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She's honestly much better at it on a normal day.
She's a professional, she's been doing this for almost two years to further her art degree. She needed this extracurricular to further her artistic anatomy studies so naturally she wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the integrity of that.
She was a serious and honest artist, if she were constantly ogling them she would never be welcomed back in the class!
Maybe if she focused on the hands the rest of the figure would flow smoothly.
With harsh charcoal strokes, she slowly carved the hands into the starch white sheet. Each line inks a new layer of this model.
She wanted to capture his likeness, vibes, aura, or whatever the fuck you call it. that’s what she enjoyed the most about live models. She focused on the dark streaks of hair falling behind his ears and over his forehead and circles the dark center of his eyes multiple times.
Her face warms when she catches the stark contrast of his armpit hair against his pale skin and the white sheet draped across his thigh, ironically offering the man no privacy.
He was exposed to every definition of the word, he had a beautiful figure and his fluid and dynamic pose was impressive to hold for so long.
He had a hand rested – yet bicep flexed behind him on the wooden pose bench. His legs were slightly parted and one foot resting on a styrofoam rock in front of him for a popped-knee look.
His other hand was resting on said popped knee, causing his chest muscles to be in a flexed position and Marie knew any flexing for long periods would cause a cramp but it caused for great practice on drawing muscles.
Her eyes flickered far too low for what she was drawing currently and she caught the dark pubic hair, on her paper the differences would be great but it was hard to focus on the task at hand.
She needed to get her mind out of the gutter, ogling the people that were hired to pose was not a part of the class. Not to mention frowned upon in this group.
She sips the wine down by a quarter, clutching it to her chest while she marks a few of his beauty marks on the canvas.
A delicious trail leading down the front of his neck, the ones littered across his chest and the handful speckled around his –
She takes another long swig, lifting her glass after to signal her desire for a refill. She needed a little more courage before she drew… that .
“The majority of you I've seen in classes before today, but my statement remains the same. Try to refrain from altering or censoring the model's genitals too much, they are here with their own desire to be captured fully and respectfully. We will be showing these portraits at the end of the class, do please keep that in mind as you all draw”
The instructor was circling the room and stopped beside Marie as she made the announcement, her hands tucked into the deep purple sweatpants. Oh, how very subtle of her.
Marie enjoyed her classes, she was very helpful with her criticism and her judgmental eyes always made her feel watched which helped with her occasionally wandering mind.
“Very nice on the details Marie, I'd love to see how you capture the details of his muscles and the folds of the cloth”
Oh thank god, she didn't say anything about the giant missing centerpiece in the drawing. As if the model was missing his genitalia, ‘that wasn't very realistic ms Moreau.’ Maybe she could draw him as a very defined Ken doll, then she could be his Barbie.
“Hmm…” she hums and Marie internally curses herself, knowing exactly what was to come next.
“Marie, I understand your shyness, but you know I thoroughly enjoy how realistic your anatomy is, do be sure you capture his penis. If you'd feel more comfortable I can email you the clothed model class dates I have for this month” she placed a hand on her shoulder.
Marie shook her head, her face warming even more at the sudden attention to her work area. “No! That's not what I – I enjoy these classes they're very helpful for me fully learning anatomy Madam Birdie.”
She rubs her shoulder again, an understanding smile spreading on her face “well, if you change your mind, do reach out to me. With that being said, let's see you finish this drawing, hmm?”
Finish the drawing, how hard could it be? It’s just a penis.
She inhales slowly, then exhales and lifts her gaze from the paper to the model's thick muscular thighs. It doesn't take long for her to build the rest of his frame slowly, rigid lines jumping onto the page here and there.
The relaxing music in the gallery fills the silence of all the focused artists.
When the model yawns quietly she braces herself and glanced at the centerpiece of the drawing, his dick.
It's not that she was… shy, that's not the word she'd use. No scratch that, she wouldn't use any words because she was a professional.
The slightly curved shape was coming to play on her page, she added darkened lines near the bottom where he was heavily resting on himself and was sure to add the dark patch of his pubis.
Her charcoal shifts back to his heavy-toned thighs, detailing them a bit more now that the entire figure was on her page. She wondered how long he’d been working out.
She imagined him adding a higher weight every few months to the bar, the vein in his forehead showing with each lift and wondered what his voice sounded like.
She doesn't realize she's been focused on the vein on his shaft until she hears the teacher behind her. “ Very nice anatomy Marie, beautiful attention to detail as always”
She locked eyes with him in an instant, she felt like her heart stopped. The world feels quieter, impossibly so.
Brown. As an artist, she knows this color, as a black woman she's mixed and molded and birthed this color in a million different ways.
She's swatched it against her thigh, her knee, her forearm, her cheek, her stomach, and every inch of her canvases over and over.
Impossibly rich and dark. Brown protects, it's stability, it's the building block to any good nature painting yet somehow everyone always thinks it's blue.
Gingerbread. Mocha. Cinnamon. Peanut. Umber. Expresso. Tree bark. Coffee. Penny. Tawny. Walnut. Chocolate. Pecan. Brown.
This color has been important to her before, it's her life. But this shade of brown. This depth rattles her. It sends shivers down her spine.
The next color she notices is a beautiful shade of pink, he smirks. It's almost imperceptible but she's an artist. She can see the creased line in his lips that wasn't there before.
She lowered her gaze from the sultry chocolate gaze and closed her eyes with a deep inhale.
Thankfully some sort of god must've smiled down at her because the instructor told them to take five. She sips the Merlot, tilting her head slightly as she works out what is wrong with her image. She liked to use the breaks to be hypercritical of her work.
She adds another harsh line to accentuate the slight curve of his spine, biting her lower lip gently in the focus.
“This looks great”
The voice startles her, she drops her glass with a curse “Jesus –”
“Oh sorry, let me help you with that”
It all happens too fast, the red wine spreads across the floor with professional accuracy to target her crafting bag which she brought with her whenever she was in the mood to get work on one of her many creative outlets.
“Shit, of course” she huffs and lowers to her knees, she and another set of hands quickly lift the glass pieces up and into a napkin.
It's the man, she realizes this by the forearms outstretched over the wine. The model man with those eyes.
Their hands touch when they're grabbing a piece of glass and she feels the burning touch over every inch of her skin.
She drops it again and – “ fuck I can't seem to get my head on straight” the man laughs, sings this siren song that makes her so –
“I didn't mean to startle you, are you alright?”
His voice, his beautiful voice.
“I'm uh, yeah! Yeah, I'm great!”
Marie finally looks at him, up close and personal. Jesus fucking Christ. The almond brown eyes, the lips glistening with the fresh remnants of his tongue dancing over it, His perfect starch white teeth.
Did God herself hand-craft him? Sculpt every inch of him meticulously from marble and dust the debris from his shoulders.
His jaded hair is somehow even more shiny up close.
“That's great,” he says with another smirk, he stands and walks away and thankfully she can breathe.
She hadn't noticed the smell of him in the air until it was gone and she was left with the harsh wine under her nose.
“That is a good looking dick”
“Yeah, it really is” she gives a laugh and quickly stops when she realizes he's looking at her drawing.
