Beyond Time (closed)

[KieranSoares]

"Leave it in Van's care, then," Ashien nodded. "He can pass between time freely, I'm not sure why, but he can bring your things here for you if you stay." Ashien took her hands, though they remained there against the wall. He finally allowed himself to kiss her again, unable to ignore the urge to seek such a slow, warm kiss from her beautiful lips. "I would be most honored if you joined me here."

 

[heartofcourage]

"I would be honored to stay here." Dylan said honestly, grinning at her dear new friend as she leaned in and kissed him again, that spark of electricity racing along her spine at the contact of their skin.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien's arms wrapped around her once more as they kissed, but he finally pulled himself away with a soft laugh. "God above... you're going to make me lose my mind if you kiss me like that, Dylandra." He ran his fingers back through his hair and sighed in contentment before meeting her eyes once more. "So... when do I repay you for letting me paint you?"

 

[heartofcourage]

"I'll be painting you very soon. Don't you worry about that." Dylan said with a smile on her face, happy at the thought that she had someone that she could paint that wouldn't whine and complain about being made to sit still.

 

[KieranSoares]

"Soon? Why not now?" He offered, motioning to all of his painting supplies. He seemed rather excited to see her style and how her eyes perceived him on canvas, so much unlike John. John wouldn't have minded seeing her paint him, if only she could do it by taking a picture and painting based off of that rather than having him model.

 

[heartofcourage]

"Really?" Dylan asked, completely taken back by his offer. "I would love to paint you."

She looked around the room slowly, wondering how she wanted him to pose. There was a chair by the fire, one that she knew would be perfect. Pulling herself away from the wall, she tugged him over towards it, having him sit before she took a step back.

"Just relax back into the chair." She suggested as she turned to prepare her canvas and the paints that she had waiting.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien gladly did as she asked, and when she turned to look at him again, he was sitting half-sliding down into the chair with his arms comfortably crossed and one leg stretched out forward on the floor. He glanced down at himself, "Oh, bloody hell..." He realized he'd gotten paint on his shirt.

 

[heartofcourage]

"Don't you dare move." Dylan said with a sly smile as she got the canvas set and started her preliminary sketch. "I want you just as you are...paint stains and all."

 

[KieranSoares]

"If you wanted me just as I am, I'd be naked right now," Ashien teased quietly and remained motionless. It was as she sketched that she first noticed the leading edge of a scar and a tattoo peeking out from under his loosed sleeve at his wrist. She hadn't seen it when he'd rolled up his sleeves before because it'd been on the opposite side from her or behind the canvas.

 

[heartofcourage]

"You were the one that stopped us as we tried to get named." Dylan commented, her body mostly hidden by the large canvas as she worked.

She sketched in thick lines, her bottom lip tucked firmly between her teeth. It was a nervous habit, one that she'd had since she was young. She was intrigued by the scar and tattoo, sketching what she could see from her vantage point. Her cheeks became smudge with the thick charcoal, her hair streaked with black from where she had pushed the honey blonde strands away from her face. She was messy but there was no doubt that there was pure and utter joy in her eyes.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien simply remained still. Of all the models she ever had, all would fidget or have to shift every so often. But the only movement from Ashien was the slow rise and fall of his chest and his eyes half-open, watching when Ballas passed.

The great tiger came to Dylan's side, watching her sketch. Then he went to Ashien and laid at his feet, letting his head rest on his paws.

 

[heartofcourage]

By the time that Dylan had finished her sketch, she had taken the time to draw Ballas in as well. This would most definitely be one of her best works. Ashien inspired her, made her want to do things that she never thought she could before. It was amazing, she thought to herself as she turned to start mixing the paints that she needed.

"You can move now if you like." She called from behind the canvas, eager to know what he thought about the very beginnings of the painting.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien looked up and over at her, "Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to lose the shadowing." It was a kind gesture, but she'd long since mastered shadowing. He finally came to her side and looked over her sketch with a smile that brightened as he saw her attention to even the shape of Ballas' stripes.

 

[heartofcourage]

"Do you like it?" She asked him, trusting that he would give her an honest opinion of what he thought about her work.

 

[KieranSoares]

"I love it. You actually make me look handsome," Ashien chuckled and smiled down at her, "You have an incredibly steady hand, Dylandra." He found his arm wrapping around her waist as she painted, examining each brushstroke. He found it amazing to watch how she worked.

 

[heartofcourage]

Dylan shivered as he wrapped his arm about her waist, watching as she carefully painted each line on the canvas. Ballas was soon coming to life with vibrant color and lifelike detail. As she pained on the tiger's whiskers, she couldn't help turning her head to the side and pressing her lips against Ashien's for a brief, sweet kiss. The moment was so intimate that it simply felt right.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien met her kiss with a second, much longer one. It was a simple and sweet romance now, unmarred by the rift of time or the addition of a fiancée. "I'd hate to distract you from your work," he muttered softly against her lips before another kiss.

 

[heartofcourage]

Dylan sighed as he kissed her again and again, a grin on her lips as he mentioned that he didn't want to be a distraction. "You can distract me however you wish with kisses like this." She murmured, her fingers letting the brush rest on the easel as she turned and smoothed her fingers through his thick hair.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien's hands caressed her hips before wrapping around her. Once again, she had ensnared him and made him forget the fact that he was trying to be a gentleman and take it slow. Their bodies came close together, and their tongues soon twisted together in their kiss.

 

[heartofcourage]

Dylan couldn't help the way her hips pressed against his, feeling the hard ridge in the front of his pants as their kiss turned incredibly passionate and needy. She whimpered for him, her head racing a million miles an hour as that same electric feeling she got from Ashien raced up her spine. She loved this man. She barely knew him but she knew that she loved him.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien made his decision then, taking her hands as their lips parted. Silently, he led her along, up to the third floor, to his chambers. The door closed soundlessly behind them and he pressed her to its surface, meeting her eyes with the most... indescribable look. His eyes were deep pools of dark brown, on the edge of black.

 

[heartofcourage]

Dylan didn't hesitate as Ashien took her hand and led her towards his chambers. Her head was spinning by the time she found herself pressed against the door, his lips claiming hers in the most passionate kiss she'd ever had. She moaned for him, their eyes locking onto one another as they both weighed the event that was about to occur.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien's fingers slowly slipped behind her, pulling loose the ties of her gown, and he let the fabric slide away to reveal her slender form to his eyes. He was rendered breathless, and he met her eyes again before he shed his shirt, and she finally saw what that scar and that tattoo really were. The tattoo was a flowing, ethereal horse extending up to his shoulder, and the scar slashed cruelly into the ink from his bicep to his wrist, with a second, part of the same slash, running across the left side of his chest from his opposite collarbone.

 

[heartofcourage]

Dylan couldn't help her fingers from moving along his arm to trace the lines of his beautiful tattoo. She was breathless at the artistry of it. She didn't even notice the way that he stared at her in her bra and panties. He'd probably never seen a woman wearing so little before in his life.

 

[KieranSoares]

Ashien looked down at his arm and smiled to himself. "The man who taught me to run a stable and how to paint gave me this tattoo... Shame it was ruined," he sighed as he looked at the scar.