Garth put down his pen and sighed. He wanted to draw, but he couldn't quite focus. All he wanted to do was a few random doodles… He walked by De-Ji, careful not to disturb her reading, to grab some paper to work on some doodles. The second time he walked by her, a sharpie caught his eye. It seemed like a good medium to practice with at the time. He didn't want it to bleed through the paper though… He needed something to draw on that the ink wouldn't soak into and throughout… But what?
Garth glanced over at De-Ji, considering asking her for ideas, but he came up with one as soon as his eyes caught sight of the skin of her arm. He took the few steps it took to reach her and pulled the arm that was resting on her stomach toward him, softly saying,
"I'll borrow this for a second, if you don't mind," Causing De-Ji to look at him curiously. He took the sharpie from the table next to her and took the top off, making a little 'pop' resound.
"Um, not to interrupt but what are you doing?" She asked, not being able to resist asking any longer. She had an idea of what he might be doing, but she wanted to make sure. He grinned up at her, but not answering. She replaced her bookmark and set the book down on the table, all without moving her arm, and started watching again.
Garth took the marker's moist tip and put it to De-Ji's forearm, dragging it down and curving it this way and that, lifting and replacing. Lines formed, then shapes, starting off to be a few casual creations of his.
He continued until he ran out of room on her forearm, and started going upward, pushing the sleeve of her t-shirt up to make room. Garth couldn't take his eyes away from the way that the marker moved on her skin, black ink glistening, then drying quickly. Stroke after stroke fell upon her, causing little doodles of Spiderman to appear. As he continued, the doodles grew bigger and bigger until he ran out of room again. He moved to the other arm, and covered it in just as he had done with the other arm. The doodle he was working just could not be left undone, so off went the small road block that prevented him from doing so.
Garth glanced at De-Ji to make sure that she was okay with removing her shirt to maintain his work, she looked a little surprised, but there was nothing in her expression that would tell him if she wanted him to stop. So continue he did. Soon he hit another snag, or a strap, to be exact. He disposed of it as quickly as the shirt and kept at the sketch, the marker strayed onto her back. He pushed her hair over to her other shoulder and gently pushed her forward so that he could continue down.
Garth finished on her back and started where he had left off on the other side. As he neared her left breast, he could feel her muscles tense slightly under the marker's attention.
"Uh, Garth…" She started, but trailing off as she couldn't think of anything to say. He paused and looked up at her face.
"Hmmmm?" He asked her with his noise. He felt her relax, his signal that he could keep going. Slowly he started with the sharpie again. Wondering at the way it sank into her curves, leaving behind goose bumps; Garth knew it meant that she was viewing his actions as romantic.
Seeing more blank space across her, he started off with Super Mario Brothers sketches, letting them get smaller and smaller as his doodle craving dwindled and finally ended as he was beginning to cover her in ink all the way to her navel. After he finished the last draw, he put the cap back on the sharpie and placed it back on the table, leaving De-Ji turning her arms and head this way and that, so that she could see his art on her.
"Wow…" She softly said as her eyes roamed his art. Garth watched her for a moment or two, wondering at her love for him and his art, then took her head in a hand, slipping his hand around to the back of her head and placing it at the nape of her neck before pulling her to him and kissing her sweetly for moments that were all-too short, letting his lips linger against hers for a while, Until he had to break the kiss for air, and to get back to working on his previous illustration.
De-Ji went to the nearest mirror and turned, admiring his art before eventually re-dressing herself and continuing to read her book, occasionally glancing at her arms and Garth, her heart melting each time.