“Oh you meant the – yeah , I probably spent way too long drawing it”
“It means that you care about what you're drawing, and it shows as much in your work”
She stands slowly with the last few paper towels and folds them together while she admires the drawing with him.
“It's really amazing, what's your name?” the tawny fucking eyes land on her again, exquisitely looking her over.
“Moreau… I'm a little bit tipsy sorry, it's Marie Moreau”
He extends a hand, his substantially sized forearms poking out from under the white cotton robe. It was the standard one that every model was given during their breaks. “Li, Jordan Li”
His lips lift again with a grin, beautiful and bright as ever. He mocks her with the order of his name but she finds it charming because how can it not be? She wants him.
She shakes his hand with her own smile following, then she feels the sting somewhere on her finger when their hands connect. “Oh you're bleeding” he twists their hands to look at it and Marie feels it fully then. Shit.
“Oh I – I am, let me get some paper towels and I can –” she starts to step away but Jordan gently grabs her shoulder.
“Don't worry about it. I have first aid in my car, we can take care of this after the session is over”
Marie nods way to enthusiastically and Jordan smiles ever so slightly “perfect, I'll see you then” his thumb rubs her shoulder, the sudden realization of their skin-to-skin sending a bolt of electricity through her body.
She was wearing a black tank top and some old ratty joggers, not her most attractive outfit but she didn't come to this class to meet people, she came for her art.
The electricity buzzes through her for the last hour of the class, she's trying not to stare so openly at him because she's a professional and more importantly respectful of the models who come in.
But she can't help it, something about him she's unable to shake and Christ she wishes she knew what it was that had her mesmerized.
There isn't a bonafide way to draw the glisten of Jordan's chain/ pearl necklace so she leaves it up to interpretation, more satisfied than not with her drawing when the class wraps up.
Her fellow artists clap for him once he's robed again and he smiles, the lines on the side of his mouth once again making a stock appearance on his profile.
Marie felt his gaze linger on her as she packed, she knew this tank top did wonders for her figure and she wasn't afraid to bask in it.
Her thumb is wrapped in paper towels and tape, just something to keep it from messing up her canvas, and since Jordan offered to patch her up.
She washed her hands carefully, slinging the wine-soddened bag over her shoulder and leaning against the wall as the other students made their break out of the classroom.
She doesn't have to wait long, Jordan appears in her line of sight in just a few short minutes. His hand buckled the black belt with the hoove shape bedazzled to draw the gaze to a very particular area.
Marie liked him in clothes almost more than when he was fully exposed, he wore a slightly tucked green sweater and pitch-black starched jeans with some simple light green shoes. He looked… admittedly snazzy.
“You waited,” he says with a half grin, hand extending to take one of her items. She is surprised by how automatic she is with handing it over for him to carry, and how easily she falls into stride with his pace.
“I waited” she replied, looking up at him for a second then back down at their feet. She doesn't know what to say, so she simply follows.
Jordan puts her bag in the back of his car and grabs the first aid kit from his trunk “come here and sit” she doesn't hesitate which is only mildly embarrassing.
She sat in the driver's seat facing outward to him and lets him lift her hand and bandage it for her. His hands are gently, turning her hand over and wrapping it with the gauze and then the temporary tape.
“Is that too tight?” He asks, his voice low and hand testing the tip of her finger.
Marie shook her head, eyes staying peering up on his. “Thank you, I didn't expect to…” she hesitates, motioning between them and Jordan laughs ever so charmingly.
“Me either honestly, but you're great company so I have nothing to complain about”
She felt her breath halt for a second and she shook her head, the bashful smile spreading across her face. “You're not too bad yourself, I should go so you can enjoy the rest of your day” she stands from the seat and Jordan gives a shrug.
They're practically nose to nose, he was taller than her but not by a substantial amount. She liked being close to him. He felt inviting. She wanted to be invited.
She takes a soft breath, admiring those beautiful toffee eyes and his head tilts ever so slightly. “Or we could grab a coffee”
“A coffee?"
“Do you like coffee?”
“I do ”
“Great then it's settled, I'll drive us to get coffee”
“Coffee” she repeats and Jordan sings a laugh, taking a small step back for her to exit the space.
They were getting coffee, maybe he wanted a friend. Maybe he was so taken by her drawing of him that he wanted to be friends, maybe she could draw him again – obviously it would be strictly professional.
She could be professional with Jordan. He would be covered up of course, with a very professional drape that covered everything that could be seen as unprofessional.
She glanced over towards Jordan in the driver's seat, he glanced back and she felt it strike her in the gut.
She looks away and Jordan laughs and does the same, coffee, it was just coffee .
“When did you do your first class?”
Marie takes a slow sip from her coffee, allowing the hot drink to ease her nerves before she has a chance to embarrass herself once again.
“About a year ago, I show up as often as I can to the classes. They're helping with my art degree, I've been working on it for about two years but I've honestly been working on my art for my entire life”
Jordan has an insane focus on her, his eyes don't waver. It's a mixture of intimidating and insanely attractive, professional, coffee.
“So, your whole life has been leading up to this coffee date?”
Date.
“Date?”
“Do you disagree?” Jordan asks, sipping his drink. Marie watched his pink lips wrap around the straw and the light brown liquid disappear. She couldn't take him seriously with the insane amount of whipped cream on his drink.
She motions to it with her nose. “The amount of sugar that has to be in that thing”
“You're gonna ignore my question?”
“I mean seriously, is that your daily go-to drink?” Marie continues, maybe if she talked fast enough Jordan wouldn't have a chance to notice how off guard that comment caught her.
How could she be friends with this worker if he thought this was –
“I happen to like a lot of cream in my mouth, sue me” Jordan takes another sip, remaining eye contact with her and she's speechless.
She inhales slowly through her nose and sips her coffee again. Wonderful. At least she wasn't the only one feeling the insanely thick tension. That took a little bit of the pressure off her shoulders, she had been nervous she'd offended him or made him uncomfortable by the way she'd been drawing him so focused.
“You like cream in your mouth…” she repeats and he nods, uncrossing his legs under the table and letting his shin rest against hers.
“I love it in my mouth honestly, you didn't tell me if this was a date or not”
“Awfully presumptuous of you to play footsie then, what if I say no it's not?” She whispers, a playfully scandalous tone in her voice.
Jordan smiles, almost like he knows the answer to his question because of that response. Maybe she was flirting too.
“How long have you been modeling?” She leans her elbow on the table, leaning slightly inward, and those eyes.
“Five years, an ex got me into it out of spontaneity and it drove our sex life through the roof so I stuck with it. Then when that crapped out and the paychecks kept coming I did too.”
“You have an amazing physic, it was honestly challenging to draw you at some points.”
There's a moment of silence, Jordan soaking in the compliment with a pleased smile.
“I… if you're interested – I would enjoy drawing you again, the shape of your muscles specifically I don't get to see very often. Some of the models we get are straight out of the industry, not necessarily the most bulky group but you are…”
She could see the outline of his arms through the sweater, she'd spent the better part of three hours hyper-focused on every curve of his body so of course she could practically still see them.
He shrugs gently and looks down at his arms where she is still staring. “I would be interested in that, yeah”
“Do you work out?” She's far too blunt, she's far too honest.
“I do, multiple times a week I lift weights and I do cardio because I have way too much pent-up energy” he rubs the rim of the cup, keeping his eyes on hers yet again.
