Hey dere. ;3;

This was tough. It was very very very very very seldom that she didn't know what to do next. If it were any other guy, or girl for that matter, Rackley would have crawled over and glomped them, refusing to let go until they agreed to cuddle. But it was different with Sean. He didn't seem to be the type she could so easily manipulate. And the thing is, she didn't want to.
Well.... Sean was a painter.... And Rackley was even toned. Maybe he could...? That was an idea.
"You could paint my face." Blue shrugged, a devious smile on her face. Although... If he did paint her face, she was sure he wouldn't stop there... /shot

Sean had been looking at Rackley the entire time she sat there and thought about what she wanted to do. It was only when she finally came up with an idea did his expression change to one of slight surprise and a little bit of nervousness once again. "paint your face?" he then shrugged with a grin. "I guess I could do that. What would you want to be painted on your face?" he asked nonchalantly.

Hmmmmmm, what should he paint her face as? Screw it. Lets make it a surprise.
"You could surprise me. cx" Rackley said, seeing his earlier nervousness, and putting her hand on his shoulder, raking it down his arm, and then playing with his fingers when she reached his hand. She looked down the whole time, her eyelashes making thick black crescents on her face.

Sean couldn't help but smile sheepishly as her soft, gentle fingertips brushed lightly against his arm and dragged all the way down to his hand. He hadn't really been this close to a girl before, especially one so straightforward so it was a little strange, but he oddly liked it... of course, when he wasn't embarrassing himself when his face started burning. "A-Alright. I can surprise you," He stammered as he scurried out of the tent rather quickly so that he could get back as soon as possible. It was within a matter of seconds was he crawling back in with a medium-sized bin filled with a special type of paint and different sized brushes just for the occasion of body paint. He had tried it once or twice on himself since his mother was the one to get him the kit in the first place, but he wasn't exactly good at representing his own work on his own limbs.

As soon as he got all of his equipment out, he set to work diligently, focusing as much as he could on the task at hand. He had gotten a little inspiration from her big blue eyes, so he was going to try to make them pop more than they already did with the deep color that seemed to suck him in so easily. He started with what seemed to be a dried up, powdery paint that stuck to the larger brush he had like foundation make-up. He gently and timidly started to rub it on parts of her face, moving her hair out of the way ever-so-slightly so that he didn't catch it with the paint since he didn't exactly know what effect it had on hair. The procedure seemed to take him a while as Sean tried to perfect every little detail before he finally started with.. well, the detail of the painting. He grabbed a small, thin-tipped brush and dipped it in a black liquid paint and gently moved it in swirls on her soft, and seemingly delicate skin.

After what seemed like a good thirty minutes or so, Sean finally finished his "masterpiece." He wasn't exactly too fond of it. It seemed a little too... plain, too boring. Something had to be added to it, but at least his work wasn't a disgrace to him this time. "I hope this looks okay. I tried to do my best, but I'm not exactly a professional when it comes to body art," He muttered as he picked up a small mirror to show Rackley.

OOC: it looks like this, but only the face since that's all he did cx

Spoiler:

It. Was. Heaven.
Sean scurried out of the fort, coming back only seconds later with a plethora of supplies. Oh yes, this would be fun. Blue blinked a few times, her eyes starring into Sean's, and before she closed them she smiled sweetly, blinked, then laid back.
Each brush stroke on her face was a new pleasure. Each hair, caressing her skin. Blue could feel it all. And she loved every second of it. The first powder felt soft and feather light against her skin, making everything seem sweeter, better. As the black paint ran across her face, it was almost like a cool sensation on each pore. Rackley shuddered in ecstasy.
Eagerly, she opened her eyes, starring at herself in the mirror. She was like some kind of alien princess. Softly, she ran her fingers over her face, as not to disturb the master piece. Her eyes were wide and glowing.
"I'm beautiful...." She looked at Sean, her eyelashes brushing her eyebrows. Anxiously, she took off her sweatshirt, and looked at him. "Paint my neck!!" Rackley laid back down, her ribs moving as she giggled.

