Gemme: UnkissableMature

I looked at him; in the week between me warning Ben and Ben leaving I had painted nine new paintings, all of Luca. Including re-painting that one of wrath, I needed one more and it would be perfect. I finished the sketch and picked up my paint brush as I looked to Luca, for what I planned to be only a few seconds; it was longer than that. Oh, well, that’s embarrassing. “I’m not painting that.” I giggled. He just grinned and I tried to get back to painting without letting his...problem take over my mind.

"You have at least an hour to wait if you want to... I dunno; take your trousers off or something."

"Heh, you want me to take of my pants?"

"That's not want I meant. I meant, so it's not uncomfortable for you or anything."

"I can heal it away if it's bothering you," he laughed.

"No, it's not bothering me." I blushed, hiding behind my canvas again.

"Sure, sure, I believe you, but millions wouldn't."

"I know what healing it away does... so, don't." He grinned again, saying nothing.

The next hour passed quickly, my mind was only set on one thing and when I put my paintbrush down at the end, then glanced at it in horror. "Umm, okay, I'm finished... I want to destroy it..."

"Why?" he asked, getting up.

"No, no don't come over." He came over and I placed my body in the way, between him and the painting.

"No, c'mon, I wanna see," he muttered, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Nooo," I whined.

"Please?" he asked in this pleading voice that he had clearly been practicing as he moved so he could give me the puppy eyes that went with it.

"No. It's dirty," Very dirty.

"Even more reason to see it," he grinned, trying to pry me away from the canvas.

"No."

He poked me in the side, “C’mon.” I glanced at him and shook my head, standing away from the painting; it was nothing of what I originally planned. Imagine me and Luca naked and what we would get up to. It's embarrassing. He chuckled and kissed me firmly. "I see absolutely nothing wrong with it," he winked.

"Nothing wrong with it," I repeated and raised a brow. "What am I gonna do with it?"

 "I dunno. How’s about not destroying it?" he smiled, "don't all art lovers appreciate a bit of nudity anyways?"

"A bit... of nudity... Have you seen this painting?" I shook my head again, picking up a sheet I draped it over the painting.

"Nothing wrong with erotic art, Gemme, y'know it really shows that you're from England sometimes," he smiled.

"What?"

"Stiff upper lip 'n' all that." he muttered, stepping away slightly as he lit a cigarette. Sometimes it really shows you’re a sex addict.

"Right, sorry sir," I rolled my eyes and grinned, looking up at him from the floor.

"You don't need to say sorry. Should be me saying sorry for making your mind wander," he grinned back.

"Which is my fault for teasing, but now you have a cigarette to keep you pleasured so..." I shrugged, walking past him on the way back to the landing.

He looked at his cigarette for a second before throwing it out of the window into the road below. "I'd rather have you," he said, catching me from behind, his hands snaking around my waist.

"Only I can sort out your problem." I smirked, reaching my hand behind me to between his legs.

Turning me around, he kissed me hotly, "definitely. You are my sex goddess, if you remember," he murmured with a smile.

"I remember." I grinned, kissing him back. But it’s only been a week and... "I don't know if I should do this." I whispered, my head resting on his shoulder.

"What?"

"It's only been a week since last time..." He looked at me incredulously, "what?”

"Only? Only a week?"

“What?” I repeated, growing slightly tired of having to ask.

"A week is a very long time."

"No, it's not. You lasted over two when we split."

"Okay. A week is a very long time when I'm not angry."

I realised I probably wasn’t being a slut if I was being faithful to my boyfriend, so I gave up. "Oh, fine then." I shook my head, slipping off my top and kicking off my pants. "How do you want me?"

"I want you willing at least," he sighed.

"I figure I'm not a slut if I'm being faithful to my boyfriend so... why not?"

"You're not a slut at all," he frowned slightly.  I sighed, sitting down on the chair he had sat on not moments ago, I didn’t want to argue.

He sighed too, "I didn't mean it when I said it, Gemme. I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Its fine and I know." Well, the moment's gone. The tell-tale lump in his jeans was gone too. He sat down on the floor heavily, glancing up at me. "Can you pass me my clothes then?" I sighed, wishing I never said anything, the moment was gone but I was still slightly horny. Well, I mean images stay in my mind for a very long time.

He nodded and my clothes floated into my lap. "Thanks." I mumbled, slipping on my t-shirt and began playing with my pants, stretching them and watching them go back to their original shape.

"S'ok..." he muttered, watching as I stretched my pants.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged looking away. "So when are we going to England?"

"We're not."

"Why not?"

"I changed my mind, as with many other things." I sighed, continuing to stretch my pants till I snapped them.

"Oh, right."

I sighed again and stood up, my hands on Luca's shoulders. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, it's okay."

"I really wish I didn't." I whispered as I bobbed down to his level, my arms snaking around his neck, my lips grazing his cheek softly.

"It's okay," he repeated, turning his head to kiss me back. I moved away slightly, I don't know why, I didn't even think about it. He paused, looking at me in surprise. "What?"

"Hmm?"

"You moved away from me when I went to kiss you. Why did you move?" he asked, his tone wavering between irritated and hurt.

"I don't know, I guess, I didn't want to be kissed."

"But you've never done that before."

"I know, I'm sorry," I said, somewhat shocked and incredulous, although I knew it was because I wanted more and I didn’t want to take him against his will. God, I am so screwed up, when he wanted it, I didn’t, when he doesn’t I do!

"Huh. Guess I know how you felt when I couldn't kiss you, then," he mumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his head on them.

"Sorry," I repeated, my arms around his waist, kissing his neck softly.

“It’s fine.” He said, but I shook mine, no... It’s not.

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