"Dominique!" Lily squeals as her cousin strokes the paintbrush over her bare skin, leaving behind a streak of reddish orange. "You're supposed to paint on the canvas!"
Dom grins the grin that she always gives, the one that could make anyone forgive her anything. It's moments like that when Lily can see the beauty beneath the tomboy exterior, can see the delicate Veela blood that runs in her veins.
"Oops."
Eyes rolling, Lily laughs, leaning in to kiss her cousin's cheek. It's almost enough of a distraction, and Lily can almost crane her neck enough to see the unfinished portrait.
"Nope," Dominique laughs, pushing Lily forward before she can get a proper look. "Can't rush perfection."
"I'm not perfect."
Dominique kisses her, paint-stained fingers tangling in fiery strands. "To me, you are."