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Chapter 10
Max POV
Fang and I were walking back, laughing hysterically at something I couldn't even remember. We were stumbling slightly, lightly bumping into each other while we made our way down the corridor to my suite. Everyone time either our shoulders or our legs bumped, I felt as if something shocked me there. Every touch and every look Fang gave me, whether it is a small bump on the shoulder or a casual glance my way, made my knees weak, and I loved every second of it.
We finally made our way to the door of my suite, we were still laughing. I learned that Fang's laugh, when he really laughs, is contagious. You can't help but laugh with him. Putting the key in the lock, turning gently, and pushing the door open, I stepped side so Fang could walk in.
He was wearing a simple black jacket, which honestly went amazing with his onyx eyes and jet black hair. He was carrying his drawing book; he continued showing me his pictures after I learned of his… secret. Of course, I asked for more back story on it. I mean, who do you know has wings? He gave me general details: A place when he was younger, wasn't pleasant, his parent's needed money, but that was it. He seemed uncomfortable, so I didn't push the issue.
Yet, at least.
"This is the sitting room," I told him. He walked in, surveying the room and it's luxury. Even I must say, it was a gorgeous suite. Fang walked over near the dresser and mirror, smirking slightly at some of my nick-nacks that were placed there.
Shrugging off my shawl, in a matter my mother would definitely not approve of, I carefully laid it on a nearby chair. I looked up at him once again, and I noticed his sketch book. A thought crossed my mind…
I've never been rebellious in my life at all, until this night. Might as well continue the streak, right?
"Will this lighting do?" I asked him suddenly.
He looked up; his eyes narrowed slightly, "What?"
"The lights… don't artists need good lighting?" I thought I had read that somewhere…
He smiled suddenly. He must've gotten what I was hinting at. In a well, not-so-good French accent, he said, "Ah, that is true, but I am not so used to working in such… valuable conditions."
I laughed at him, and he gave me a dazzling smile back. Maybe I should get a chair before my knees give out on me…
Fang walked a little closer to me, and his eyes widened. Taking off in a quick stride behind me, he bent down in front of a painting, that Dylan called "rubbish." I personally loved it.
"Monet…" Fang whispered in an awe-struck voice.
"Do you know of his work?" I asked him.
"Of course," he said, still staring at the painting. I walked over to him and bent down, staring at the painting as well.
Fang brought his hand up and gently circled an area of the painting with his finger, "Look at his coloring here… isn't he great?"
"I know," I said, happy someone actually agreed on my artistic taste, "It's extraordinary, don't you think?"
Fang looked up and nodded eagerly, causing some of his hair to fall into his eyes. He didn't bother to shake it out of his eyes either, and I was internally grateful for that.
He slowly got up, eyes still lingering on the painting, before holding his hand out. I gently took his hand in my own, and he helped me up from my bent over position. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"I want to show you something," I told him. I have no idea how this thought even entered my mind, or why, but I trusted him. I wanted to show him.
Our hands still together, I tugged on his and led him through the rest of the suite, coming to a small closet. Using another key, I opened the door. Inside, was a huge, hideous, green safe, which held exactly what I wished to show Fang.
Dropping Fang's hand, I walked into the narrow closet and towards the safe. Fang politely stayed outside, as if to show that he had no desire to even know what's in this safe.
I quickly plugged in the three numbers, and Dylan would regret ever even telling me the combination. The door of the safe opened, and I looked for what I needed.
I sighed, looking once more at the ugly green color, "Dylan insists on carting this thing everywhere," I said with disgust.
Fang, still waiting outside the room, said hesitantly, "And… will we be expecting him any time soon?"
"Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out," I told him in a light voice. Reaching my arm into the safe, I pulled out the thin black box. Taking it out, and closing the safe door, I walked out of the tiny closet to Fang. I opened the box, took out the large necklace, and silently handed it to him.
He looked at me confused, and I couldn't blame him, but took the necklace into his hand and looked at it, his eyes widening yet again. "Whew, that's nice. What is it? Sapphire?" He held it more closely to his face.
I shook my head, looking at the necklace as well over his shoulder, "A diamond. A very rare diamond."