Sean smiled and shook his head in a more of an "unbelievable" type of way. He couldn't wrap his mind around why she seemed to enjoy the artwork on her face so much, but as long as he was making her happy, he didn't care. He enjoyed seeing that giant smile of hers. Putting the mirror back down in its place, Sean grabbed the larger brush and the hot pink powder once again and set to work, lightly brushing it over her skin so that the color extended down the sides of her neck on both sides as if the brush had never been lifted from its canvas. Sean had made sure of that. It was the least he could do to make it look its best for Rackley. Biting on his bottom lip out of pure concentration, he continued to go over the pink with more and more brush strokes until the color faded in an out in a very smooth, flowing way, and once again, when he finished with the pink, he moved on to the cold, refreshing black paint that was spread about with one of his thinnest brushes. On the right side of her face, he continued the swirls that covered her face, connecting them and painting them in such a way that the farther down the swirls went, the more intricate the design so that the swirls now intertwined with each other, looking something like this:

but without the little leaf things:

When Sean was finally done, he set down all of his tools and grabbed the mirror once again, holding it in front of her at an angle so that she was able to see the design that now stretched down to the base of her neck. "Does it still look good?" He asked with a large, almost childish grin that matched his eyes in levels of excitement.

[strike=7]God, this was better than sex.[/strike]
It was freaking heaven. Blue was ready to die, then and there. She could have sat there all day and let Sean paint on her. The big brush with the pink powder once more brushed over her. Blue could feel her blue pushing to the surface as her heart beat faster and faster. The small brush tickled a bit, and she silently giggled, but didn't move. She opened her eyes once or twice looking up at Sean in complete adoration.
He was so damned perfect.
When he was done, she looked in the mirror again, her eyes filled with wonderment. "I love it so much...." She whispered. Carefully she unbuckled her overalls, and pulled her shirt up, till it almost showed her bra. She giggled and blushed just slightly.
"Paint meh stomachhhhh!" Blue giggled.

Sean laughed. "Alright, well I hope you aren't too ticklish or this would be a nightmare!" He told her as he tried to draw out a plan in his head. He looked up at her face to reflect on his previous work and how the hot pink color stretched around her face an neck in order to make the deep pools of blue in her eyes to pop out and be the center of attention. Now, he thought he should try and mix things up a little; cool down the colors. Grabbing the larger brush once again, he started on the right side of her stomach with a little bit more of the hot pink color, brushing the start of a diagonal wave that will stretch across her stomach with the neon color. Approving his own choice of how the fading had worked on the color, he quickly cleaned off the brush and grabbed a soft blue color of the same kind of paint. He dipped the brush into the powder and quickly started on the rest of the wave, overlapping it on the pink slightly to create a light purple-ish hue to morphed into the blue as it continued across her stomach until it reached her left hip bone. Proud of hose it was turning out, he worked out the shading and the way that it faded a little bit before switching out the brushes once again. She started with the black liquid paint and continued the swirls throughout the pink until the design reached the blue where it was very light and not exactly visible. He then quickly cleaned that brush off too and picked up a different color. This one was a darker pink that only slightly contrasted the blue and went over the faded black swirls so that the black morphed into the pink until it reached around her belly button where he decided he was going to try to be cute and add a little heart to mix things up a little more. After making the heart, he continued the swirls until he ran out of color to paint on. "Done!" He exclaimed with a proud smile.

heart:

God, Blue wanted to laugh so bad. But she held it in, and laid back as Sean's paintbrushes ran across her stomach. It was the greatest feeling, like going down a rollercoaster on a straight drop. She smiled at him, starring at him as she painted. Damn, he was so cute when he bit his lip.... Oh she wanted to bite his lip alright.
When he was done, she grabbed the mirror and angled it at her tiny stomach, appreciating his work. She'd always liked how she looked, skinny. And right now she loved it. Ever so slightly, as not to disturb his work, she wiggled out of her shirt.
And laid there in her bra and overalls.
Oh yeah, she looked hot. I mean, Blue didn't have the biggest of boobs, there were moderate and modest, and she liked them. And she was glad that she'd worn her cutest bra that day. It was cream colored, and lacy, with satin pink ribbons running in and out of the lace. Gosh, it was a cute little bra. ;3;
"Paint everything." She whispered, looking at him with the slightest smile.