She knows what the answer is before she even asks the question “So… what's your cardio?”
He smiles again, those beautifully lined dimples once again poking through. “I'm sure you know what my cardio is, Marie”
The way he says her name sends a shiver down her spine. Was his entire purpose on this date to fluster her?
“I can't possibly know that, Jordan”
He chuckles softly, gently rubbing his bottom lip with his index finger. “Well, I go jogging and I like to fuck”
“You like to…” she automatically repeats but catches her brain before it had a chance to mortify her. His head nods slowly, he licks his bottom lip a bit and leans forward slowly on the table.
Marie leans backward in her chair and Jordan laughs gently “Today is a cardio day and I haven't had a chance to do it just yet”
“Oh…” she whispers
“Oh?” Jordan repeats “I like this game”
“What game?” She scoffs and lifts her cup to take another swig, she's practically chugging this coffee.
“The game where we pretend like you don't want to be my cardio for today”
She chokes on the coffee and Jordan snickers. She coughs, frantically grabbing at the napkin and wiping her face. Jordan supplies her with a handful more, the laugh blossoming more from his chest.
“Don't laugh!” She says between coughs, reaching across the table and pushing his chest. “It's not funny”
“I'm not laughing! I was coughing too, I was choking on my drink too” Jordan pretends to cough a few times to make her feel a little less embarrassed.
It's gradual but her coughs turn into laughs, Jordan's do too. They're laughing, disruptively, in this coffee shop.
Typically she would be mortified to make so much noise in a public space and have other people look at her like a rowdy kid.
She doesn't see the other patrons, she only sees Jordan. His beautiful laugh radiated and captivated her, he was extremely warm and charming and maybe she wanted him to flirt with her.
Maybe she wanted to flirt back.
Maybe she wanted to take him up on his offer when he made her feel so at ease. He wipes his hands on the napkins, shaking his head as he sighs with a big grin.
“This is a date,” she finally confirms.
“I know” he replies, lifting his eyes from his hands back to her.
“I would be interested in being your cardio”
“I know,” he says again and twirls his straw slowly around the base of his cup.
“Do you want to…” she motions over her shoulder and those dimples are back to stay.
The front door of Jordan's apartment slams shut with Marie's back getting pushed against it.
Jordan cupped her face with both hands, gluing his body against hers like he'd done it a thousand times.
She wished they had, maybe they could.
Marie held onto his waist, pushing the sweater up his body as far as she could get it without breaking her lips from his.
He moans against her, sucking her tongue into his mouth and gently biting it. He lifts his arms over his head and she tugs the sweater off, tossing it to the side.
They're only apart for a second but it feels brand new when he kisses her again. She knew he would be amazing at it before he even touched her, his plump lips inviting her with every movement.
Marie's hands lowered down his waist to his belt, tugging it out of the prongs and swinging it open. She knows exactly what she wants, she spent nearly thirty minutes drawing it.
Marie pushes him into the living room by his hips, taking her mouth away from his so she can look for the couch “I haven't had sex in god knows how long”
“That's about to change, I've got condoms in my –” he shuts up when the back of his legs hits the couch and he falls. She leaned against his knees with her hands, her face staying close to his as she lowered slowly to her knees in front of him.
“I want to explore you, can I?” Her voice is quiet, hands smoothing to the front of his jeans and pulling the zipper down.
“You wanna explore me?” He lifts his hips for her to pull them down along with his boxers, and his lip finds itself between his teeth.
“I do, I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen and I'm insanely attracted to you” She ran her blunt nails across his thick thighs, she couldn't wait to feel the power behind them.
Her eyes lowered to his lap, detailing the beauty marks on his thighs and the one at the base of his stomach.
She kisses it, she kisses below his navel, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He slowly leans back against the couch, watching her with an unreadable expression.
“The most beautiful person you've ever seen?” Jordan repeats, his breath slowly getting heavier as she starts to stroke him. His skin was on fire, lighting ablaze every inch.
Her head nods, eyes glancing up at his face “When I was drawing you today I was mesmerized by you, I've never seen anyone that knocked me this far off my rocker like you. This is one of those moments I'm gonna look back on for the rest of my life”
“This exact moment?” He teased and she gently bit his inner thigh in retaliation. “Ow!” He yowls playfully and she giggles, kissing the aforementioned spot.
“I mean the whole day, I've never done anything like this before…” Her tongue meets the spot under his navel, catching the hair and a bit of the sweat on his happy trail.
He inhales, a brow quirking ever so slightly. “You've never given a blow job?”
He's cute. She tilts his shaft slightly and slides her tongue up it. He lets his head lean against the sofa watching her “Maybe you have, I'm not sure I'm fully convinced with your skills just yet”
“Right…” she whispers playfully, she shifts upward and takes him into her mouth with one fell swoop. He's branding hot against her tongue, pulsing against her tongue with want already.
He moans quietly, a magical, perfect, airy sound that she will never be able to unhear. Marie's nose touches the base of his cock, eyes fluttering for a second as she adjusts.
He keeps singing, his hips shifting slightly with the energy between. Marie lifts her head and then lowers it, starting a rhythm that Jordan seems to enjoy.
“Fuck, that feels amazing”
She hums in approval, continuing to rub his thighs while she pleases him. “Can I touch your hair?” She pulls up a little then pushes her head back down to the base, being rewarded with a beautiful groan, and then she pulls fully off.
“Yeah, just don't push my head too much.”
“You'll let me know if it's too much?” His hand lifts to her cheek, pushing a few loose locs from her face and cupping her cheeks.
“I'll let you know, can you kiss me?” She lifts up further on her knees and onto his lap, his head nods quickly and he meets her halfway.
The saliva and precum mix in their mouths, Marie's hand stayed on his cock, stroking him to keep Jordan making those noises.
Each stroke pulled a honey-sodden moan from his chest, it coated her and dripped down her spine with all the gooeyness it should.
He licks her lips clean of him, thumb swiping over her cheeks and staring so deeply into her eyes she feels like she's gonna burst.
“You're gorgeous” she whispers breathlessly, Jordan moves his hand to the back of her neck giving her a dark look.
She smirks at him and he chuckles before lowering back and taking him again, they both moan, his hand gentle on the back of her head as he bounces her up and down.
“God you make me feel amazing” his other hand rubbed her back soothingly, his jade hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead with the sweat. “I like the way you compliment me”
She pushes down as far as she can get and he whimpers, full of need and want.
I like the way you compliment me.
“Fuck fuck fuck –” Jordan chants, his breathing loud and unstable. She must be doing something right because he was insatiable. Bobbing her head with such focus that his arm flexed with each movement.
Her eyes lift to his, that is the look she wanted to achieve. His chocolate eyes were pitch black, pupils blown out, and eyes unfocused as she worked on him.
“Okay okay” he pushes her shoulders slightly and she stops, relishing in the way he shivers when she's off of him. The way his face was taken from behind that curtain of charisma and shown nothing but lust now.
“You like the way I compliment you?” She's breathless and he's completely flushed pink. She could see the sweat beading all over his body and she wanted to clean it.
“You don't make me feel like a piece of meat, you make me feel like a person, not a man. A person, a beautiful person.”
