A/N: I don't own Smurfs, obviously. This is a mature work of fiction and may contain dirty jokes, sexual situations, actual sex, violence, gore, horrible puns, real consequences to actions, and characters who are not infallible.
So this scene came to me as I was writing chapter 11, but I resisted the temptation to write it out then. More Alkey antics, plus fluffiness because hey, it's Valentines Day. X3
***Extra warning: explicit sex ahead!
SF Side Story: Painting Passion
The knock on the door had the red coat wearing smurf rushing to open it. There stood his two models for the day and he bid them to come in.
"So, you smurfed something about 'capturing the passion'?" The brewer asked. The artist was using the smaller studio in his house today, nearly half the smurf's house was taken up by the area. Paints neatly resting on shelves taking up most of the circular wall to their left, in front of that was a table and easel. Under the window opposite the door was a chaise, likely placed there so that models would have various amounts of light depending on the time of day. To the couple's right lay the walled off portion of the house dedicated to their host's bedroom.
"Oui! All I need you to smurf, iz to show ze same passion you did at breakfast." Painter waved a hand at a chair that sat by itself in the middle of the studio area, angled to allow the artist to draw the two models as viewed from the side. The easel and paints were ready, along with a sketchpad resting on the small table.
Jokey giggled as Alchemist led the way to the chair. The prankster couldn't remember a time when the village artist actually wanted to paint her portrait. But that was usually because she was pressing his buttons by moving.
The potioneer sat down, letting the female straddle him again. The position had him reacting within moments. The two lovers looked at each other.
"Oh! Stay. Stay just like zat for one smurf." Painter started sketching. He was fast enough that he could almost capture a bird mid-flight, but those sketches were rough and had to be filled in from memory. He took a little longer with this one, making it more detailed.
Only the brewer noticed a mischievous glint in the comedian's eye. He quirked a brow in response. The redhead only smiled wider.
"Très bon!" The artist said as he finished. "Now, ze kiss?" For a moment he was worried the two would back out.
Jokey cupped her lover's face and kissed him. She moaned when he deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. The smurfette slipped her arms around Alchemist's neck.
Painter was excited to be drawing something so passionate, every line brought him closer to fulfilling the obsession he'd had. It was something he'd pictured in a dream. He finished his second sketch. The couple didn't look like they'd mind posing for a bit longer. ...In fact they didn't look like they were paying attention to him at all. He started on a third sketch.
With her hand that the artist wasn't able to see, the prankster started to trail gentle lines up and down her lover's side. He growled into her mouth, arms moving to her rear and giving her a squeeze.
The sketching smurf jumped when the potioneer growled, making him have to erase a line. He wasn't sure if that was normal for his male model or not. He was just starting to sketch out the changed position of the brewer's arm and noticed the fingers flexing. Perhaps this was starting to get out of hand? He shook his head, he'd finish this sketch and then it would be done.
Jokey pulled back from the kiss and started to kiss Alchemist's neck on the side away from their audience. He moaned as she added to the pleasure by grinding against him. She was close to pushing him over the edge, she knew. Then he wouldn't care if they were being watched or not. It was new and exciting, something that always made the redhead aroused. Just like her little discovery with the oil a few weeks ago.
Painter had told himself that he'd stop after three. But that expression! The potioneer almost looked like he was in pain, or begging. He flipped the paper and started another sketch.
The prankster was sure she'd left a couple of darker red-blue patches on her lover's skin. He wouldn't care, she was sure. He growled again, long and low. She smiled against his skin. Get ready for a surprise, Painter. She thought gleefully.
Two could play at this game, the potioneer thought. Almost lazily, he ran his hand up the comedian's side, pushing the side of her top up. With the pad of his thumb he teased the darker blue circle on the redhead's chest. He couldn't help but grin as his hidden action made his lover moan needily.
The artist blushed at the sound. It was getting hard to concentrate on his work and he caught himself just staring a few times. He shook his head to clear it. He wasn't some pervert! The smurf rubbed a hand down his face as he refocused. This was supposed to be art, not a... The smurf looked up again and gasped.
Jokey had tugged the ties to her top loose and now the navy and stars garment lay crumpled beside the chair. Alchemist was sucking on the smurfette's chest and the prankster threw her head back in ecstasy.
"Agh! Stop! You were only supposed to smurf a kiss!" Painter exclaimed.
The brewer growled in response, sliding his hands into the female's pants and pulling the garment off her tail. He didn't want to stop, the primal urges were amplified by the dragon as well.
The comedian laughed. "I smurfed you wanted to capture the passion?" She moaned afterward when the potioneer switched to the other side of her chest. "Hard to get. Alchy to stop. When he gets. Smurfed up like this." She panted.
The artist blanched and did the only thing he could think of. Clutching his sketchpad, he fled his house.
Jokey laughed again, then gasped as Alchemist picked her up by the hips and sat her on her feet. In one smooth motion he pulled her pants down. He smiled as he freed his smurf from his own pants. "Smurf down." He purred.
The prankster pulled her feet out of the pants and sank down onto him, kissing him again. She moaned in pleasure as she started rocking her hips.
The potioneer pulled back, running his thumbs over both her nipples. "You would've smurfed me right in the mess hall. Wouldn't you, my Jokey?"
"Maybe." The redhead started. "Yeah." She admitted. She liked attention as well as trying new things. The thought of mixing both was exciting. She gripped the back of the chair for more leverage, pulling herself harder. The two smurfs didn't notice a new audience peeking in through the window beside the door.