Suddenly metaphoric nosebleed. That was something that Sean had not expected what-so-ever, but of course, he couldn't help but stare at least for a few seconds as his face grew a whole new shade of red. Quickly blinking and turning his head away so that he wasn't tempted to look further, he tried to think his way out of this situation rationally. Was he actually going to do what she said and continue to paint, or would he even be able to handle it? Because in all honestly, that nice and cute little bra was definitely nice and cute. Not only that, but Rackley actually looked... hot; sexy; cute; adorable; whatever you wanted to call it. There wasn't exactly a specific way of explaining how he suddenly felt for her. It was definitely an awkward feeling, yet it was a little nice too. But he knew that he would have to look at her again if he was going to finish this little art project that she had requested. He had to face it: it wasn't going to be the last time this was going to happen. As a matter of fact, if he was going to be a true artist like he planned to be, there were going to have to be some nude portraits thrown in there while in college possibly. This was nothing compared to that. Yet at the same time it was even bigger than that. With an audible gulp, Sean tried to refocus. "Are.. Are you sure you want me to keep going?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly from a little bit of self restraint.

Blue saw the worry in his face, and as his eyes took her all in. Who cares? It wasn't the first time a guy'd seen her in a bra, and it wouldn't be the last! She smiled at him, and traced his jaw bone lightly, smiling faintly. "I don't mind. Whatever you feel is right." She knew for sure she wouldn't put her shirt back on till she left his dorm.

He shook his head vigorously for a moment before finally making himself look at her face and her face only. "I want to do whatever makes you happy. You want me to paint, and so I shall," He told her as he clumsily reached around for his paintbrushes. He took a deep breath before trying to envision what he was going to do now. Obviously, his first task was to connect what he had done on her neck with what was done on her stomach, but how he was going to do that was going to be-... No, it wasn't going to be easy. He couldn't focus like he was earlier. This situation was just a little too distracting, yet as he glanced around her chest to try to make sense of his idea, all he could think about was how beautiful she looked. Stupid manly hormones. Why couldn't he concentrate? Finally, Sean simply gave up. "You know, you look absolutely beautiful," He said with more confidence and more of a casual tone than he thought he would have. "No, more than beautiful. Beautiful is an understatement. Astounding, gorgeous are better words."

Well then. This was a little unexpected. Rackley sat up, her stomach sinking in and her chest poking out. Sean... Oh Sean. She couldn't do this. It was always the guy that made the first move, but Rackley just couldn't.... She couldn't kiss him. He had to kiss her. It was the way life went. With sad blue eyes, she looked at him, and ran a hand under his chin, and stuck her nose to his neck.
"You are my very favorite person, you know that?" She said, the words tickling his neck.

Sean paused a moment as the feeling of her breath on his neck was overwhelming. He smiled at her words before finally making up his mind. He dropped his tools onto the soft comforter floor before cupping her face in his hands, bringing her and him face-to-face. He looked into her eyes for a minute, enjoying the sight that he could never get enough of. It was like her eyes were supernatural, pulling him in towards her, and then of course, her eyes stuck out more with the compliment of the paint that decorated her face and neck. For a few moments, he had fallen completely silent and just looked at her with his hands still resting gently on her face before he finally just stepped out of his comfort zone by leaning in and kissing her right smack on the lips, and what a rush it was. It was something he had never experienced before, but he was glad he chose to do so.

Blue smiled as she heard the paint brushes drop. This scene had happened so many times before. She'd been kissed so many different ways, but each one had something the same. The boy all starred her in the eyes. It was always like that. But each boy always had a different look in their eyes. And this time, it was up most admiration. She starred back, searching his gray eyes for anything, everything. And then he kissed her. The feeling of his lips against hers was almost too much. Every little touch, his finger on her face, his lips against hers. She pushed her body on his, and put her finger tips on his cheeks, in his hair, beside his eyes. Everything was so different. Sean was so different.

As for Sean, the kiss seemed to end almost as fast as it had begun, even though he was sure they were sitting there forever. As their lips separated, all the little painter could think about was how much he admired and adored Rackley. He couldn't quite put his finger on why he seemed to enjoy her company so much, but he didn't need a reason why. Maybe it was because of her love for art? No, he was sure it just because of her as a person. She had an amazing personality-- always so bright and positive and confident as where he was kinda of the opposite. They do say opposites attract, he thought as he just simply stared at her once again, taking in all of her features as much as he could. He then took a deep breath and exhaled with a large, bashful smile. "Oh, by the way, this might be a little weird, but you smell amazing," He told her with a small laugh.