“That's because you are”
Maybe it was the serotonin, maybe it was the rush of endorphins, maybe it was the high he was getting from the way she drew him and the placations, or maybe all her praise really meant the world to him.
“Do you wanna lay down and let me make you feel like a beautiful person too?” Jordan wipes her chin with his thumb and she nods, a light igniting behind her eyes and below her waistband.
“I think I'd like you knuckle deep making me forget every worry I've ever had.”
Jordan peers at her behind his ever-messy hair, scooting over and patting the spot next to him on the couch “I think I can make that happen”
She stands and Jordan pulls the waistband of her joggers down her plump hips, he snagged her underwear on the way and she collapsed onto the couch next to him.
Marie extends her legs over his lap, letting Jordan part her legs and slowly trail his hand from her knee to her inner thigh and dripping core.
“This was a wonderful idea” Jordan whispers, leaning on his elbow next to her on the right couch and lowering his gaze to where his hand meets her slit.
“A wonderful idea?” She's playful, thumbing her fingers through the back of his hair gently and tugging his head back to her.
He gathers the liquid building there, pushing slowly into her. His eyes run across her face, watching for any sign of distress as he sinks his digits inside of her.
“Maybe this was an okay idea”
“An okay idea –?”
“I'm gonna need convincing on the wonderful part”
Jordan scoffs, then he leans forward and sinks his teeth into her neck, simultaneously his hand starts fucking into her trying to find that magical button.
It takes him a few seconds but her hand does fly behind her to grip the arm of the couch and tug it, her hips having no other way to react besides jogging with his hand.
She's speechless, unable to decently carry her breath for a minute. Her other hand wrapped around his shoulder, digging into his skin hard enough to lance the skin.
If this was just his hands she couldn't wait to find out what the rest of him felt like.
Jordan bit a hickey into her neck, then another, then a third behind her ear and all she could do was moan with the hope that he would give her more.
More of his lips, more of his tongue, more of him inside of her touching her – fucking her – anywhere he could get.
He shifts on the couch next to her and suddenly his tongue was taking her clit into his mouth and she felt that pressure barreling towards her.
“Oh god –” Marie breathes, hands shoving into his hair and tugging him closer with desperation.
He moans against her, his fingers curving with each hard movement.
“Oh god –!” She pleads, spreading her legs further for him to get impossibly deeper. Jordan flattens his tongue, his head shifting side to side.
“Oh my fucking god”
She explodes, her body-snatching taught and following with shivers of need. Jordan smiles against her, his hand moving substantially slower to ease her down from the high.
His tongue dances gently against her clit, against all of her to clean her up. He kisses her there again and then her thigh, and then her navel and she sighs dreamily.
“You are…” she can only hum, fingers lazily scratching his scalp to keep the hair out of both of their faces.
He pushes the tank top up her body, his wet hand sliding over her now breast. “It was a wonderful idea” he repeats and she nods gently, eyes staying on the almonds in front of her.
He was pitch black, hard as steel, and kissing up her body. When he gets to the front of her throat she giggles, wrapping both arms around his shoulders to keep him glued to her again.
“Do you want me to grab the condom?” He's patient, he's gorgeous, generous and so fucking hot . She nods with a growing smile on her face.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, reaching over to the side table and fishing around until he finds the condom.
Jordan lifts onto his knees, stroking the condom on and helping her adjust to something that was comfortable for both of them.
“Is that alright?” He asks, gently nuzzling the head of himself against her. She inclines, gaze lowering down his body. She drew him in, a breath intaking with him.
When he fully fits himself in her she shivers, her legs wrapping around his torso to hold him as tight as she could get him.
They're alone together yet still they whisper each question, statement – compliment between stuffed breaths of air.
Jordan moves slowly, leaning his head against hers as they adjust to the unique feel of one another. Marie couldn't keep the smile off her face, this may have been a one night stand but Jordan was so insanely thoughtful.
She recognizes the swell in her chest and the electricity buzzing through her was more than just her arousal directed toward him.
Her hands shift up to thrum through his hair and gently tug his lips to hers, the kiss is deep. Bodies reacting to it exceptionally.
One of Jordan's hands takes hold of her thigh, pushing a bit of his weight onto it as he jogs faster in her.
Marie falters against his lips but she brings herself back to him, gluing their mouths together again. His tongue slides against hers hotly, her body clenching angrily against his.
He groans and shifts faster. He was beautiful.
It was mind fogging, he was so hard and searing hot inside of her. His moans clouded her ears, filling her to the brim.
Jordan shifts a hand under her back to arch her slightly and –
“Jesus Christ, don't fucking stop” Her hand flys to the sofa, tugging it at the seams so hard she's afraid she'd rip it.
Jordan doesn't stop, he drives himself faster. The sound of them starting up in the echoes of the living room.
Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through her, digging her closer and closer to a release she hasn't felt at the hands of another in far too long.
Her moans filled Jordan's ears, being all the praise he needed to keep up with her demands.
Her hands assaulted him as he fucked her, nails damaging his shoulders and thighs and the entirety of his rigid back.
Jordan chases her to the brink of her desire, follows her every plea for continuation and not once does he let up on her.
She tells him she's close, she holds his neck with such an ironclad grip Jordan knows without a doubt she's stronger. She holds his forearm desperately when he strokes against her clit. “Oh god – oh god Jordan, oh –!”
It takes her by surprise, the orgasm rocking its way through her and onto the sofa below them. Jordan doesn't stop still, her needy moans breaking her voice and her body convulsing with her orgasm.
She finally breaks, pulling his forearm away from her body and Jordan gives way. “Jordan –” she staggers out, her eyes dancing around the ceiling as he eggs himself closer and closer.
He pulls out of her and tugs the condom off, hand stroking himself for another few seconds before he is coming on her stomach with hot tight ropes.
Marie laughs breathlessly, watching the way his muscles flexed under the sheet of sweat and how his shoulders sagged with relief after the fact.
“That looked like I feel” she moans a sigh, her hands resting tiredly beside her head.
“I feel lighter” he says honestly, a laugh leaving his chest. He lowered his gaze to the mess on her and they both laugh again, it shouldn't have been as funny as it is.
Jordan's hair is damp, the evidence of how much he enjoyed himself on her body now. He eases off the couch, legs sore and his breathing still ravaged.
“I'll get something to clean you up, don't move” not that it mattered since she'd finished all over the couch and could feel it below her but she does as she's told.
She wouldn't fight it regardless, she was blissfully fucked out of her brains and was certain she'd stay that way for a while.
She's sure she dozed off for a moment because the next thing she felt was a cold damp cloth across her skin.
“I didn't know you were asleep, want me to take you to my bed so you can nap comfortably?” His voice is quiet, to fit her headspace. She nods and lets him lift her to the bedroom.
She slept over by mistake that night, she has no complaints because, for the first time in years, she woke up to the smell of a home-cooked breakfast.
A robe was set out on the dresser near the bed so she wrapped herself in it and made her way through the loft until she found the stairs and then the kitchen.
She saw Jordan in some red boxers with golden little crowns, a black shirt and an apron tied around his body, he was holding a plate of pancakes in one hand and a spatula in the other, the counter was an utter wreck with his ingredients.
