This blues fic is for laughingmanlove. Enjoy the stereotypical fluff that seems to stalk this pairing. ^_^

PAINT

''...I'm drawing a blank here, Bubbles.'' He sighed, his posture slumping in defeat. He placed the paintbrush into a cup of water on the table and backed away from the blank canvas with a frown. ''Nothing's coming to mind.''

Bubbles stood up from the Art Studio's couch and went to his side, staring at the canvas contemplatively. ''Hmm. Perhaps a bigger canvas?'' She offered with a grin.

Boomer cocked an eyebrow. ''How would larger space help when I still don't know what I want to paint?''

Bubbles didn't answer, only grinned mischievously as she went to one corner of the room. There were tall rolls of blank paper leaning against the walls, and Bubbles ripped off a very large piece; one that was big enough to nearly cover one of the smaller walls in the rectangular shaped room.

She grabbed a roll of tape and began to tape each corner of the paper to the wall to make a large canvas, using her ability to fly to get the higher corners. Boomer watched her with varying degrees of exasperation.

''I still don't know what to paint, Bubbles.''

When she finished she put the tape back and flew to a large closet, where several large canisters of paint were stored. The closet was only a few steps away from the giant sheet of paper, and Boomer stood in between it and her.

'Perfect,'she thought, lowering herself to her feet as she began to search the shelves.

Her actions were blocked from Boomer by the closet door, and he huffed and crossed his arms with immature defiance. ''This isn't going to work, Bubbles. I know you're trying to help but-''

''What are you thinking about right now?'' She asked, interrupting his protest. His eyes widened slightly, somewhat caught off guard by the suddenness of her question.

''Ah, w-well, you, but that's because-''

She allowed her self a small smile, not that Boomer could see it with her upper torso still burred in the shelves. ''What colors do you think of when you think about me?'' She peeked out; Boomer was facing away from her, but from what she could see of his profile his cheeks were tinged just slightly of pink.

''I- well, yellow, b-but what does that-?'' He stuttered, blush darkening.

''Why yellow?''

He was looking extremely flustered now, and Bubbles had an inkling this wasn't the first time he'd associated her with colors.

''It...well, your hair is yellowish. And...yellow reminds me of the sun, and you have such a sunny disposition so I...'' He trailed off, and Bubbles figured she would put him out of his misery. At least temporarily.

''Yellow it is!'' She called cheerfully, stepping out from the closet with a flourish and presenting an opened pale of bright yellow paint.

Embarrassment momentarily forgotten, Boomer drew a blank. ''What are you-'' There was a wet slapping noise as sticky paint hit the large piece of paper hanging up, and subsequently him as well, since he was standing infront of it.

Bubbles broke out into excited giggles as Boomer reached up and wiped the paint of his face. His shirt, pants, and hair were lost causes unfortunately.

He began to walk toward her. His silence was odd and made Bubbles break off from her laughter, afraid he might be angry.

Boomer bypassed her, instead reaching into the closet and pulling out a container of paint. One arm held the paint while the other steered her over to where he was previously standing. Her shoes squelched as she stepped into the yellow substance littering the spot.

''Boomer?'' She asked curiously.

''I also think of baby-blue, because it reminds me of your eyes. I feel like the sky's the limit when I'm with you.''

She caught his playful grin, and her eyes widened in realization when she suddenly got a face full of blue paint, hearing the distant splatter as it also connected with the sheet of paper.

She dragged her hands down her face, then flicked them outwards to dislodge the color.

The next thing she knew, she was racing back toward the closet shelves. They both grabbed as much paint as they could carry, tossing it at each other with lighthearted laughter and making a big, fun, mess.

It was when their epic battle came to a stop, and Boomer stood staring at Bubbles who was covered head to toe in every color of the rainbow, that Boomer got his muse back.

Yeah, I'm cheesy, so what? XP

I hope I did this prompt justice. I believe this approach has been used on television several times, but it was the first thing that came to mind, which is the point of prompts.

We'll be finishing off the week with a nice Reds fic. Have a good...Thursday? Or if it's not even Thursday where you are, then just have a good day! ^_^U