A Model Student

The sun can go fuck itself. Light protrudes from the half-closed blinders, and relentlessly assaults your sleepy face. The alarm on your phone blasts out "Sour Times". You used to really like that song, but ever since you've used it as a morning alarm tone, you've hated it. The reach for your phone is oddly unobstructed. It's rare that Ollie is up before you.

You groggily open the door to the living room and spot Olivia sitting on the couch playing video games.
"Good morning, Asta." she says enthusiastically, although without moving her head away from the TV screen.
"'Morning." you reply sleepily.
You grab a cup of coffee in the kitchen and return to the living room.
"What the hell are you playing?" you ask. The game looks old... and weird.
"I'm playing Harvester."
"Why?"
"It's a cult classic."
"I sincerely doubt that."
"Yeah, it's kinda shit."
You look at the terrible game for a couple of minutes.
"Did you just hand that guy a spinal chord?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because the guy told me to."
"And you just complied?"
"Yeah, I need to become a member of the lodge, so me and my maybe girlfriend can leave this weird town."
"Whose spinal chord is that?"
"My girlfriend's."
Of course it is.
"And why does the guy need a spinal chord?"
"I dunno."
Video games are weird.
"Where's Vee?" you ask changing the subject as quickly as possible: "Out jogging?"
"No, she's in the storage room. She's painting."
"That has to be cold. There is no heat in there. Why didn't she just take it all up into the apartment?"
"She said she didn't want to make a mess."
"But we bought rosin paper for exactly that purpose."
"That's what I said, but you know how she is."
Yeah, you do.
"I'm gonna check on her." you say.
"That's just a bad excuse to get to her in private." Ollie teases. It wouldn't have been so bad, if it wasn't for the fact that she was right.
"No, it's not." you lie.
"Yeah... it totally is."
"No, it seriously isn't."
"Yes it is."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yuh-huh."
"Why can't you just believe me?"
"Well, you always were a kidder, Astrid."
"BYE!" you yell in defeat.

You have this old portable radiator gathering dust in the kitchen. You bought it before you realized that the kitchen actually has underfloor heating and you just hadn't found the thermostat. You ask Ollie to help you carry it down the stairs. You roll it out in the small courtyard and into the storage room.
"Hey, honey." you say as you roll in the radiator.
"Good morning, love. You didn't have to get the radiator for me." she greets back.
"It's not normal to paint while wearing a ski jacket." you reply: "Your fingers will freeze off if you keep this up."
You set the radiator to the only plug in the storage room, and you set it to max heat.
"Why must you always do this?" you ask her.
"Do what?"
"Make me worried about you like this?"
"I didn't mean to. In fact-"
"I know why you did it, but could you just please stop?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you me-"
"You can't put yourself in the cold like this. We bought rosin paper so you could paint in the apartment where it's warm. You always try so hard to not get in my way, and while that's a nice sentiment, you always do it in this unrealistic way, where I have to do something about it anyways."
"So I bother you?" Vee looks a bit perplexed at the sudden conflict.
"No, you worry me. You need to take better care of yourself."
"I just want to make you happy."
"And I just want to make your life carefree. I love you, Vanessa. It's a shame that you don't."
Vanessa wells up, and springs into your arms in desperation.
"I just want to make you happy." she repeats.
"You already have." you comfort her while you stroke the back of her head: "I just don't want you to do something stupid in order to satisfy me. I need you to be happy as well."
"If you are happy, then I am happy."
"Your happiness cannot be solely tied to mine, or even just mine and Ollie's. You need to find some inner ambition to satisfy."
"But all I want is you."
"But that is a very unhealthy way to be in a relationship. You say you are happy, and I believe you, but will you always be that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Of course you are happy now. You've just gone from being homeless to living with your sister and a new-found lover. But it's been two weeks. How will you feel in a year? What if I died or selfishly left you? If all of your being is tied to me, you are leaving yourself extremely and unnecessarily vulnerable. I want you to be happy, not just today, or tomorrow, but also next year, and the year after, and ten years from now. Why won't you allow me that?"
Vanessa doesn't have an answer instead she just cries into your chest.

That's when you notice the blank canvas.
"Having trouble painting?" you ask to change the topic to something more pleasant.
"Yeah... I don't know what to paint."
"Well, there is a lot of different things you can paint. Sometimes when I'm stuck in the design process I just try the very first thing that pops in my mind. Even if it turns out bad, then I'm at least in creative motion. Just think of anything and then paint that. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece, just a nice warm-up."
"Can I paint you?"
The heat in the storage room has quickly risen, but you're not entirely sure that it's because of the radiator.
"Sure." you reply hesitantly.

