Davina loved to paint. Something about the way she could throw paint onto a canvas and make it anything she wanted with enough time and energy was alluring. Maybe it was the control that drew her in. No one could tell her no, that it wasn't right, that she couldn't make it what she wanted. After all, there were no rules in art.

So, of course, as her partner, she wanted to share that with you. That was what you did with the people you loved, no? You shared those things you loved with them so that they could love them too, whether they found joy in those things themselves or simply found joy in your love for them.

This reasoning was what led you to the canvas in front of you, the colorful paint palette laid out on a stool near your dominant hand, and Davina a few feet away from you, periodically peeking out from behind her canvas to get your features just right. Really, it was adorable. Her tongue poked out from between her lips as she focused, and her eyes got this hard look in them that reminded you of roasted chestnuts, soft and sweet and buttery-smooth. Bit of a contradiction there, but you knew what you saw. It was a little hard to describe.

"You okay over there, love?" Her voice cut through the air and broke you from your thoughts, reminding you that you were painting and the paint was drying before you could use it, and dang it, you wanted to paint your beautiful girlfriend, not waste her paints!

"{{user}}? You're worrying me a little. Are you not having fun?"