[ There's a bit of a chaotic leaning in her that poke out here and there, so he kind of has. But she loves the sound of laughter, she always has, so the sound of his paints an instant smile on her lips. And she's a curious, interested little thing who seems very taken with her evening companion here, made obvious in just about every part of her body language.
When he begins at her nipple, she can't quite help another intake of air that gives away her sensitivity. He makes it difficult to sit perfectly still so she doesn't, just does her best to stay where she is and allow only mild, reactive movements while he paints. And when she realizes that a rose is taking shape on her breast, that it's artistic and clearly done by a practiced hand, she's genuine in the excitement and appreciation that comes over her as she looks it over. ]
It's beautiful, Ignacio. You're very good.
[ With his hands, with his tongue too from what she gathers, at painting- and other things, she's quite sure. He's likely been painting for much longer than she has, she imagines, and she wonders both what other flowers he'll paint her in, and what flowers she could give him in return. ]
I am a new painter, but, [ Said while she selects a purple, curiosity getting the better of her as she touches her fingertips to the paint. ] I do enjoy it. I will try to learn from you.
Gracias, Juniper. You are beautiful canvas to work with. [ Her dark skin was a delight and made the pink tones stand out vividly. It made him want to buy a set of darker canvases to work with, as opposed to the basic white or ivory. ]
I have been painting flowers for centuries. [ He said with a gentle, understanding smile. He leaned back to allow her to place her hands wherever she desired, knowing he didn't have the smoothest body to work with- there was quite a bit of hair, though it was sparsely spread. ]
Tonight is about allowing you to be inspired by the paint, as well as the canvas, and lose yourself in the act, rather than to be preoccupied with the final result.
[ Compliments and flattery will get him everywhere with this one, because she very clearly melts a little bit every time he gives that attention to her. Besides being, objectively, a wildly handsome individual, there's a charming sort of energy to Ignacio that draws her into him, and makes her forget every moment of hesitation she may have once had over their rather fundamental differences. ]
Centuries of flowers...
[ That soft voice of hers sounds a little distracted, now that she's pressed her fingertips to Ignacio's chest. Her canvas, for the evening. It doesn't much matter to her that he isn't terribly smooth (it sort of just gives her reason to be a little bolder in her touch, really), and somehow, Juniper still manages to forget the flowers she'd wanted to paint for a second there in favour of just sort of- drawing five coloured lines across him with her fingertips. Just to touch. ]
Hermosa. [ A little less distracted this time, as she's caught herself enough to begin curving her lines and working on what seems to be lavender. ] Does that mean beautiful?
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When he begins at her nipple, she can't quite help another intake of air that gives away her sensitivity. He makes it difficult to sit perfectly still so she doesn't, just does her best to stay where she is and allow only mild, reactive movements while he paints. And when she realizes that a rose is taking shape on her breast, that it's artistic and clearly done by a practiced hand, she's genuine in the excitement and appreciation that comes over her as she looks it over. ]
It's beautiful, Ignacio. You're very good.
[ With his hands, with his tongue too from what she gathers, at painting- and other things, she's quite sure. He's likely been painting for much longer than she has, she imagines, and she wonders both what other flowers he'll paint her in, and what flowers she could give him in return. ]
I am a new painter, but, [ Said while she selects a purple, curiosity getting the better of her as she touches her fingertips to the paint. ] I do enjoy it. I will try to learn from you.
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I have been painting flowers for centuries. [ He said with a gentle, understanding smile. He leaned back to allow her to place her hands wherever she desired, knowing he didn't have the smoothest body to work with- there was quite a bit of hair, though it was sparsely spread. ]
Tonight is about allowing you to be inspired by the paint, as well as the canvas, and lose yourself in the act, rather than to be preoccupied with the final result.
Enjoy me, hermosa.
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Centuries of flowers...
[ That soft voice of hers sounds a little distracted, now that she's pressed her fingertips to Ignacio's chest. Her canvas, for the evening. It doesn't much matter to her that he isn't terribly smooth (it sort of just gives her reason to be a little bolder in her touch, really), and somehow, Juniper still manages to forget the flowers she'd wanted to paint for a second there in favour of just sort of- drawing five coloured lines across him with her fingertips. Just to touch. ]
Hermosa. [ A little less distracted this time, as she's caught herself enough to begin curving her lines and working on what seems to be lavender. ] Does that mean beautiful?
ok to handwave?
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