A/N: Here's the first 'Bonus Chapter' everyone! I hope you like it, because I do! (or at least what I had pictured in mind I did!) Also, if the person who left the comment about wishing there had been more romance in the last chapter, don't worry! I've had it planned out and you'll get your wish soon! I just hope I don't disappoint. Otherwise, enjoy!
6 months later..
"Stop moving!" Tegan scolds, dropping her paint covered arm to her side. She moves out from behind the large 3x3ft. canvas, glaring at Sara.
"I'm trying! You sit in the same position for three hours, stiff as a board, and see how hard and uncomfortable it is!" Sara complains, reaching back to scratch her shoulder. She's sitting naked on the table in their studio room at home, modeling for Tegan.
"I don't have to. I'm the artist, you're the subject." Tegan states, dipping her paintbrush back into the cream colored paint on her palette. "Just give me twenty more minutes and we can quit, okay?"
"Fine." Sara says stiffly, straightening her back and putting her hands back on her knees. She focuses on watching Tegan get lost in her art to help the time pass quicker. She loves how Tegan looks when she paints, draws, and even tattoos. Her eyes sort of glaze over and she puts everything she is into it, studying and creating her subject into something amazing. That was one of the only reasons Sara agreed to letting Tegan paint her nude for an upcoming art show, she loved the Tegan stared at her for hours at a time in complete silence.
"Okay." Tegan finally says, putting her brush down and wiping her forehead, leaving small paint streaks across her skin.
"Lemme see." Sara hops off the table, picking up her oversized button up top and slipping it on. She walks over to Tegan, standing behind her, and wraps her arms across her middle. She peer over her shoulder, looking at the nearly complete painting. It's done in an impressionistic style, using large strokes. "I'm pretty." She comments.
"You're gorgeous." Tegan turns around in Sara's hold, wrapping her own arms around Sara's waist. "And there's only two more to do after this."
"Two more?!" Sara moans. She didn't think she could model through any more.
"Well I need at least five if I want to be featured in the gallery." Tegan brushes Sara's grown out bangs out of her face, marking her with paint.
"What if I change my mind and don't want you to submit them?" Sara quips. She promised Tegan she was okay with her displaying nude paintings of her to the public but she'd be lying if she said it didn't make her a little uneasy.
"Unless you want to move into a crappy apartment, too bad." Tegan banters back. She worked hard tattooing to make the money she did, but she still relied on her other art to sell so she could afford the comfortable lifestyle she wanted to provide her and Sara with, which included the nice, three bedroom suburban home they lived in.
"How many people are going to see them?" Sara asks, trying to recall how many people were at the first gallery she ever went to with Tegan almost a year ago now. She remembers a lot of people, and most of them were there to see Tegan, or were talking about her once they saw her work.
"Hopefully a lot. They're just paintings, Sara. It's not like people are actually going to be staring at your nude body. I wouldn't allow that." Tegan assures Sara with a smirk.
"Yeah? Why not?" Sara questions playfully.
"I'm not very good at sharing." Tegan leans in, taking Sara's bottom lip between her teeth and pulling back.
Sara whines and Tegan lets go, her lip snapping back against her bottom teeth. She rests her forehead against Tegan's, and they stare into each other's eyes in comfortable silence.
"Have you ever used anything else as a canvas?" Sara asks, glancing back over to the painting. She wonders if Tegan could make her look like she does in her paintings.
"Like wood or something?"
Sara shakes her head, letting go and stepping away from Tegan. She shrugs her open shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a person."
"You want me to paint you?" Tegan asks, her lips pulling into a sly smile.
"Make me your masterpiece." She picks up one of the paintbrushes and puts it in Tegan's hand, wrapping her fingers around it.
Tegan smiles happily, beyond thrilled that Sara is so into her personal art. Any other girl she ever thought was good enough to bring home for more than one night always thought she was a bit weird with all of her abstract paintings. But then again, Sara was just as weird. She goes to the closet and grabs one of her canvas tarps she uses to protect the floor from paint splatters. She unfolds it and lays it on the floor, smoothing it out.
"Lay down and close your eyes."
"Close my eyes?" Sara asks curiously. She lies down on her back, and stretches her arms out so she's in a 'T' position.
"I want you to focus on only the feeling of my paintbrushes and hands. Lose yourself in it." Tegan gathers clean brushes, a new palette, a couple cups of water, and a few tubes of purple, black, and white paint, already an idea in mind of what to paint, and sets them on the floor next to Sara's stomach. "Plus I don't want you to peek," she says, straddling Sara's bare waist.
Sara can feel Tegan's eyes burning into her skin, analyzing her body. She squirms, her hips grinding against Tegan's crotch. She can't help but get turned on by lying completely exposed and at becoming another piece of Tegan's art to add to her collection.
"If you're just going to get horny, i'm not going to do this." Tegan laughs, putting her hand on Sara's sternum to stop her from moving around. Ever since the night Sara took charge with the strapon at the hotel, she became a different person in bed, a lot more confident. She became insatiable, getting turned on by the most random, simplest things. Tegan knew this was going to be a sensual experience for the both of them, but she didn't want it to result in sex.