Vanessa tells that she needs to paint the background first. She takes off her vinter jacket to revealing the upper half of the coverall you bought for her to paint in. She takes out a big brush and slaps some acrylic paint all over the canvas. You use the paint drying time to go back to the apartment, and make some quick sandwiches. You bring it back down, and as you both eat you small talk with your girlfriend about painting. Vanessa slurs out terms like "underbinding" and "airbrush medium" and other things you've never heard of. After about forty minutes of eating and talking Vanessa deems the paint dry enough for the next coat... the coat of you.

You sit down on your old bed that you moved down here after getting the king sized one.
"Uhm..." Vanessa say looking at you with an apologetic look.
"What's the matter?" you ask.
"Could... could you strip?" she asks in a meek tone.
She's already seen everything... up close, so you suspect the reason why she is shy about is because she dislikes burdening you with the cold air. However, this time around it was about making Vee happy, no matter the cost, so, naturally, you take your clothes off.
The radiator is fighting a brave battle against the Wisconsinite weather, but it has its limits. You can feel your nipples stiffen as the cold hand of January brushes against your breasts. Vanessa locks the door to the storage room, no doubt having your privacy in mind... and maybe her own as well.

You sit naked on a bed in a storage room filled with art supplies and an old sofa raised up on its side to minimize the usage of floor space. Vanessa take the back cushion of the old sofa and plops them down between you and the wall. A make-shift couch in a bind.
"Okay," Vanessa instructs: "Sit here like you would normally sit on a sofa."
You comply and you sit with your rump pressed to cushion and both legs on the ground. The concrete floor is super cold, but you keep the complaining inside. Knowing Vanessa, if you told her that the floor was cold she would probably halt the entire operation.
"Okay, then swing your left leg on top of your right, so your left ankle is at your right knee."
You do so.
"Now, lean back, and rest your right arm on top of the couch cushion, almost like you're trying to get to first base with an invisible girl."
You giggle at the analogy: "Why would I get to first base with an invisible girl, when I can get a homerun with a lovely real one."
She smiles knowingly in return. You put your arm on the couch.
"Oh, could you move your hair so it's parted by your breasts? I would rather not having it cover your nipples."
You slide some of your brown hair in between your breasts, and some to the side.
"Finally, put your left hand on your left knee."
Well, you don't know how long this will take, but having to stretch your arm in this position for a long time could get tiring. All in the all the pose you are carrying out seems to be kind of a casual but cool pose.
"Okay, now just look kind of smug while staying still."
"Well, that's easy. Smugness is my default facial expression."

She first spends ten minutes roughly sketching you before getting to the canvas proper.
You sit there for about two hours, getting a short stretch-out break every fifteen minutes or so.

"I'm done." Vanessa says monotonously looking intently at her canvas.
You get up, and look at the canvas.
It looks just like you. It looks almost better than you actually. It's kind of arousing and embarrassing to have a painting of you naked. She has been really detailed with your private parts. You can see everything in the painting... everything.
"Wow, this is really beautiful." you say sincerely.
"Thanks... you sure?"
"Yeah, I mean, when you paint me there is no way for it to NOT be beautiful, but still..." you tease with a smug grin.
"Agreed." Vanessa says lovingly. You kiss.
"I did think you would make it surreal though. This is a lot more straightforward than I anticipated."
"It's not done yet." she answers: "I've just painted the part that I needed you to model for."
"It's kind of erotic, ain't it?"
"Yeah, it was kind of hard to focus on the painting." she answers with a goofy grin.
"Was I alright as a model? I don't have any experience, so I don't know if I did well."
"You were great, honey. Although there is just one thing."
"Oh, what's that?"
"You made me really horny with your perfect body." she says with a voice filled with embarrassment.
"Well, we can't have that." you say with a mock sultry voice: "Plus, I'm freezing here. A nice warm body would be perfect right around now."
"You horndog." Vee giggles: "Alrighty then. I'll entertain you this once."
Vee unbuttons the coverall and lets it fall to the floor.
"Do you wear one-piece clothing exclusively to be able to do that?" you ask with a smug but aroused smile.
"Yeah, kinda." she admits giggling.
Vee quickly and unceremoniously undoes her lingerie.

