"You just looked too cute with it smeared right there." He laughed some, pressing his thumb to where she had wiped away the yellow. Seeing her dive so deep into her work was a thousand times better than waking up to her huddled over herself, a knife carving crimson lines down her alabaster forearm. His smile widened and he kissed her again.
When she pointed out his nakedness, however, Noah laughed. He would not sit for her to paint him naked -- if she wanted that, she'd have to get clever while he was sleeping. "I can't let you make this standard permanent." He lifted the fur blanket some and gestured to his body, toned with strip-lined muscle that was evident of hard work. "If you put this into a painting, there's no way you'll like me when I am old and fat." He stood, though it was wobbly and difficult, and made his head spin. After taking a second to gather himself again, Noah moved to pull simple clothes to put on. After all, they didn't need to go outside today if they didn't want to.
