Thank your for you lovely reviews, it encourages me to continue. Enjoying writing this because they are such a realistic and adorable couple. Going to keep this story intertwined with the episodes to keep it authentic for you but primarily focusing on the off-screen gaps. Hope you continue to join me on their journey, Cleo x
Jen's tears had finally dried, however, the brunette had not spoke again that night; Tilly remained cradling her tightly until both of them had fallen asleep. The teen was concerned but she knew her lover well enough to know, she had to wait for Jen to come to her. Tilly wore her heart on her sleeve, detrimentally at times; Jen was far more reserved with her feelings. When the red-head woke alone the next morning, she sits up in instant panic; assuming Wales is happening all over again.
"No. Don't move Tilly." Came a cheerful but irritated voice.
Tilly turns to see a naked Jen sitting curled up on the divan sofa; sketchbook in hand. The red-head sighs, firstly relieved Jen is still there and secondly because she concludes in this moment, that she could never get tired of her current view.
"Tilly! lie back down please. I'm drawing you." snaps Jen again in her stern yet totally adorable mock serious voice. "And pull the rest of the sheet off of you." she adds, pointing with the end of her pencil, at the white sheet that covers the teen's lower body.
Tilly lowers herself back into her sleeping position and removes the sheet in the process. She knows she is fully naked upon the bed, yet, she does not feel embarrassed or exposed; with Jen as her voyeur she just feels totally sensual.
"Wow, are you always this bossy in the morning?" Tilly jokingly replies not moving; too excited not to talk but determined to stay still for her artist lovers sketch.
"How about you start a research study, each morning we wake together, recording my moods. Naturally you will have to do over 100 studies, to gain a respectable average." Jen teases with a huge grin.
"Maybe 200, just to make sure." Tilly teases back.
Jen is not intentionally leading her younger lover on, she is too lost in her work and in Tilly's natural beauty, to remember that waking together would no longer be an option once they both return to college in September.
"Well, for the record. We haven't actually woken up together yet." Tilly states sarcastically, noting that their Welsh sleepover had ended in a row and today she had woke alone in the bed.
Jen does not reply. She is determined to complete her work, this isn't just about her love to draw, She needs this. Memories eventually fade but art is timeless. Just like in this picture, her beautiful Tilly and their love would be frozen in a moment; forbidden to age or alter over time and experience.
Jen was almost at the feet when her fidgeting nude model speaks again. "What does Jen Gilmore and Jack Vettriano have in common?" The cheeky teen asks with a huge dimpled smile.
"Jack Vettriano's paintings are reminiscent of the film noir genre. So, the common link is that both our work include romantic or nude themes." Jen replies in her serious teaching voice, looking over her sketch pad at a her clever lover; before giving her a cocky smile.
"Nope! " replies Tilly fighting a mischievous smirk. "Vettriano is also famous for sleeping with his naked muse." Tilly responds, tapping the empty space on the bed beside her; in a universal gesture for Jen to join her.
Tilly's confidence fused with her artistic intelligence was a heady mixture for the teacher. Jen never let on just how easily the teen could turn her to Jelly; she was totally weak at the knees for the enigmatic red-head. She sits firm, despite now being totally aroused, she has to finish her sketch; she attempts to continue finding it really hard to concentrate.
The Red-head is determined to win this game and can see the inner struggle laced across the brunette's face, despite the teacher trying desperately to ignore her and continue drawing.
"O.k. You carry on drawing.." The teen announces grinning "While I wait, I'll just amuse myself and then maybe you can finish." The pun was not wasted on the older women, Jen knew exactly how the teen was planning on amusing herself and that it was not the artwork, Tilly was implying she 'finish'.
Jen tries desperately to ignore the seductress but finds her gaze searching out Tilly over her sketch pad. She watches the teen playfully tweaking her left nipple and closing her eyes in pretend arousal. "Ooooh yeaaah!" Tilly continues in a fake orgasmic state, failing miserable to hide her obvious amusement and having to bite her lip to suppress a laugh.
Jen grips hold of the sofa in clear arousal but she is stubbornly not giving in to her misbehaving red-head. 'Shit' Jen cursed to herself; realising their lust for each other is insatiable. 'She has it all.' she thinks to herself. 'beautiful, sexy, intelligent' she smiles '...and humorous.' she silently giggles watching her playful lover mimicking a badly acting porn star. The jovial teen trying to seduce her; and very successfully too.
Jen's eyes and mouth open wide in shock and excitement, as she watches Tilly slide her hand between her own thighs and lightly caress herself. The brunette watches mesmerised, until she can take no more.
"Urgh!" Jen playfully states in mock frustration before standing and slinging her pad comically over her shoulder. She Moves to the bed and lying down, spoons her seductive teen. She pushes her body close up behind the younger women and reaches around placing her own hand on Tilly's self pleasuring one; taking control of the movement and pressure but allowing the teens hand to continue.
"You're right...I don't like good girls." Jen confesses, quoting Tilly from two days earlier in Diane's living room.
"mmmm...I Win." Tilly responds realising her victory at the game.
"Then, how come I feel like I've just won the prize." Jen replies nibbling on Tilly's ear affectionately, before finally moving the teens hand out the way to take full control of pleasing her lover.
The room heats and the silence is penetrated by the moans of Tilly's real arousal. Jen's sketch pad lies open on the floor, leaving her artwork, like their love affair, still temporarily unfinished.