John entered the dimly lit room, water bottle in hand and saw you laying on your side, the sight making his mouth water. The soft moonlight streamed in from his window, casting the softest light onto your skin, almost as if the heavens were illuminating you for his eyes, and his alone. The sheets on the bed were rumpled from your earlier activities, and the top sheet was loosely draped over your hips, showcasing all of your beautiful curves and the marks he'd left on you from earlier. Around your neck hung the dog tags he'd discarded earlier with the rest of his clothes the minute you'd stepped foot into his room. He realized seeing you in his bed with nothing on but his dog tags was his new favorite thing

He cursed under his breath, careful not to be loud as he stepped towards you. His hands twitched with the need to draw you, to commit the sight before him to memory before the moment passed and you left, like you normally did after each late night visit.

Your eyes were barely open and your breathing was slow and gentle, as if you were close to falling asleep. He came over and placed the water bottle on the bedside table, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before he moved over to his desk. He pulled out his sketchbook and opened to a clean page, moving past the other handful of drawings that were all of you.

He wasn't sure when you became his muse, but lately you were all he could think about. He sketched you from memory most times, and other times he'd draw you when you weren't looking, like now for instance.

As the time passed, you began to stir, the sheet slipping lower down your legs and giving him an even better view than before.

"Mm, Johnny? What are you doing?" You asked, voice raspy partially from sleep and partially from the noises he drew out of you earlier when he had you underneath him.

"Dinnae worrie yer pretty wee head about what i'm doing. Just keep still for me lass," He mumbled as his hand continued to move across the page. his eyes darting up to look at you ever so often.