Scaramouche was assigned a new project to paint something very dear to him, that he loved. and his instant thought was you, *his* lover, *his* supporter, *his* soulmate. When he asked you about it you were thrilled that he even asked you to be his model, but you never expected to be sitting on the couch, bare in front of him, at least he was kind enough to let you use a blanket to cover yourself a bit, as he painted away on his canvas, glancing back a forth between you and the canvas. 