Alchemist latched onto a breast, gripping the redhead's hips and using his arms to increase the intensity of his lover's rocking motion. She cried out and he growled in response. He was starting to focus more on the sensations, all words left him. The chair made a scraping sound as it was moved back and forth across the wooden floor.
"Mmm, Alchy!" Jokey exclaimed. Already she could feel the delicious tightening in her stomach as she got closer to release. It was one of the most amazing things she'd found out about her transformed state. She was able to keep going right after experiencing the most enjoyable part of 'play' time.
The potioneer moved one hand from her hip, slowing their pace somewhat. Then he hooked hooked his arm under the comedian's knee and pulled her leg up. The redhead gasped in surprise, then moaned as the smurf began to thrust upwards into her.
The change in angle and pace sent the female over the edge. Her body tensed as she felt the pleasure cause her mind to focus on nothing else. As she came back to herself the world spun. Then she lay sprawled on the ground.
Alchemist's angle and the couple's position on the chair caused it tip over, spilling the two lovers out onto the floor. It was jarring and brought him back to his senses. The smurf caught himself on his elbow, but was more concerned about his smurffriend. "Are you smurfy, Jokey?"
She'd landed on her side, but it didn't hurt. The redhead chuckled. "That was funnier than the time we found out my table couldn't smurf our weight." She grinned, scooting closer to the brewer. The prankster kissed him again.
He returned the kiss, but pulled back after a few moments. "Not on the floor." He pointed over to the chaise and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. The female's eyes lit up as she saw it, then she hopped to her feet and offered him a hand. Grinning, Jokey headed to the plush seat and crawled onto it on all fours.
The potioneer was right behind her, but he shook his head. "Smurf around."
The comedian arched a brow. "You always like it better when we smurf face to face." She quipped as she moved to lay on her back.
He watched her with hooded eyes. "That's because you're my smurfy treasure." He leaned down, covering her body with his own.
The transformed female blushed, pulling Alchemist down to nuzzle him. "I smurf you, Alchy. Marry me?"
The question filled him with trepidation and excitement. "I want to. But... Can two smurfs even get married?" He wondered aloud.
"Who cares? Let's smurf it anyway." Jokey said smugly. "We could even cheat and smurf one of us as a smurfette for a day. It's pretty fun." The pair laughed until the redhead started kissing her lover's neck again.
"Mmm. My Jokey." The brewer rubbed his smurf against her until she pulled away from his neck.
"And you need to try smurfing like this." She purred, reaching between them and guiding him into her. "Ah! Just for a day."
"Feel that good?" The potioneer murmured, starting to slowly thrust.
"It's different and smurfy. And I wanna try smurfing you." The redhead said breathily.
"It's going to be. The oil. All over again." Alchemist predicted, increasing his pace at the memories combined with his current sensations. By the way the prankster couldn't keep off of him, it already was.
"Yes!" Jokey started. "More!" Her arms grabbed for his legs. She was starting to climb again, slowly tensing.
The navy capped smurf gripped her hips, pounding into his lover. He lost himself in the sensations, unaware that he'd started the beginning of his chant. It was a background noise, some distant music that accompanied his lover's cries and moans to spur him onward.
"Don't stop!" The comedian exclaimed, feeling close to release. She pulled at his thighs, helping him.
He felt her spasming around him as she peaked. The cries of 'mine' escaped him as the female's orgasm stroked him and brought him closer.
Dizzy with pleasure, Jokey came down from the orgasmic high. She looked at the brewer's expression of concentration and smiled seductively.
"Smurf for me, Alchy." She purred.
He growled, the words set off a chain reaction within him. He came, emptying his seed into the redhead. Suddenly weak, he lay down on top of her. The prankster wrapped her arms around the smurf, holding him tightly. The pair lost track of time as they enjoyed each other's presence.
A banging at the door broke both of them from their afterglow.
"If you two are quite fini, zen I inzist you smurf out of my 'ouse!" Came Painter's irate yell.
The pair dressed quickly, then opened the door to see the artist standing in front of the door, arms crossed and scowling. Once he saw they were decent he shoved past them and pushed the couple the rest of the way out of his house. Jokey laughed as the irate smurf slammed the door almost on their tails.
Alchemist had the decency to blush, wrapping his arm around the smurfette. The pair hadn't taken two steps away from the house when they heard the door fling open again.
"And practice some smurf control!" Painter scolded before he slammed the door again.
The prankster started guffawing.
"Let's smurf back to my place. I want to smurf if I can alter that formula." The potioneer smiled.
Jokey wiped a tear from her eye. "Sure. Just think, if we smurf the time really short on that change, we could smurf all kinds of pranks!"
The navy-clad smurf chuckled at the idea. "If we're going to smurf a prank like that, it should be big." He said, waving a hand for emphasis.
"Just how big?" Jokey asked, intrigued.
"Really big!" Alchemist grinned. "Here's what I'm smurfing..."
The two walked as they schemed, plotting gleefully.
Inside his house, Painter put the sketchpad on the table. He couldn't look at it right now. It was likely he'd want to pick up and finish the work later, but after the mortification he'd experienced, he wasn't in the mood to look at those two insane smurfs.
He picked up his easel and paints. He'd head out onto the hill, perhaps paint a few nice, calming landscapes.