Title: Creative Liberties
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. No copyright infringement is intended.

Summary: Wolfram turns out to have quite the imagination as an artist.

A/N: This was written as a birthday drabble for Alequinn Sedai! It also went into my 100 Situation challenge.

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"What are you painting, Wolfram?"

Wolfram whirled around, startled by Yuuri's sudden appearance. He spread his arms and stepped in front of the canvas, trying to cover it.

"It's nothing, really. You won't like it."

"Oh, come on, give me some credit. I might not be an art buff, but I surely can appreciate a fine piece." Yuuri smiled winningly at Wolfram. "I like it better already, now that you abandoned those awful smelly paints for the gouaches I brought you from Earth."

Not in the least bit taken in by Yuuri's rather poor attempt at sweet talk, Wolfram protectively moved even closer to the painting. "Yeah, well, that's great and all, but I simply won't show it to you! It's not finished yet anyway, and a true artist never shows his work before completion."

Nodding in apparent understanding Yuuri made as if to go to the window, but as he moved pass the canvas he suddenly tackled Wolfram, effectively pulling him away from it.

Wolfram snarled as Yuuri stared at the revealed painting. "What is this, Wolfram?"

"Well, what does it look like, you silly wimp?! It's a painting of you!" This was delivered with biting sarcasm and a heavy eye roll.

"I can see that, but why are you there with me? I am pretty sure that the two of us never posed for a portrait. And come to think of it I don't remember ever being in that park alley with you. And why are there orange leaves falling all around us?"

"Oh, you know it's to add to the whole atmosphere of the piece – I call it 'The Autumn Twirl'." Wolfram said offhandedly, pretending to examine his fingernails while sneaking glances at Yuuri's reaction to the painting.

"Well, all right, I suppose. But then why do you have your hand around my waist?"

"Umm... Just before the moment captured here I tripped and had to grab onto something to keep myself from falling?..." Wolfram tried his most charming smile on Yuuri.

"OK, but that still does not explain why your lips are planted on my cheek." Yuuri leaned in to inspect the painting a little better. "Or why I am gazing adoring back at you. Or why my hand is behind us somewhere, presumably on your ass! I must say that this is as far away from reality as we will ever get!"

"Err... Pfft... you know, it's called 'taking creative liberties'. It's a completely acceptable creative technique. And anyway this was meant as a birthday present for someone."

Yuuri made a face at this last sentence, "Please, who would want this for a present?!"

"I'll have you know that hundreds of our fangirls, not to mention the occasional fanboy, would die to get their hands on this painting!"

"What?!..."

"Err... Did I say hundreds? I simply meant the castle maids. They are quite the fans of yours, you know. But this is actually a present for your mother's birthday. I think she'll like it."

There was no arguing with that logic, "Yeah, she would love that for sure."

"And not only painted on a canvas, but in the flesh as well..." Wolfram mumbled under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. I was thinking that the autumn motif of this makes it that much warmer and romantic. I sometimes wish we really could take walks like this..." Wolfram's eyes narrowed calculatingly. "Hey, Yuuri?"

"Yeah?"

"How about we turn at least one part of this fictional piece into reality?" Yuuri stared at him blankly. "Fancy a stroll down a certain park alley?"

"Yeah, sure. No harm in that," nodded Yuuri good-naturedly, turning around and walking to the door.

Wolfram followed him, smirking to himself, 'And who knows, I might just find enough rocks down there to trip over and end up falling into your arms...'