He turns and sets it down on the table, attention kickstarting to her standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. “Morning, I – I wasn't sure what you wanted for breakfast, if none of those looks appetizing we can go out and grab something or I could just take you home”
He stood with a hand to his side and the other still tightly wrapped around the metal tool. He looked nervous. His face was gone of all the mystery and cockiness that got her into bed the previous evening and replaced with what she can only say is his true self.
A beat passed them by, she looked over the food on the table and the orange juice, apple juice and milk jugs sitting out waiting for her pick and she smiles slowly. “I haven't had a homemade breakfast since I lost my parents, it all looks really delicious”
Jordan exhales, his body sagging with the compliment. She only now notices that he didn't breathe before now. “Great!” He chirps then shakes his head “I mean, not great that you lost your parents but I'm uh –”
“Jordan,”
“You know I lost mine too. Well, lost is a relative term. I don't talk to them – they're assholes. Well, my dad is, my mom is a coward and –”
“Jordan,” she moves closer toward him as he rambles, clear as day he wasn't going to be finished anytime soon.
“And I lost my Nona and papa too, they were my dad's parents. They are, none of them are dead!” He laughs loudly, nervously and Marie takes his hand into hers to capture his attention again.
“Do you wanna sit and eat and talk about what you mean?” His eyes are dancing across her face before he fully nods and removes the apron.
They talk. Well, Jordan rambles, waving his fork around with each pronounced sentence and Marie listens with an unashamed awed expression on her face.
She finished her plate and Jordan was still talking. “I ran away when I turned 18, that way I legally wasn't doing anything wrong, I mean I had so many arguments with my dad everyday about the smallest shit so why the fuck would I stay right?”
She nods her head attentively “All because you didn't want to be a boy? You were a kid, it's not like you were going out and getting surgery behind his back.” She lifts the cup of apple juice and sips it while Jordan tilts his head from side to side.
“Well… I was a kid, yes but, I'm a supe” Jordan's figure shifts in the sentence and Marie choked on her drink.
The cropped hair went down to his – to her – to their chin now. The chiseled chest shifted into soft mounds behind the fabric and the hardset jaw melts into a softer curved one. Those gorgeous eyes stayed on Marie, the same beautiful tone.
“Oh…” she whispers, looking this new figure over and setting her cup down.
“I get it, if this isn't your thing. You thought you were hooking up with a guy – well I mean technically you did but I'm not a guy all the time” She tears her gaze away from Marie, eyes gluing themselves to the table and picking at a crumb now.
“I never said I only liked guys, did I?”
Jordan's heart skipped a beat, Marie smiles and reached out to rub their – her (?) forearm.
“You still like me like this?” Jordan asks, daring to glance at her and she nods her head.
“I still think you're the most beautiful person ever, yeah.”
“Wow…” Jordan breathes out, a nervous laugh leaving their chest immediately after.
“I like you” they whisper, not being able to look at her for too long without flushing.
“I like you too” Marie coos, hand hesitating before it lifts to the back of their head and thumbs through their hair.
Her eyes closed, melting into the feeling and then sighing gently.
She doesn't think they're dating.
It's been a few days of texting nonstop, giggling at her phone, and sending pictures back and forth of random things about her day.
She sends pictures of her drawings, two new figure studies and when she's having a lazy day she sends a picture of her book on her lap and her cat in the corner of the couch.
Jordy: who's that???
Me: Stinky Issac
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Me: I found him a few months ago in my trash
Jordy: interesting.
They text about stinky Isaac. Marie sends loads of photos of him and Jordan asks somewhat irrelevant questions about him back and forth.
It's cute, it's easy, it's simple.
Their schedules haven't aligned enough for them to see each other again but she really likes them.
She likes the corny memes he sends from Facebook like a grandma would, the pictures she would receive in the glasses after about 9 pm.
They talk about their life for music, a handful of specific artists, and Marie scolds them for not listening to her top favorite.
Me : what do you MEAN you've never heard of Ethel Cain?!?
Jordy : …
Jordy: u haven't heard loads of mine
Me: that's irrelevant!
So she sends links, loads of links from her favorite songs to them. She turns Jordan into an Ethel Cain listener practically overnight.
Their research into the songs overrides her own by tenfold. He watches think pieces on the songs, and lyric analysis videos and stays up at night listening to the albums over and over.
A few more days go by, they continue texting and passing photos back and forth of their daily vlogs. Almost three weeks pass, and Marie wants to see them again yet they're both so busy.
One fantastic night, the stars align and everything works out perfectly.
Marie is enjoying her bubble bath, her laptop propped on a stool with a movie playing when Jordan messages her. It's only been about an hour since their last one, they had gone for a jog.
Her phone buzzed twice, the special tone assigned to their contact. (She has yet to tell them this because she did not want to be teased) she dried her hand and grabbed the phone.
Jordy: miss u, busy?
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It was a picture of him sweaty in his bathroom, his blue running shorts having a very visible erection line in them. The tank top sporting sweat stains and pulled up slightly to show his happy trail.
She inhales slowly then exhales, taking a picture of herself in the bath – she's sure to cover her breast with the soap suds. She sends it boldly, tapping a quick response as well.
Me: not too busy for you, come over?
Jordy: u gonna take care of this?
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Me: yes sir.
She sends her address, biting her bottom lip softly and deciding to end her bath short. She cleans the house in a hurry, considering she wasn't planning on having guests over.
Of course, Isaac meows when she picks him up and sets him down in multiple spots of the same room, the frantic cleaning spared no man.
She hears a knock at the door in the middle of throwing her laundry into the washing machine. “Fuck, I wish cats could answer doors” she mumbles to herself, tossing a cleaning pod in with it and then walking very calmly (sprinting) toward the front door.
She stood at the front door in a graphic tee and some shorts, her hair was wet – she'd showered. “Hi” Jordan's eyes were like a magnet on her thighs, she only had time to put on a robe after her bath.
“Hi, I thought you had something for me to take care of?” Marie opens the door wider and Jordan takes a few steps in, her hands wrapping around the silk waist of the robe and giving a soft shrug.
“I have a lot of things for you to take care of, but first I wanna do this” The kiss is tight, their bodies gluing together before their lips.
Marie can feel the arousal igniting through her body and straight to her clit in an instant, Jordan doesn't waste any time untying the robe and sliding their hands against her warm skin.
“God, just like that…” Marie begs, Jordan's tongue pushing her slippery folds apart and lapping her juices. She holds her hand tightly in their hair, fingers twitching as the need is brought out with each flick.
She feels like she's strung out like she's been missing this one thing her entire life and now she can't live without it.
Jordan drinks her through and through like a mad woman deprived of something so sanctioned and Marie held the essence of life under the hood of her clit. Jordan desperately wanted to find it.
She stays on her knees through both orgasms, not once complaining of a cramp or speaking. Marie admires it when they're done, kissing her inner thighs and up her abdomen slowly.
She's beautifully hazy, needy, and wrapping her legs around their waist. Jordan shifts to their other form, hand pushing their pants down under the erection when they lock lips.
Marie moans gently, keeping her hands in the back of his hair as he slowly pushes the rise into her.
