Imagine wanting to paint a picture, but not being sure of what to paint. You sat outside in the grass searching the world around you for inspiration, but you could find nothing.

"Love, what are you doing out here, it's freezing," your boyfriend Roger said as he strolled over and sat next to you, wrapping a blanket around the two of you.

You let out a sigh and leaned your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"I need to paint something," you said plainly.

"Then let's go paint something," he said as he rested his chin on the top of your head. 

"That's the problem, I've nothing to paint, no inspiration."

"Love," he said as he lifted your head to give you a smile, "there's plenty of inspiration, you're just not looking closely enough."

You looked into his pretty eyes and admired his smile as he spoke. The way his laugh lines curved around his lips and the way his eyes crinkled ever so slightly when he smiled made you giddy each time you looked at him. He really was beautiful. Then, it hit you.

"You're right, you know."

"About what?" He asked.

"I just wasn't looking closely enough," you said as you rubbed his nose with yours, "but now, I am."

"What do you see?"

"My next painting," you said as you stood up and pulled him along with you.

"What is it?"

"You," you said as you stood on your toes to place a kiss on his lips.

"Me?" He said against them, making you giggle.

You simply nodded and took his hand in yours to bring him inside.

"Now, just sit right there with your guitar, and stay still," you said as you placed him by the window with a view of the gloomy sky outside.

He stayed still as long as he possibly could, which was only about two minutes.

"So," he started, trying to keep from moving, "how long do I have to stay like this?"

"Well," you said as you moved your paintbrush gently over the page, "it may be awhile."

"(Y/n)," he whined, making you giggle again which caused him to start laughing.

You pointed your paintbrush at him and attempting to stop laughing as you spoke, "Stay still!" You commanded through your laughter.

He had moved slightly out of the position he'd been in from all the laughing and you still didn't notice, but he did.

"Darling, I think I've lost my position, would you mind helping me back to it?"
He asked, giving you the most innocent look he could.

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously as you slowly made your way over to him.

"Alright, this hand was here on the neck of the guitar and this hand was about right-"

"Here?" He asked as he slid his arm around your waist.

"No," you laughed as you tried to slap him off.

"I could have sworn it was," he said as he set the guitar down and quickly wrapped both of his arms around you to pull you into his lap, "and I'm quite sure you were here, in my lap, yes?"

"Roger, you ass-"

"Shh," he said as he moved his head so he could kiss your neck, "let me have my fun."

You let out a sigh as you felt his lips move against the sweet spot of your neck. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he started leaving love bites on your exposed skin, making you let out little moans as he did so.

"Roger, the painting," you breathed, trying to escape the trance he'd put you in.

"Mmhm," he said as he moved up your jaw and found your lips, "we'll still make a painting, you'll see," he said in between kisses.

"How?" You asked.

He slowly began to lift your shirt over your head and he did the same with his as he continued to kiss you.

"Watch," he breathed as he lifted you in his arms and went towards the tarp the was on the floor near the paint.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and continued to kiss him, starting to forget about your painting as you felt him nibble your bottom lip. You tangled your fingers in his long hair and began to get lost in his kiss. Without your notice, he had reached his hand down to grab a can of paint, all the while keeping his lips on yours so you were distracted. He lifted his arm up with the paint and dumped it onto the both of you, making you squeal in shock.

"Roger!" You yelled as he started laughing, "What on earth did you just do?"

"I told you, we're making a painting," he whispered as he took his hand and wiped some of the paint off of your face and leaned into your ear, letting his lips brush against it as he spoke, "shall we continue then?"

He pulled away to raise his eyebrows at you while he waited for a response. 
You bit your lip as he squeezed you a little tighter in his arms and his eyes watched you excitedly.

"I think we shall," you whispered before you crashed into his lips again.

He laid you down on the tarp, paint all over the two of you, and you couldn't have cared less. You had got what you wanted, and it was quite a painting.

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