7/7/08-This one is just out of the blue. I couldn't help but do one that involves paint. I own nothing. Maria is my own creation, however.

Repainting

"Now, tell me again, why you're doing this? John looked over the plastic covered furniture and floors. The white paint cans sat by the wall.

"Well, Dannie said that the paint needed to be redone. Since I'm not doing anything this week, I offered to do it myself. I've done this before anyway." Maria, dressed in paint-stain overalls, picked up a paint brush and dipped it into the white paint. "And that's why I said not to wear anything that you might get upset over."

Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, she looked over at him in his old T-shirt and faded jeans. "That will work, though." She whispered as she pushed her glasses back up her nose when they started to slide.

Bending down, he picked up a second brush and proceeded to follow her lead. "Where's Ace? He's human enough to do this, right?" He smirked at as she started to repaint the dark office wall. The glance she gave him from the side of her glasses caused him to slap her behind lightly. Maria lightly kicked him with her foot.

"He's in the bedroom. Love that dog to death, but I might have to kill him if he leaves white paw prints all over the place." She carefully made an even coat of white paint and re-dipped the brush.

"That might just give this place some style." John commented as he stood beside her and reached higher to paint near the ceiling.

"Style? You want some style?" She ran her paint brush over her hand and slapped a hand print on his right shoulder blade. The white print stood out on his black shirt. John found himself trying to see the white hand print.

"I hope this is washable." He playfully grumbled as she wiped her hand on the leg of her overalls.

"Some of it may come out, but not all. Besides, it give you style." She grinned at him before looking back at the wall, lightly brushing it.

Some silent moments passed before John had a sly thought play into his mind. Wiping the paint brush over his thumb, he reached over and pressed his thumb in her cheek. Smiling, she waited for him to remove the finger before looking at him.

"You wanted to do that, didn't you?" She playfully pushed him away as he laughed, pushing his tinted glasses back up his nose.

"Well, you got paint on my shirt." He defended, a smirk playing on his face while pointing to his shoulder.

"Keep it up and I'll cover your other shoulder with the same print, mister." She looked back at the wall, a winning smile on her face. Thinking that she won that paint war.

John, however, could not but smile at her while he reached back out to leave another imprint on her neck.

-End!

7/7/08-A little humorous, yes. I love working with paint. I was the only girl in my wood class when I was a freshman in High School. Passed that class with a big, fat A!
-Luckie