Her bed is loud, it squeaks and she's so thankful to not have horribly noisy neighbors. Obviously she'd love it if they were dating, to be able to rub the fact she was finally getting laid in their faces. Not that anyone cared enough to know when the last time her unit made this much noise. She wouldn't mind if they were dating, it's soon sure but it wouldn't be a horrible thing. Not like she has time to see anyone else.
Jordan latches onto her collarbone, sucking another hickey into her skin. His breath is heavy and unsteady, each pump edging him closer and closer.
She can feel him pulsing inside of her, the need dripping from him – sweat too. He commands her attention, lifting up and removing his shirt to toss it to the side.
“Look at me” he huffs, his chest and arms flexed and rigid with each firm thrust into her. He was just as solid and hot as she remembered, it was mind-blowing.
It takes her a second but her eyes do land on him again, hands above her head obediently. She watches his face, watches the pleasure written all over his figure, the sweat sheeting down his body, his damp hair bouncing to and fro.
She notes the beautiful vein sticking out on his forehead with his lack of proper airflow and concentration, the entranced look on his chest and neck, and the rest of his face.
Marie is too strung out to focus on the beauty marks drizzled across his profile, but she knows they're still there. He was nothing but shades of pink. His lips, nipples, and the head of him.
She lifts up onto her elbows to gain a better view, her dazed eyes zeroing in on the sight of his shaft barely exiting her before slamming back in with a relentless pace.
She clenched around him needily, his face scrunched up in an instant and he moans loudly “Ah fuck!”
He pulls out of her and they both watch as he finishes both on her thighs and the bed, the room is loud with their breathing – panting.
Neither of them speaks for who knows how long, Jordan's hands are shaking, eyes closed as they regain control of their thoughts.
“That was…” she whispers, eyes shifting around for a second then she realizes the heat still lingering inside of her “Where's the… where's the condom?”
Jordan looks down at his dick, then at the mess he made of her and he sighs deeply “I'm so sorry, I – I wasn't thinking. I'll pay for whatever it is we need to handle this”
They shift, nervousness written all over her face. She quickly pulls the pants back up over herself and feels around for the shirt “I'm usually very thoughtful about wearing protection, this has never happened before”
Marie lays flat on the bed with a loud groan “Can you grab the towel in the bathroom so I can clean this up?”
“Towel and the – yes!” She jogs away and shuffles around mumbling to herself, Marie listens to the struggle and she giggles softly to herself. Fucking adorable.
“It's on the counter!”
Jordan curses loudly and knocks something over with a loud clutter but she returns with the towel. “Found it!” She helps Marie clean herself and offers to drive wherever she needs for the night.
They ended up at the drugstore, which surprisingly carried what she needed.
The entire exchange is extremely uncomfortable for all parties involved. It's a gentleman with white hair and a large mustache trying to take the protective casing off the medicine, scanning it in complete silence, and then Jordan tossing two bags of chips and paired drinks up next to it.
The man sighs wheezily and adds them to the tab. Jordan pays and Marie glances over at her, both of them sharing a mortified look in their eyes.
“I don't think I've been that embarrassed since I found out how to jerk off”
“What the hell does that mean?” Marie looks over to her in the drivers seat and Jordan laughs, shaking their head.
“Well, when you're a 13-year-old with no phone, strict parents who already hate the fact that you're discovering your powers and your body changing not only in normal ways but also in supe ways it leads to a lot of late nights and sometimes long hours in the bathroom trying to figure everything out with the mirror”
Marie already loved where this story was going, she settled in further in the passenger seat, opening one of the bags of chips while Jordan continued.
“I was going through puberty through both sexes, it was a fucking nightmare. It also meant that all the feelings I could've been feeling, the extreme surge in testosterone, the period mood swings. The inappropriate boners and not knowing what to do with them were doubled.”
She looks away now, eyes landing on one of the rings on her hand “I had a friend Connor, who I honestly was kind of in love with but I was too young to use such a strong word. We were hanging out at his after school one day, we were supposed to just be playing board games until my dad picked me up for dinner but somehow we both ended up in his parent's bathroom rifling through…”
“Rifling through…?” Marie whispers eagerly, the story is just getting good, she couldn't be left on a cliffhanger!
Jordan's face flushed and she whispered “his parent's special box.”
“No fucking way, what did you find?” Marie crunches loudly on her chips and Jordan takes a moment to smile at how cute she looks.
Her hair pushed to one side of her shoulder, the hoodie she was wearing belonged to Jordan, and of course that shit-eating grin of excitement.
Marie noticed this, the pause felt like it was lasting much longer than it actually was. She felt like this was heavier than just a few hookups, they were sharing things. They were sharing together.
Were they dating?
“Well, we found condoms, obviously a few sex toys but we didn't know what they were at the time. At least I didn't. Connor had a phone, a laptop, and an iPad with unregulated access to all. He introduced me to a lot of things… a lot”
Marie was gauging the vibe that there was more to Connor than just being a best friend. “Did you guys ever…?” She asks and Jordan's beautiful plump lips curve ever so slightly.
She would take that as her answer.
“After we found the box, Connor took some of the condoms and we went back to his room. He asked me – well in our juvenile way – I'm just going to paraphrase. He asked me if I was hard and –”
“Oh wow very direct”
“And he asked if I wanted to get off with him. If it isn't obvious by now, he watched a lot of porn. So we locked ourselves in his bedroom and… well. He kind of taught me that I enjoy it”
Marie tries not to let any expression cross her but she's never had a good poker face. She and Jordan sit in silence for a moment, this is a vulnerable memory, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing and ruin this.
“I'd obviously touched it before but never like this, so when I came. I was very surprised by the mess”
Marie laughs, hand flying to her mouth to stop it short but Jordan was trying to fight a smile as well. Lip tucked firmly between their pearl teeth while she shook her head.
“I'm sorry! I'm not laughing at you I swear I'm – I'm not!”
“I had to change shirts before my dad showed up and saw”
Marie laughs harder, her sides beginning to hurt at this point.
“You came on your shirt?” She asks in a nearly hysterical voice, her laugh filling the car at this point.
Jordan can only pretend not to laugh so much longer, they rub the bridge of their nose and laugh with her, shaking their head. “I – I didn't know what was going to happen”
They're both laughing at the story, Jordan had just bought her emergency contraption and snacks and they were laughing.
This was the first time she felt it in a while, that familiar buzzing feeling at the base of her belly. She almost didn't notice it at first and she wouldn't have if it weren't for that beautiful twinkle in their eyes or the way the light shone on them from the convenience store.
Jordan takes a sip from their drink whenever the laughter subsides and she sighs gently. “I've not told anyone that story since it happened and I definitely didn't expect this reaction”
“Was it too much?” She asks with a quiet voice, hopefully it didn't ruin things but she could never be sure. She’s been told she can be too much.
Jordan doesn't look at her for a few moments, thumb running across the lid of her drink container. “It was fine, it wasn't too much”
“Okay…” Marie whispers, she moves to rest a hand on her leg over the center console. “How about we go back to mine and order takeout?”
Please say yes.
Jordan looks at her hand and then at her face, Marie feels the buzzing again. She knows what the feeling is immediately and she hopes to god Jordan is feeling it too.
“Yeah, how about pizza?”
The pizza turns very quickly into Marie sinking two fingers into Jordan's core. Their noses touching, not a word shared between them and only their breath mingling.
