I think you can all remember what inspired Rachel to write this…

Canvas

"Please!" Winter moaned. "Pretty please! Come on!"

"Winter..." Fawks sighed.

"You've done it before..."

"I know but..."

"Please! I just want to watch." Winter said.

"I don't know. Win, I -" Fawks was cut off as Winter leant forwards and pressed her lips against Fawks' softly, persuasively.

"Fine." Fawks sighed softly, Winter squealed delightedly and settled back onto the bed.

"You're going to have to take your clothes off." Fawks told her, locking the door. Winter nodded and pulled her top over her head and Fawks gave her a look.

"Bra too, really?" Winter sighed.

"You're the one that wanted to do this, might as well do it properly." Fawks told her, Winter sighed and unclipped her bra and pulled the garment away as Fawks grabbed the box from the cabinet. She opened it up and grabbed the brushes.

Winter tilted her head as she watched Fawks work, soft contented sighs worked their way from her lips every now and then, the stroke of the brush was soothing on her skin and left bright new colours in their wake. Winter couldn't help but moan softly as the brush caressed over her breasts, painting over the pale skin in a mix of golds and greens. Winter watched Fawks as she worked, the demon's face settled into a calm concentration, Winter brushed a hand down her face as she dipped her brush into the paint and lightly returned to Winter's body. Winter wasn't sure how long she had been sat there, everytime a moan made it from Winter's throat from the brush caressing her breasts, lightly over her ribs or her navel she saw Fawks smile proudly at herself. From Winter's angle she couldn't fully see what had been painted on her body.

"I've never seen you work so hard on something that isn't a car." Winter said.

"A beautiful canvas needs a beautiful picture," Fawks said without even looking up. "Now lie back and close your eyes." Fawks whispered. Fawks hummed a soft lullaby as the brush worked almost in time with the music. Fawks lowered Winter's pants down and Winter shifted her legs so they were off and then lay still again. Winter gave a pleasured hiss as the brush tenderly washed over the top of her thighs and abdomen, Winter moaned a little as in one stroke Fawks ran the brush from her abdomen up to her navel.

"If art class was this fun I'd have gone to Uni." Winter purred and heard Fawks' soft laugh.

"Almost done," Fawks said, Winter heard the clink of the brush in the water and felt Fawks shift between her legs. Winter opened her eyes and sat up.

"What are you-oh my … fuck..." Winter let her head fall back as Fawks ran her tongue along Winter's core and received a low stream of cusses in Welsh, she hadn't expected the attention. Fawks let her tongue explore Winter, roam over her as tenderly and careful and

loving as each brush stroke had been, making Winter push her painted body up off the bed and the knot in her stomach grew tighter and tighter and with a low moaned of "Fawks..." Winter unravelled. Fawks kissed her core lightly and then pulled Winter onto her wobbly feet.

"I don't think I can walk yet." Winter whispered.

"You don't have too," Fawks grabbed a full size mirror and stood Winter up in front of it, holding her waist so she didn't wobble.

"Wow..." Winter whispered. It was as fantastic as the first. A beautiful garden was spread across Winter's body, a gold sun over where her heart was and it spread down all the way to the tops of her thighs, the flush from Winter's orgasm had only increased the colours brightly against her skin and her heaving chest made it look as though the sun was pulsing it's energy out onto the colourful flowers that interlocked and twisted over her breasts and stomach.

"You should have done this for a living." Winter said, reaching out to touch the mirror and her reflection.

"Only if I had you as my canvas all the time." Fawks smiled, kissing Winter's cheek as the two stood in the mirror and admired the art.