A Picture's Worth Her Words
#4 of The Silence of the Savior
Starting to notice things about her
Chapter 4
His paws were shaking as he rummaged through the portfolios on the floor of his closet. He had never been drawn before, he didn't really know what to think. What a situation he'd gotten himself into. Finally he found it. He held it up for a long moment, staring at it. Trying to see into it, almost like a mirror, what he would look like on paper. He was only use to buildings and room designed coming out of it. His paw was trembling as he opened the door and headed back out to the main room.
She looked over the back of her chair at him, large drawing pad in paw, larger than she was use to working with. It was enough to make a real proportion face portrait, perfect for a small full body drawing. He handed it to her and she flipped it open, feeling the paper. "Probably not what you're use to, but..." She shook her head and smiled warmly at him, then motioned for him to sit down. He sat down nervously, her reassuring smile only making his heart flutter. Staring at him for a moment, she got up and crossed to him, leaving the pad sitting on the chair. He jumped slightly as she started to move him around a bit, not forceful, only suggestive. Soon he was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Kneeling in front of him she pointed her pointer and middle finger toward her eyes, then pointed toward the window, causing his head to turn to the left. He nodded as she went back to her chair.
Sitting she bent over the pad and looked up at him. She sniffed lightly, annoyed, as she fussed around in the chair, trying to get the angle she wanted while still having her lap for a table. Finally getting her feet on the chair, she squatted down so that, even when she bent over to draw, she would be at eye level with him. For a long time she just looked at him, observing the ways his muscles traveled down his arms, the way his ears tweaked at even the tiniest noises. He truly was handsome, and she blushed as she admitted it to herself. Finally turning to the paper, she touched the pencil to it and let her arm flow across the paper. After several minutes, while still facing the direction she had wanted him to, he looked at her. Squatting on the chair, buried behind the pad of paper, he could only see her eyes. They were so focused, so intent, even as they glanced up to get another look at him before refocusing on the paper. She didn't even notice his eyes were on her as she kept drawing.
It wasn't long before her own concentration was reflected in his eyes, watching her. His heart beat was coming fast and strong, but he hardly noticed it. They were so focus, neither would have noticed if there was a thunderstorm happening right over their heads. It seemed like forever till she was putting in the last shading touches. But when it finally felt like she was breathing normal again, it caught in the throat. Looking down at the drawing it was still facing the window, but the eyes were staring right at her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and look over the pad of paper, right into the same eyes, staring at her with the same intensity and wonder than she had drawn without even knowing.
As she slowly lowered her feet off the chair and sat back down, he realized they were sitting there staring at each other. He turned back to face her and she finally blinked, look down at her drawing before turning it around so he could see. She wouldn't look at him, but slowly his eyes fell to the mass of shading on the middle of the paper. There was about a two inch border on all the sides, then a mass of grey, in the center of which he sat on a chair, facing the window, but looking right back at himself. The detail was amazing, especially with only a regular pencil to do it with. The colors of his fur screamed out, even though they were only different shades of grey.
He stared at it too long; she started to squirm around in her chair. Noticing it, he cleared his throat, but no words came to mind. All he could do was smile. Glancing up at him, she started blushing again. "I don't know what to say." Even saying that felt to him like he'd ruined the mood. Standing up he took the couple of steps to her chair and held out his paw. Looking at the drawing one more time, she handed it to him. Looking even closer at it, he was even more amazed. The details were so vivid, even the light shinning into his eyes from the window. Yet the only focus was on him. The chair was done in a way that showed nothing special, your eyes practically glossed over it. But the light grey of the background seemed to pull out the contrast, almost beyond what they should have been; only resulting in it looking even better.
He ran his fingers lightly over it, not wanting it to smudge. "It's amazing." She breathed out heavily again, not even realizing herself that she had been holding her breath, waiting for his opinion. Turning away from her, he walked back over to the side table the phone sat on. Standing she followed him, watching as he set it on the back of the table and leaned it against the wall. She felt a sudden swell of...pride? No, but it was something warm, almost a glow. He ran his finger a long the side of the paper. "I've never had my portrait done before." He smiled at it as she smiled at him. "Ah!" Suddenly he pulled his paw back, holding his finger up to look at it.
Crossing to him, he held it gently, turning it so the light would hit it. Paper cut. He winced slightly, as anyone would, as she ran her finger next to it, but it was followed by a sudden shiver as he felt something warm over it. His eyes went wide as he saw her tongue run over his finger once before slipping back into her maw. She blinked as she turned to him, eyes slightly wide as she surprised herself. Blinking again, she looked away, then turned away, heading back toward the cough to sit down and stare at the floor.
He watched her move, never lowering his arm. When she had sat there, uncomfortably, for several long minutes, he turned his attention back to his finger as it started burning again. Staring at it for a long moment, he did the same thing, licking it softly. She couldn't believe she had actually done that. She couldn't believe... but he had smelled so good, even around the blood, and his fur tasted as good as he smelled. A shudder ran down her spin at the thought, but her eyes would not leave her paws, folding over and over again in her lap.
"Um.. H-how about some TV?" Without looking up she nodded. Sitting in the same place they had for the movie, he turned the TV on and found a decent show to watch. Yet neither of them were really watching. She still watched her paws and he kept peaking over at her. At some point he got up and got some water for both of them, setting the glasses on the table. Sitting down, he was just a little bit closer to her; he noticed when his arm could not comfortably reach the armrest. Suddenly a little uncomfortable himself, he didn't know what to do.