Oh wow. That kiss. Rackley seperated from him, breathing deeply. Her hair had fallen in her face, and she just... couldn't. She wrapped herself around Sean, and refused to let go. Ever. Ever ever ever. Blue smiled up at him, and snuggled into his neck. "I feel great. Like I smell like love." Her eye lashes were rubbing against the bottom of his jaw, and Rackley's chest was pressed against.

As Rackley snuggled into his chest, Sean simply couldn't help but wrap his arms around her and hold her close. Something was definitely different about this girl, and he liked it. A lot. Actually, he liked her, if it wasn't obvious enough already. "I know exactly how you feel," he replied softly, now completely oblivious to the fact that she still didn't have a shirt on. He didn't care about that anymore. It was just... her.

It was almost as of things were too perfect. Blue'w whole life felt like this though. She let herself be craddled in Sean's arms, breathing out in almost a purr like fashion. God he was so perfect. The little splash of golden paint was still on his neck and Rackley rubbed her lips against it softly, enjoying the numbing feeling see developed after doing this over and over again. "Promise me you'll break my heart one day, so I won't break your." She whispered into his ear, her teeth grazing his lobe slightly. Rackley'd completely forgotten that he had no shirt on. Nor did she care.

Sean smiled slightly with a hint of seriousness. It was strange how suddenly all of his nervousness had washed away and been replace with... what was that feeling? It was like he was completely relaxed as if he had known Rackley all his life or something. Something like those lame romance stories where the guy and the girl are childhood friends and they don't realize their feelings for each other until the very last minute. "I promise I won't break your heart. I don't think I could ever do such a thing," He told her in a whisper. He then held onto her tighter and didn't let go. This was too great of a moment to let slip by. For the first time in a long time, Sean felt truly happy.

He was too good. Way too good for her. Rackley had never had to really chase the guy she wanted, but in the end it hadn't been that hard for her to convice them to leave. She always said that, at the beginning of some sort of relationship. Break my heart please. And each time the answer was no. So in the end, it was always she that broke their heart, whether it was because she'd fallen in love with their best friend, or because she was moving away. And each time it tore Blue to pieces. Because the boys... And on occasion, girls that she'd fallen in love with got hurt so much. It was in her nature though, to do these things. For the second time that day, Rackley hated herself. Putting a hand on Sean's shoulder, she pushed her face into his chest, hiding her tears. Simply, she started to sing. It wasn't like her voice was beautiful or anything. She was average. "Stay with me, baby stay with me. Tonight don't leave, me alone~" It was a quiet eerie tune that Rackley sang it too, he voice high and haunting.

The sudden push into his chest surprised Sean and he slightly fell backwards but quickly regained his balance and listened to her sing a moment with a frown. It was obvious that something was wrong. For a slight moment, he thought about using his ability to see what was going on, but he decided not to invade her privacy. "What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. Had he already done something to upset her? He couldn't think of anything he did or said wrong to make her want to cry, yet who knows what it could have been? Hopefull it didn't ruin things between their friendship.. or, whatever you wanted to call their situation.

Sniffling, Rackley grabbed him around the next and buried her face in his neck, crying softly. "I'm such a bad person, Sean." It was true, in a sense. Here was this boy, so willing to love her, so willing to be with her, and all she had was a broken heart to offer him. She'd try to be good for him... And this crying bit wasn't help, but she couldn't help it. She looked at him, her blue eyes glowing more than usual from the crying. "You... You're too good for me." Blue finally admitted, pulling away from him and throwing herself to the otherside of the tent. Slowly, she pulled her shirt back on, buckled her overalls, then threw his sweatshirt over her. The poor girl's skin was ice cold.

"What.. What are you talking about? How am I too good for you?" I guess this is where knowing someone's full past would come in handy, yet Sean still didn't want to step over that boundary of privacy. He knew that all it would take is a simple touch and he'd be there seeing everything that is upsetting her, but he wanted her to tell him herself. "And how can you be such a bad person?"

Rackley sighed, tucking her legs in the sweat shirt, and pulling the hoodie up over her head, her long dirty blonde locks spilling out and falling on the floor. "I always break someone's heart. I've never not broken someone's heart. Everytime I get close to someone.... Whether I'm dating the love of my life... If I even touch his best friend, in maybe a hand shake... I just go completely crazy. I fall in love with almost everyone... if that makes sense." The whole time she looked at her toe nails which were painted a glittery green color, that reminded Blue of mermaids.