sprinkled with color from their earlier playfulness.

“Oh um..well considering I can’t really paint…” she giggled, “I thought I would let the true artist have the honors of deciding. I just don’t know how we’re going to fit this in the apartment now I think about it…oops..” She bit her lip, having not thought this through completely; a flaw in her plan.

Jack, however, wasn’t worried. He’d dealt with this sort of problem a few times in his career, cutting a canvas only to have the customer change their mind about the size, and he knew there was an easy fix. 

“It’s all right, Katelynn,” he reassured her. “All we have to do is trim down the size.” And to do that, he dipped his fingers in the black paint (dark chocolate flavored) and marked off a smaller, more manageable section of the canvas. “There. As long as we st-stay inside the lines, it’ll be fine. Now, as for what we should paint …”

He glanced first at her chest, then at his own, studying the matching butterfly tattoos. 

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Darn he caught her too quick before she could run. She wiggled in his arms since she was ticklish around her stomach, the flesh retracting inward as if trying to get away from his fingers. “Looove~” she laughed, reaching her hands up to smear the paint around his cheeks as if he were blushing.

“If you’re going to tickle me..” And then tried to return the favor by moving her fingers down his body to find his spots.

As her clever fingers tickled him, Jack let out some very unmanly giggles. Paint marks dotted and streaked his body, but he gave as good as he got, leaving abstract designs on Katelynn’s skin in a rainbow of colors.

Finally, as he left an orange smear on her cheek, Jack darted in and playfully licked her. The paint was delicious, rich and sweet, rather like the chocolate oranges his parents sometimes got him for Christmas. 

Gasping softly, her eyes fluttered closed as she just enjoyed the sensation of his caresses, legs going weak. He was making her flustered and she nearly forgot about the canvas waiting to be painted on.

“Love..” she whispered as she held onto him. “You’re tasting too soon.” Her tone was playful now, turning to smile at him and paint some lines on his back in a lazy fashion.

“I can’t help it,” he murmured, smiling back at her. “You’re just too tempting, Katelynn.” He reached up and brushed some of her hair back, not caring that he got paint in her hair as he did (it would wash out easily enough later). Lowering his voice to a purr, he added, “And you know I love the way you taste." 

But then, as if changing the subject completely, he turned to the canvas. "So, what do you think would be a good subject for our masterpiece?" 

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“Oh?” she challenged, giggling softly as she collected a bit more paint and ran her fingers over his torso, leaving a lovely purple trail. “Maybe something like t-that..?”

Her body was poised to run in case he decided to chase her with the paints. Thank goodness they didn’t have to worry about any mess they would end up making so they could be free to have fun with this.

He tried not to laugh, but the paint and her light touch tickled on his sensitive chest. Jack wondered vaguely what flavors the different colors were – he could imagine the purple being some kind of fruit, but wouldn’t know until he tasted it. Which he was very much looking forward to. 

“Mm-hm, something like that indeed.” Grinning, he caught Katelynn around the waist, and painted a blue circle around her navel. 

Darn he caught her too quick before she could run. She wiggled in his arms since she was ticklish around her stomach, the flesh retracting inward as if trying to get away from his fingers. “Looove~” she laughed, reaching her hands up to smear the paint around his cheeks as if he were blushing.

“If you’re going to tickle me..” And then tried to return the favor by moving her fingers down his body to find his spots.

As her clever fingers tickled him, Jack let out some very unmanly giggles. Paint marks dotted and streaked his body, but he gave as good as he got, leaving abstract designs on Katelynn’s skin in a rainbow of colors.

Finally, as he left an orange smear on her cheek, Jack darted in and playfully licked her. The paint was delicious, rich and sweet, rather like the chocolate oranges his parents sometimes got him for Christmas. 

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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. 

“Oh?” she challenged, giggling softly as she collected a bit more paint and ran her fingers over his torso, leaving a lovely purple trail. “Maybe something like t-that..?”

Her body was poised to run in case he decided to chase her with the paints. Thank goodness they didn’t have to worry about any mess they would end up making so they could be free to have fun with this.

He tried not to laugh, but the paint and her light touch tickled on his sensitive chest. Jack wondered vaguely what flavors the different colors were – he could imagine the purple being some kind of fruit, but wouldn’t know until he tasted it. Which he was very much looking forward to. 

“Mm-hm, something like that indeed.” Grinning, he caught Katelynn around the waist, and painted a blue circle around her navel.