"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴋ." [ʜᴀʟꜱᴇʏ — ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ] ── ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ── In public, in front of the ton, you only cross paths at balls and promenades, exchanging glances and polite nods, respectful smiles and touching through silky gloves. However, in fact, you were secretly connected by much, much more... Under the pretext of going out for floristry lessons and other things, you spend time with Benedict in his quiet little studio, for more than just posing for a portrait or a sketch... Mere colorful draperies, an easel and brushes are silent witnesses of your passion. As now, sharing your intimate bliss, you are lying on the couch together, locked in a warm embrace.

"You know, I've noticed something maybe unusual, and I suppose I just have to discuss it with you..." You whisper, nuzzling his shoulder and glancing up at his face. Benedict gives you a soft crooked smile, both amused and curious about what's on your mind, clarifying in a velvety, rumbling voice: "Hmm?.. What is it, my precious muse?"

Seeming hesitant, you shift, rustling the covers and getting more comfortable. "You see, while I.." You look to the side shortly, choosing the right words. "When I experience the peak of pleasure, I see colors. Do you experience that too?" Bewildered, lord Bridgerton waits for you to explain. "Allow me to show you..."

Draping the sheet around yourself you get up and gracefully walk to the paints table, then you take a palette and a brush. Benedict watches you with a sharp gaze, noting how the fabric hugs your waist and how your silhouette seems to glow in the daytime sun. Meanwhile, you look thoughtful, mixing a shade of satisfaction he gifted you today on a pallet. The colour which flooded your senses at the point of unyielding, delightful release so strong, you literally saw it.