Tegan starts at Sara's arms, working across to the other then back in and down to her breasts painting short, quick strokes and using her fingers to blend the colors. Time goes by pleasantly for the both of them. Sara focuses on the bristles of the brushes softly tickling her skin and Tegan's fingers dragging and pulling at her skin, causing goosebumps to rise on every sensitive part of her body. Shivers run down her spine as her nipples involuntarily harden from the strokes. Her whole body feels alive with a pleasure she's never experienced as Tegan works quietly at perfecting every last inch she plans on covering, enjoying watching the whole image come together. They both could get used to doing this.
Eventually Tegan sets her brush down, wiping her hands on her already paint-stained jeans. She stands and looks down at Sara, beaming from ear to ear at what she's done. She grabs Sara's hand and pulls her to a standing position. Putting her hands on her waist, she guides her to the ceiling to floor length mirror.
"Okay, open." Tegan instructs, holding Sara's arm out from her sides from behind her. She bites her lip nervously, afraid that Sara's reaction will be negative.
Sara slowly opens her eyes, taking in the work Tegan has done. It takes her not even a second to recognize what she's created with multiple shades of purple, grey, and black. Tegan has turned Sara into Voix.
"You know." Sara says it as more of a statement than a question.
"Are you mad?" Tegan asks guiltily.
Sara doesn't know what to think. She wants to be upset that Tegan invaded her privacy like that, even though it has crossed her mind several times to share the sketchbook with her, but she's too giddy over how bad ass she looks.
"When did you look?"
"Months ago. Before you went to go back to Montreal." She hopes that the fact that she looked when things were rough will work in her favor.
"Oh. Why?" Sara asks. She's bit relieved that that's when she looked, and not recently on the chance that Tegan was turned off by it and regretted her choice of committing to a lifetime with her.
"Insane curiosity. I needed to know what crazy, wonderful things you were creating in there that you didn't want anyone to see."
Sara blushes and smiles, happy that Tegan feels the need and want to know everything about her.
"You weren't put off by it?"
"A little," Tegan answers honestly, "I mean you basically raped me in it, but it also proved you were in love with me and it wasn't just wishful thinking on my part. Plus it was kind of amazing, with the whole alternate universe you created and everything."
"It never said the woman's name. It could have been anyone."
"Don't kid yourself, it was totally me." Tegan chuckles. She looks into Sara's eyes through the mirror, entangling their fingers. "So do you like it?"
"More like love it. You're so amazing." Sara returns her gaze, grinning, and leaning back into Tegan's chest. "Can we take a photo?"
"Sure!" Tegan skips off to their bedroom, ecstatic about Sara's reaction. She grabs the camera off the dresser and runs back to the studio. She takes a picture of just Sara standing with her arms at her side, another of her posing in a crouched position with her arms out and fingers spread and curled like she's about ready to lash out, and one more of the two of them, cheeks smushed against the other's, smiles reaching their eyes.
"There's something I want to show you." Sara walks over to her drafting table, pulling out the sketchbook. She opens it to one of her more recent entries, holding it out for Tegan to look at.
Tegan flips through a few pages, beaming at her artwork, and where she's taken the story for the characters.
"Vice? You made me your sidekick?!" She snorts.
"Well that's what you are. My partner in crime." Sara says quietly, assuming Tegan is mocking her for thinking she could be the hero, or antihero, of a story.
Tegan flips to another page. Voix stands in the foreground of the panel, holding her bloody hand up, with Vice in the background crouching with one knee bent and the other leg straight out at her side. Her palms rest flat on the ground and she's looking off to the side.
"Ohh I like that one. You should make that your first tattoo." She points to Vice.
Sara giggles, thinking she is joking. They've had many conversations about how Sara should let Tegan tattoo her, but she can never decide on what to get. She takes the book back and sets it back on her table.
"I'm serious! I'll do it, you can pay me in orgasms. That's a good deal." She grins wickedly, watching Sara's face light up.
"How many?" Sara asks curiously.
"Hmm..," Tegan thinks it over, not wanting to be too cruel but still wanting it to be worth it, before settling on a number, "ten."
"Pfft, that's easy." Sara scoffs, thinking she just got the best deal ever.
"Ah, but you don't get to have any until I hit that last one." Tegan smirks evilly, knowing she'll get a sick pleasure out of it if Sara accepts.
"What?! But it's Tuesday! You're always too tired when you get home from work! I won't accomplish that until next week! That's a long time." She pouts.
"Not my problem you're a nympho. If you don't want to do it, then you can pay the $250. Your choice." Tegan says airily, turning around to go clean up her supplies waiting for Sara to give in and accept her deal.
"Fine!" She gives in, and Tegan turns back around, smiling before Sara continues. "Ten orgasms, but," she pauses, "you have to get a tattoo of Voix."
"Done." Tegan agrees, not bothered by having another tattoo on her already covered body, especially if it was one dedicated to Sara. She offers her hand out to Sara and she shakes it firmly, sealing the deal.