Jordan whimpers with each firm curve inward, a hand resting above her head and the other resting on Marie's face.
This was more than just sex.
Marie studied their face like this, the lines in the center of their forehead where the pleasure was etched into their face like fine marbled statues.
The perspiration gathered at their hairline, the bright pink hickeys bitten into the front and side of their neck – the base of their jaw.
She sings a beautiful melody, moans staggering and begging for release.
Marie wanted to give her that satisfaction, that drop in the base of her being. She wanted her to come.
“Less pressure – not there just, okay… okay that's good”
Marie shifts her tongue twice then she flattens it ever so slightly against Jordan's clit. The hood was pulled up by her thumb, legs hanging over her shoulders.
She doesn't remember falling asleep, she remembers waking up in the middle of the night still huddled between their legs and Jordan snoring above her.
She wants to laugh, but she's too worn out so she becomes the big spoon instead. This figure is not much smaller than Marie's.
She pulled the blanket over the top of them, snuggling up against her and wasting no time falling back to sleep.
Okay, so maybe they were dating.
“That's it, let it all out”
Jordan held Maries thick locs with both hands as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She was humiliated, and she felt like garbage and holy shit female contraception was horrible.
She told them so between each yak and Jordan could only nod understandingly. They hadn't really used any forms of contraception besides a condom before, they knew the pills and such were pretty common yet had a million negative side effects.
“This is so gross, you should leave” Marie groans, reaching toward the tissue hanging next to them. Before she can fully grab it, she's going again.
Jordan grabs a handful of tissue and keeps it taut for when she finishes. “I'm not gonna leave you, let me take care of this for you”
She wants to disappear.
She wants to curl up far far away from Jordan and vanish completely to never be seen again but they wouldn't let her do that. As much as she begged while Jordan guided her to the sink and then to her bed immediately after.
“Can I get you anything?” Her beautiful and considerate partner asks the short list of food options ignites the flaming nausea in her stomach and holy shit she wants to go again but they quickly shift it to blankets, a heating pad, and ice chips.
She nods her head for all of them. Especially the ice chips.
“My fridge only makes cubes but if you put it in the blender –”
“It'll make it easier for you to enjoy it? I'll take care of everything and be back in a few minutes” Jordan gently brushes their thumb across her cheek and presses a kiss to her forehead before they exit the bedroom.
Marie closed her eyes, listening to the sound of Jordan being so comfortable and familiar in her kitchen. They had kind of been staying here the past few nights, since that conversation in their car.
She liked how close they'd grown the past few weeks, and was so insanely grateful to have met them when she did.
Jordan rides the wave of sickness for the next two days, bringing her ice chips and plain crackers since she couldn't stomach anything else.
They lay on their side next to her while she complains on and on about the horrible state of women's healthcare and how plan B is the standard despite the poison she's ensuing and not taking out the problem from the root.
“Men are the real issue, why is it all on my shoulders? My eggs are not the problem, it's your little swimmers that make the situation dire” She motions to Jordan's lap and he grabs one of the spare pillows, shifting forms while she cackles in front of them.
“Last time I checked you enjoyed my swimmers!” It's such a weak argument, they can tell after she makes a face.
Marie budges the pillow with her palm and Jordan laughs before growing more serious with her. “I hear what you're saying, I guess I just never thought about it in that way”
It was such a small moment, such a small conversation that Marie even forgot about it a few days after it was said and done and the couple went back to their respective 9-5 jobs.
It was such an insignificant complaint because that's just the way the healthcare system worked. Why stop the problem at the root when you can make more of a payday by forcing people to buy multiples of this afterthought product with symptoms so bad it has you buying products to combat those as well.
It was such a normal thing to bitch about, it was such a normal thing that Jordan agreed with her.
She wasn't expecting it, but it's Jordan so she really should've.
Jordy: What's the squirrel from the Ice Age movies called???
Me: how the hell would I know
Jordy: me and him both have no nuts
Me: ???
Jordy:
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It was a photo of him sitting in his car with a bag of ice pressed against his lap. Marie furrowed her brows, did he get injured?
Me: what the hell are you talking about?
Jordy: I got snipped, after ur complaint the other day.
Jordy: No more morning-after pills yay!
Marie swears that was the moment she fell in love with them but she knows it was much sooner, much more gradual than just a slap in the face.
She knows it was one of the many nights when they came over to her apartment after a grueling day of posing and just fell into her arms, open mouth snoring, and lighting her body up with their blazing body heat.
She knew it was a slow sprout, like the flowers she loved to paint emerging after such a white winter in the ground.
If Marie were to describe their relationship, she wouldn't have used the word sudden at all. She would have gone into the detail of being unable to walk away from such an enticing and surprising one-night stand by such a beautiful soul.
She would've talked about the way they laughed in the car together that night, the way Jordan's intense gaze wasn't only reserved for her but for anyone who had the pleasure of capturing the entirety of their attention at any given moment.
She would've mentioned the flustered baristas when they were getting drinks in the morning, or the store clerks stuttering over their words in order to ‘flirt back’ and immediately be shut down by Jordan mentioning they were in fact entangled with Marie (who was always watching the interaction with an amused expression on her face).
“I need to tell you how much that meant to me,” she began while Jordan lay on his stomach with his eyes closed just enjoying the feel of her blunt nails passing through his hair slowly.
They were sweaty and exhausted and it was only 5 in the afternoon. She was always ever impressed by their stamina (she's told them such before)
“That? Baby, I already know” Jordan opens very tired dark brown eyes to look at her, she smooshes their fluffy hair down onto their forehead and in the way of their view and laughs at the annoyed expression.
“ Not this, I mean the other week… when you got that procedure for me” She decides to be sweet again and she gently brushes the hair all the way out of their face, relishing in the way their eyes flutter a few times while looking back at her.
“I mean I don't even think it can be labeled an actual procedure, it was so easy and painless” he lifts up slightly, tucking the pillow under his chin and between his arms. There went those eyes again, the soul reading slicing deep ones that led them to the bedroom many many times.
The same eyes Marie forced him to keep open while he buried his cock in her, their bodies trembling with the heat after every single bust.
His beautiful unwavering gaze is often hidden behind the messy mop, brows furrowed and hands firmly spreading her open while she shivered against his attacking tongue on her.
“I know it was such an easy thing for you but still…” she tilts her head slightly and Jordan does the same with a half smile.
“But still…” he repeats quietly and she suddenly finds herself bashful.
“But still…” she starts again, just as quiet “Thank you, Jordy” She reaches for him and he meets her hand halfway, pulling their intertwined palms to his lips and pressing a few kisses.
“You don't have to thank me for making your life easier, that unfortunately might be ingrained in my DNA now”
Something about the seriousness of it, the simplicity of them deciding that she was important enough to do such a thing. Deciding that she was suddenly one of their priorities in their life, when had she become such a priority?
Apparently, she was crying, Jordan was sitting up and scooting the pillow out of the way and taking her into their beautiful arms.
“You're alright, you're perfectly fine…okay?”
They were so sweet, they were so kind that she barely knew what to do with herself most of the time.
She lets Jordan hold her while she cries on their chest. She lets Jordan hold her when she says over and over that she doesn't know why she's even crying.
