Prompt: Paint Me Requested by frakkingblerg. (Write a drabble about one character drawing a picture of another [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift.])
Sharon slowly let the charcoal pencil slide across her sketch pad as she looked from the blonde on her bed to the large book on her lap. It was early in the morning and her blonde girlfriend was still fast asleep. Sharon had wanted to draw the younger woman for as long as she'd known her. She'd traced her body with her eyes and fingers so many times, but she was never able to fully capture the true beauty of her small frame the way she wanted. There was something about the curves and dips of her body that was artistic in Sharon's eyes and it had been something she wanted to get on paper for quite some time.
She was halfway done when Brenda started reaching out in the bed, her hand searching the emptiness. Sharon smiled lightly to herself, knowing very well that the younger woman was looking for her, but she wanted to finish her picture. She continued to draw smooth lines on the paper, eyes flicking from Brenda's body to the creation she was making.
"Sharon, get in the bed," Brenda groaned when she turned her head and saw Sharon in the armchair. Brenda had woken up many times to find Sharon already awake, usually reading, but she didn't appreciate waking up to an empty bed.
Sharon smiled as she rested her pencil down. "Go back to sleep," she whispered.
Brenda licked her lips and attempted to get up, but before she was up, Sharon was standing from the chair. "What do you have there?" Brenda asked, reaching out.
Sharon held the book away from her. "I was working on something," she told her simply. She held the book to her as she sat on the edge of the bed. Brenda raised a questioning eyebrow and reached for the book. "It's not finished."
"Lemme see." She reached for it with a grabby hand and was denied. "Baby," she whined tiredly. "C'mon."
Sharon hated sharing her artwork with others; she always wanted it to be perfect before anyone saw it, but she could never get it perfect. She looked at Brenda with her sleepy eyes and the blonde smiled one of those smiles that were always her weakness. She passed her the book slowly, but Brenda grabbed it, turning it over quickly.
Brenda smiled an even wider smile. "Sharon," she gushed. The drawing wasn't finished yet, but she could see the lines transforming into her. It was beautiful and she couldn't help enjoying the fact that she was the subject of the drawing. "You were drawin' me," she said under her breath.
Sharon hooked her fingers into the pockets of her pajama pants as she stood from the bed. "It's not finished," she told her again.
"I still like it," Brenda told her sweetly. "I didn't even know you enjoyed drawin'," she stated.
Sharon smiled, glad that Brenda liked it. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
Brenda hummed as she finally pulled her eyes away from the drawing. "Well," Brenda drawled as she sat up in the bed and pulled the other woman to her. "How 'bout we start with me seein' how good your artistic skills really are?"
Before Sharon could respond, Brenda passed her the book back and pulled her shirt over her head within a few seconds. Sharon only offered the younger woman a smirk as she settled on the other end of the bed. She'd have to hurry so she could later show her what other things she was good at that could also be considered an art.
The End