Slowly the day wore on. Actually paying attention to the TV he started to realize he was slightly hungry. Just as he was considering getting up he felt something bump into his shoulder. Slowly turning he found it was Sunn's head, resting against him. He tried to scoot away slightly, but the more he moved the more she slipped down the couch onto him. Pinned to the armrest, he found her head was resting on his leg. He looked around, unsure what to do, but when his eyes fell on her his breathing calmed. She was sound asleep, her arms curled up in front of her, snuggling close to her self. Suddenly she shifted as she brought her feet up, curling into a comfortable sleeping position.
Looking down, he couldn't help but see how cute she looked, till he got to her chest. Her arms so tightly together squeezed her chest, giving a nice view, not only of her cleavage, but just enough down her shirt. He had to will himself to look away, and try very hard not to look back, hoping that for once his cock wouldn't get the better of him. Especially not if she woke up. That thought alone seemed to cool him off immensely.
He stayed like that till he almost feared his stomach's growling would wake her. As carefully as he could, he slipped out from underneath her, still holding her head, and slid her as carefully as he could up to the arms rest. Looking at her again, trying again to avoid her shirt, he then walked through the doorway to the kitchen. He rummaged around till he decided on making steaks for the later meal. He could go all out for a change, smashed potatoes, string beans, pan-fried venison steaks; he hoped she would like it. Peaking back through the door way, he saw her sleeping soundly, cuddled up to the arm rest. Suddenly he felt a twinge of jealousy for that armrest. Confusion of that thought made him stare longer, till he looked at the paw right beside her face and could see one of her claws slowly fingering the material of the couch.
Lost in thought, he turned away from the site and set about making the food. Having done it may times before, he hardly needed to think about it, so his mind continued to wander. Suddenly he saw her standing before him that morning, the sun reflecting off her fur, shinning around the kitchen. She had a beautiful smile, her blush heating her cheeks. The hardest she had blushed was when she had licked his finger. He glanced at it now, remembering the feeling of her tongue. Inside his jeans his cock started to stir. The more he thought about it, the more it pulsed, wanting to be free of its confines.
The steaks were already in the pan as he swished it around, but suddenly he realized at his other paw had fallen to his crotch, rubbing it softly. He bit his lip so as not to moan as it pulsed again. What was he going to do? He moved his paw away and braced himself on the counter top, shaking his head at his body's betrayal. 'Betrayal?' Did that even seem the right word any more? He knew she was beautiful, and talented. He wondered how she felt. He jumped and she came into his view, entering the kitchen. She smiled apologetically. He shook his head, "It's alright." But he was thankful he had stopped his paw, even though his cock seemed to be pointing right at her, and that the cooking meet would hide his musk. He went to focusing on the food as he stirred that mashed potatoes and checked the temperature on the beans. She looked at everything and smiled meekly. She was hardly use to eating so well so many times in one day.
Glancing at him a few times, she wondered about how she had woken up, her head where he had been sitting. She hoped she had not kicked him off his own couch. To distract herself, she set about getting plate from where she had seen them at breakfast. As she set them out, he checked the steaks and moved them over to the plates. Fishing through a drawer, he got out a spoon and a fork, sticking them in the potatoes and beans before he started to serve. "Say when." He started dropping the potatoes onto the plate. Hardly two scoops and she waved her paw. It was the same with the string beans. 'She must not be a heavy eater.' After he loaded up his own plate, she picked them both up and started for the dinning table.
He was about to follow her when he got an idea. Setting down the plates where they had sat that morning, she replaced the chairs than had been left out when she had been drawing. She looked up from the back of her own chair when he entered, two wine glasses in his paw. He then turned around to the cabinet behind him and retrieved a bottle. "Red Wine?" Her eyes went wide for a moment, but turned slightly embarrassed as she met his eyes. She shook her head lightly. "You don't like Wine?" She shook her head again. "Alright, how about..." he replaced the bottle and grabbed another one, "Sparkling Red Grape?" A smile light up her face. She had only even gotten that at the New Year's party at her grandparents place when she was little. Without another word he filled both their glasses and pulled out his chair, leaving the bottle at the table.
They eat in a content silence, both enjoying the rare meet and well cooked vegetables. After they were done they sat for a while, drinking the grape juice while he talked about the design process for the apartments in his building. When ever he stopped to ask her if he was boring her, she just waved her paw and motioned for him to go on. When over half the bottle was gone, she didn't think she could have any more. She motioned that she was full and stood up, taking both the plates. "You really don't have to do that." She only smiled and continued to the kitchen. When they were both in the kitchen and she started rinsing all the dishes Jared had use to make the dinner, he got onto the topic of Jack. He talked about how they had met when they were both trying to help a Tigress who was being mugged. Turns out the girl is actually Jack's girlfriend ever since. And still today the two of them, Jared and Jack, spend time walking the streets, helping who ever they come across that needs it, all the way up to her. He avoided any detail about bring the other girls back to his place, and she didn't seem to press.
When all the dishes made it into the dishwasher, Jared turned back to the living room, fishing the pillow out of the corner he'd thrown it in the previous night. "Hopefully you're more comfortable tonight." She took the pillow, nodding and smiling. "It's getting kind of late so... I should probably turn in. Feel free to watch some TV if you'd like." She nodded again and turned toward the couch, picking up the blanket. He almost thought she looked dejected, her ears a little low to her head, moving slowly. He swallowed a lump in is throat, wondering if he should say something. He settled with "Good night." She smiled at him again, setting the pillow against the armrest and sitting down on the couch. He felt a little cheep as he went into his room and closed the door, without locking it. She stared after him for a moment before turning out the light and lying down with the blanket over her. Staring at the empty ceiling, her thoughts drifted till she finally fell asleep.