Fang shook his head in disbelief, and if possible, held it even closer to his beautiful eyes.
I took a deep breath. This was it, now or never…
"Fang… I want you to draw me like one of your French girls."
Fang nodded, not phased by this, his eyes still on the diamond in his hand.
"Wearing this," I continued.
His eyes still glued to the diamond, he nodded again, "Alright."
"Wearing… only this."
Well that got his attention. His hand dropping slightly, he slowly looked up to my eyes. He looked at me as if he was hearing correctly. When I gave him an affirmed nod, he nodded as well, gulping slightly so I could see his Adam's apple move.
We both took deep breaths, and I told him to go fix the room to the way he wants me to my drawn, while I got "ready." He scrambled, handed me the necklace back, and basically ran back to the sitting room. I shook my head and smiled slightly, feeling relieved he was as nervous as I was.
Walking into my room, I slipped out of my dress and corset as quickly as I could, which I must admit, was difficult. Laying both items of clothing gently on the bed, I reached into the closet and pulled my favorite dark blue, silk robe, and slipped it on quickly, the silk smooth and comfortable on my skin. I heard Fang moving some furniture out in the sitting room.
Smoothing down my robe, I reached up and took the small clip out of my hair, letting it fall to my shoulders. Shaking my head lightly so it looks better, I took what must've been the 100th deep breath that night.
Well… here we go.
Fang POV
Okay, Fang. Okay. Calm down. Calm. Down. You got this, Fang. You got this.
No, no you don't have this at all. Oh my God. Panic. Panic. Run out of the room.
Idiot, why would you run out of the room when a gorgeous girl asked you to draw her… naked?
Good point, but no. I can't do this. You can't do this, Fang.
Yes, Fang. You can.
Nope, not really.
Yes, you can, Fang. You got this. Deep breaths, in… and out. There we go.
Now that that mental debate was over, I had to do this. I got this. I do. Just remain calm. I quickly stripped off the suspenders on my pants, letting them drag down to the floor. I needed to be at least somewhat comfortable to remain calm.
Okay, now the furniture. The lighting was pretty good in here, but maybe if the couch was turned that way…
I went over to the couch, lifted it slightly, and dragged it to the other side of the room. There, I straightened it out, lining it up with the lights. I took a few steps back and admired my work. Perfect. I got a chair from the other side of the room and put it a few feet from the couch next to a small table, not too far, but not too close. This had to be right.
Quickly running into the other room to grab my sketchbook and supplies, I walked back in and sat down in the chair. I opened up my art supplies and searched for my best piece of charcoal. Spotting it, I quickly snatched up for small black object, and took out my pocket knife, sharpening the small charcoal into a point, perfect for drawing.
My hands moving at their own accord, making quick swipes at the charcoal with the knife. I've done this so many times before. It was already at a point, but for some reason, it just… wasn't sharp enough. I had to keep going.
And I would've… if the door leading into Max's room hadn't just opened.
Forgetting all about the silly charcoal, my head snapped up. Max was leaning on the door way in a dark blue robe. Her dirty blonde hair was down, unlike it was before, and falling over her shoulders. She smirked at me. I gulped and tried to give her a small smile.
She walked over towards me, and threw a small dime. "The last thing I want would be another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll. As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want."
At that comment, I gave her a real smile, and put the small coin on the table.
She took a few steps back, and I noticed a great inhale of breath as she closed her eyes slightly. Oh… so I wasn't the only one nervous.
Her eyes traveled around the room and her fingers slowly went to the top of her robe. I let out a shaky breath. Max's fingers slowly closed around the edges of the robe covering her. My eyes locked on hers as she took one final breath, and let the robe fall to the ground.
She… was perfect. Everything about her. She looked absolutely stunning with clothes on, but without…
Everything about her was perfect. She was more beautiful than any French girl I'd drawn. She was just standing there… doing nothing, yet I was mesmerized. How could it be possible, to love someone so much, and know them for barely a day?
She literally took my breath away.
Max nervously fiddled with her fingers at her side, probably feeling embarrassed by my obvious staring. Smooth, Fang. Real smooth.