She lets Jordan hold her when she's breathless, her body is weak and she's in and out of her slumber and their heartbeat is steady under her ear.
She lets Jordan be there for her in ways she never thought she would need another person for. She's understood the baseline for someone being a muse but actually having that feeling, to look at Jordan doing the most mundane of tasks and wondering how beautifully it would be translated to her canvas, her array of paints mixed together to make the beautiful shades of hickeys she'd bite into their thigh, neck, collar bones.
When talking about their love, she would have mentioned the night she began painting them. It was a few weeks and at least two dozen amazing orgasms after Jordan's vasectomy.
Jordan was fresh out of a workout, opening her apartment door with the key she had custom-made for them to come over whenever they wanted.
Her hand was glued to the space in their lower back, pushing the muscles there as she stepped into the house and smiled at Marie on the couch with a book.
“Hey, how was the gym?” Marie closed the book and stood up to greet her with open arms.
It's a short kiss but it makes a large smile blossom on her face all the while, she wraps both arms around their shoulders while Jordan simply shrugs.
“It was abusive, I have been trying to rub this knot out of my side the whole drive but I think I need a hot soak…”
“I will set it up, grab something to drink and meet me in there” Marie kissed her again and left her in the living room.
She tried to be the best girlfriend she could, she tried to be as thoughtful and proactive as she could be for such an attentive and naturally perfect partner as her Jordy .
She runs the hot bath, the lavender bubbles jumping to life at her. With the steam radiating the room she decides to make it a little less stressful, she lights a few candles and turns off one of the overhead bathroom lights.
Something about the scenery got the gears turning, something about the way the candle flames were dancing on the counter and the one on the edge of the tub made her smile.
When Jordan walks in she nearly laughs at the sight of Marie throwing the colors onto the canvas of the exterior of the bathtub. “What's all this?”
Marie looks up from the canvas and gives a small smile “I… I started getting inspired, is this alright? I know it's me and you and it's different than a class”
Jordan nods, rubbing a spot on their shoulder before they begin stripping down to get into the tub. “It's fine, it's like I'm your muse or something”
It's a passing comment, a moment that she could throw away and forget about. Jordan sinks into the water with a pleased groan that makes Marie melt.
She melts even more at the fact that Jordan doesn't even realize, they don't even know that word. That word. Strikes a nerve somewhere deep in her.
She climbs off the stool and moves closer to the bathtub, she captures Jordan in such a world-spinning kiss that the speed of it makes her own head spin.
She groans under her touch, the hands wrapped up in her hair and tugging their bodies together despite the suds and the hot water splashing over the edge of the tub and soaking parts of her clothing.
Marie can't seem to get enough, her mouth is relentless, teeth taking Jordan's bottom lip in her mouth.
Jordan could only moan and slide their legs together in the water, when Marie's hands parted them they had to break from the kiss to look at her with their blown-out pupils. “You're very – God ”
It's easy to slip two fingers in her, the knuckle hitting her pelvis flush. “You are my muse” Marie's voice is husky, her energy only feeding harder and harder into this moment, this incredibly hot moment.
Jordan's hands are slippery, and sudsy as they claw at her shoulders. Trying to get them closer without dragging her into the tub with them, the porcelain barrier made her feel like they were a million miles away while Marie hooked her fingers inside her, each curve making a spot in her forearm burn in a new and creative way.
“You're so beautiful…” she whispered, watching the way those furrowed brows melted and her entire face bloomed with red.
“I look at you and I feel so… inspired” she finished with a subtle shake of her head. Marie gently tugs the hair at the back of her neck and she moans loudly, following every move with an arch and needy hands trying and trying but failing to grab where she wanted.
Marie had most of the weight pushed into her knees and her elbows on the edge of the tub to support herself.
“You make me want to paint you, over and over” Her hand shifts from inside her lover to the clit hidden under her hood and she begins tugging it side to side to accentuate each of her words.
Jordan bites her bottom lip, trying to keep still and not being able to but Marie doesn't care. Marie was reacting just as strongly to this unsatiated energy as Jordan was to giving it.
The weeks have moved fast, sure, but nothing was as fast as the way Marie learned their body. Memorized which spots, in particular, made them tick, which ones brought them closer to that coveted orgasm, and which ones would require a long night of cuddling.
Marie could even figure out how to pull which reaction she desired from them. She chalked it up to her perceptive abilities but Jordan swears she's magic.
Her teeth find the unmarked skin on the front of her throat and she decides to change that. Biting her hard enough to draw blood but knowing she could handle the pain, knowing that she even fucking likes it.
“Baby –” she pleads, her hips getting more frenzied with this added component. “Please, please” she whines, sloshing the water over the edge yet again and onto her partner and the floor.
Marie smiles against her skin and she does as is requested of her, it doesn't take much longer in fact. She tugs her up once, then twice, then again and Jordan is seizing up with the pleasure.
Marie pulls back from her throat, holding her by the nape of her neck as she comes. It's a beautiful thing, the stutter of her lip, the way all she can do is whine.
The pair doesn't pass a word between them, it's all pants and whimpers from a very disheveled and well-screwed Jordan.
Her eyelids hung heavy over thoroughly blown-out pupils and her midnight doe eyes were unfocused in the dark room around them.
She clears her throat tiredly, rubbing Marie's bicep hanging over the side of the tub. “That's one way to end a workout… How often can I get this treatment?”
With an easy smile, Marie gave her one last tug before shifting the hand up to her hip “As often as you request my dear,” she pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead then she leaned back on her haunches.
Jordan leaned slowly against the back of the tub, the cool porcelain contrasting with the hot steam and the fuzzy bubbles in the water above her.
The jet black hair was stuck to their neck and forehead and now the tub. Their body is pink and shimmering with not only the shine of the water but the glow of their orgasm.
“You are a vision, a magnificent gorgeous site that I am so blessed to be a part of” She sits back up on the stool she was previously sitting at and lifts the paint brush again.
“You can't just say stuff like that casually and expect me not to swoon” Jordan sits up a little bit in the water but Marie makes a motion for her to stay still. “What are you doing?” She giggles, her cheeks flushing darker.
Marie glanced at her face for a moment, a few broad strokes over her canvas then she began quietly, her tone matching the aura of the bathroom now. “I want to paint you, I want to memorize you perfect and beautiful like this”
Jordan is stunned and silent, her eyes unwavering on her lover yet lighting ablaze with tears. “Nobody has ever spoken to me like you do, or cared for me like this”
“It's almost like I'm in love with you” Marie grabs a second brush, dabbing it in the dark brown mixture and adding it to the canvas in a few steady strokes.
“You're…”
“I am”
“Oh,” she says quietly, looking down into the water. She pads around for a few moments then smiles a little wider “Me too”
“I know” Marie adds airly, it's nice when it's like this. When the world flips upside down and they're on opposite sides of the table like that first conversation.
“You know?” Jordan draws playfully, lifting her head back to position and Marie looks at her over the canvas.
“I do”
They share a playful look, she understands more every day. And every day she enjoys the privilege of removing layer by layer of them.
The clothes, the reason behind their feelings, the reason behind their shifting.
And somehow, inexplicably so, with each removed layer she felt closer to the center of their very being.