You lie down on the bed. Vee throws the sofa cushions away, and sits above you.
The storage room is dimly lit with a single light bulb hanging loosely from the ceiling and a bit of natural sunlight coming from a tiny window that's mostly obstructed by the sofa.
Vanessa looks down at your presented body.
"Your breasts are absolutely amazing, Astrid."
"Really?" you ask with a sly grin as you reach down to grab a marker that Vanessa had left on the floor.
"It's just," you continue as you start to draw dashed lines under your breasts: "I think I need a surgical cut here... and here..."
Vanessa grins as she leans down and gently suckle on your breasts. You moan in pleasure.
"Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?" Vanessa asks looking up from your tits.
"Not really." you shrug.
"I was thinking of getting one, since I love the artistry behind it, but I don't know what it should look like." she says in teasing manner.
"I have an idea." you say mischievously as you lead the marker towards the belly her belly.
You draw a heart around her belly button. You then draw an arrow going through it. Lastly you write: "Vee + Asta" in the middle of it.
"Aww, how cute!" Vanessa exclaims.
You saw another marker on the floor. A red one. Without being able to see the floor you feel around for it.

Suddenly you feel a cold clambering feeling surrounding your hand. You know instantly what you have done. You've stuck your hand inside a paint bucket. Vanessa snickers.
You slowly pull your hand out of the bucket and let some of the paint drip back into the bucket, then with the lightningest of speeds you grab Vee's right breast, smearing it in a nice shade of green. With a satisfied victorious smirk you look into Vee's shocked expression.
She then gets a competitive looking facial expression. She then flings her hand to the side of the bed, and you hear a small splash. Your worst fear is confirmed as a blue splash of paint is flung on your belly.
Both you and Vee quickly soaks your other hand in your colour.
It's paint battle time!

ROUND 1: FIGHT!!!

You smear and smear everywhere. Unfortunately Vanessa has the advantage of being on top. Despite it being a fiercely competitive battle, you are both very careful to avoid the face, hair, and orifices.
After the battle you look like a smurf.
"Why so blue?" Vanessa teases.
"Ah, shut it She-Hulk." you bite back.
"Well, I think given the circumstances we can rule out oral pleasure... and fingering."
"Yeah, as funny as would it would be to redefine "finger painting", we should probably keep this stuff out of our insides."
That really only left you one option.

"You ready for this, dear?" you ask.
"I've never tried this before." she answers.
"Ah, so you are a bit green?" you say with an arrogantly self-satisfied look on your face.
"I'm gonna scissor you as quickly as possible to shut you up."
"Nothing says romance more than haste."
"It's haste or chaste. You choose." You giggle as you verbally play-fight.
You lift your left leg, and Vee's left leg slides under yours.

As your lower lips kiss, you exchange lewd smiles.
"Let's do this, honey." Vee says under her breath.
You just enthusiastically nod, as you start to grind against each other.
Paint drips onto the sheets below you as you start to vigorously slap each other's lower torsos together.
"Oh, fuck..." you gasp: "I didn't realize this could feel this good."
"I know." Vee replies: "It feels so primal. So carnal. SO RAW!"
Vanessa grabs a hold of your leg leaving two blue hand prints, and pistons her vagina into yours.
"Hmm... yes... give it to me, love." Vanessa moans, almost grunts. You lean upwards and while scissoring to the best of your ability you kiss your love deeply. You moan and groan into each other's mouths while you sloppily and desperately try to make out. You wouldn't exactly call the sex you are having graceful, but it's impassioned and it feels real and earnest.
It's not romantic in the conventional way, but it's definitely romantic in some way.

As you open your eyes, and rediscover Vanessa's eyes, being even greener than her skin, you feel it. An orgasm. There is no built up. No warning. Just sudden euphoric release. You scream. A good scream. Possibly the best there is.
Vee's eyes widen for a second before realizing what is happening. As your mind shatters, the only whole thought left inside your skull is how much you love Vanessa.
You snap out of your daze by Vanessa starting to grind again, having not found release yet. To help her out, you start to rhythmically grind your hips in sync with your lover. You grab two handfuls of tits and start to caress them. Vanessa starts to moan again.
"I love it, when you play with my breasts." she manages to moan, but you can hear she has trouble focusing on anything else but the pleasure.
You work harder to pleasure her, and before long, she screams as well. More subdued as you. Maybe her body was nice enough to give her a warning first.
Exhausted you look lovingly at each other.

You just know that Olivia is going to have a field day with you turning up in the apartment with marker doodles and paint all over with inexplicably unsullied clothes.