I adjusted myself on my chair, sitting in a more comfortable position, and pointed towards the couch. "Over on the bed—the couch."
The bed? The bed? Way to be, Fang. That was just extraordinary. She's definitely gonna want you to draw her now. Definitely. Good God, you idiot.
Max only smiled at my fumbled words and walked towards the couch, and gently laid down.
Crisis averted.
She laid down and stretched her legs across the couch, putting one arm behind her head, and the other resting near her face.
"How should I-?" She said, the first words she spoke since giving me the dime. She moved her arms around and I stopped her, "No, no. Put your arms back." She did as I told her and got comfortable on the bed again.
"Head down." I said, gesturing with my arm. She put her head down and smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Okay… now keep your eyes on me. And… stay still." I said. She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. See… it was still Max. She was just naked now.
Leaning back in the chair, I brought my sketchbook and sharpened charcoal closer to my face. Letting out a final breath, I started sketching her.
I used gently strokes with my charcoal, each one hitting the page with expertise precision. Her eyes stayed on me, as I asked her to, and I sketched out the outline of her beautiful body. She was smiling slightly, and I would have smiled back, but I needed to concentrate. I needed to make this as good as I possibly could. It had to be better than all my other pieces of work. It had to be better than my one legged prostitute. It had to be better than the old lady with all the jewelry. It had to be better, because it was Max
I continued sketching in the silence of the big room. Making it as detailed as I could, though I doubt any artist could capture the beauty that is Max.
Max made a face, and in an imitated deep voice, she mocked, "So serious."
I smiled at her slightly at her imitation of me, but got back to work, outlining the fingers near the top of her head. My hair getting in my eyes, I looked back up from my sketch and shook it out, though it did no good as they just fell back. Ah, oh well.
I was now shading in her full lips and gorgeous big, brown eyes.
We were sitting in silence for a long time as I sketched. I was taking more time than I normally would. But as I said before, it had to be perfect. Perfection takes time.
Moving down from her face, which I almost completely finished, I moved down towards her torso, and more specifically… her breasts. I drew them, of course I did, I outlined and shaded and all the rest, as I did with all my other French girls. But this was… different. This was more intimate. This was more meaningful. And I felt the heat rising into my cheeks as I continued to sketch.
Max smirked from her place on the couch, "I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big-Artist." I smiled at her, both from nervousness and embarrassment that she caught my blush.
The room did have great lighting, after all.
"I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing," she jabbed me. I smirked at her from my seat, still sketching.
"He did landscapes." I explained to her. She scoffed and laugh lightly. "Relax your face." I told her, and she quickly apologized. Letting out another big breath, she put her original face back on, and the laughing ceased as I finished my work. Making final touches to make it as perfect as could be. Shading carefully, neatly. My heart pounding in my chest, I'm sure Max could here it.
Making one final detail to her beautiful hair, I carefully put the now dull piece of charcoal down on the table and looked up from behind my sketchbook at Max. I smiled at her, and nodded in a 'come over here and see' sort of way. She did as such, getting up from the couch and hurrying over to her robe she left discarded on the ground. Slipping it on and tying it quickly around her waist, she then trotted over to where I was sitting and looked over my shoulder at the work. I blew on it as if I was blowing out candles on a birthday cake to get away to excess charcoal, and I waited for her reaction.
She stared at it, her smile remaining, but said nothing. I looked at her, and she looked at me, still not saying a word, but smiling bigger. I'll take that as a good sign. Slowly closing the book over the sketch, I handed it to her. It was for her, after all. She seemed to like it.
Her fingers held it, whispering a quiet, "Thank you." She leaned in closer and kissed me full on the lips, something I'll never get tired of. I kissed her back with enthusiasm, the sketch of her beautiful body caught between ours. She smiled into the kiss, and I knew, I knew it was my best work yet.
AN: … So… that's the end of the chapter. And I feel sufficiently awkward, as I am writing my first at least semi-form of rated M stuff.
I hope I wrote it somewhat tastefully. I don't know how I'll react when it's time for the sex scene, but time will tell. XD
Thank you for reading, and if you could review on your way out, it would be much appreciated! :D
- Jamie