EroticReverie

Tatum

Jesus. I stayed blushing the entire fucking night on Kash's arm after he stripped me naked and fucked me in the empty hall of the museum, that chatter from the main area echoing down the halls as he reconfirmed for me that he did in fact want me. Of course I knew he did, but got this week had sucked, and getting fucked slow like that by him as he said those things, the feeling was back between us. There was meaning to it, even if it was naughty and quick. He made me feel his want for me again.  I still planned on badgering him to talk about what the fuck his problem was this week and why he shut me out like that. But, I was on a fucking cloud as he walked me around the art showing. 

As we walked through floor by floor my heart fucking stopped when we reached one of the paintings. One hand grabs Kash's, the other lifts to my stomach as I try to calm whatever the hell it's doing right now. 

"Is that...that....that's me." I say, and the second I realize it, my mind registers the way my head is laying on my hand and the happy closed mouth smile on my face, and the look in my eyes. It was from a picture Kash took on his phone one morning a little over a week ago. 

I squeeze his hand and I look at myself. On a fucking canvas. Hanging on a wall. In a fucking museum. I don't think I've ever seen a photo of myself where I looked that happy. The painting was done in what looked like water colors from where we stood. It wasn't the picture exactly. But whoever made it, had taken me from the photo where I was laying on the bed naked looking at Kash. Smiling at him, with my hand flat on the bed near my breast, covering it mostly, and my hand on the other side flat under the side of my face my face resting on the back of my hand and wrist. I knew the photo itself had most of my upper back in it. With a little of my ass peeking out from under the sheets. But the painting was just my face and then enough of my back, the artist not bringing focus to my breast that I knew was showing a little from the side, but the water colors fade out in that area, and no detail is put there to note the my breast pressed to the sheets of his bed.  The water colors that the artist used around me in the painting to add to the background are soft oranges, yellows, and pink, and a little of purple at the edges. 

"Kash." I whisper when I'm finally able to speak again. 

"When I said earlier...that I count my lucky fucking stars that I get to look at you ...those weren't just pretty words like you said. I fucking meant it." he says and I look at him and swallow and shake my head. 

"I hate you so much" I say, my voice cracking as I dip my head and push my face into his chest as I wrap my arms around him and he lets out a soft laugh and sqeeps a hand up behind me and grabs my neck softly and kisses the top of my head. 

"Hate you so much right back baby" he says into my hair and I squeeze him tighter. 

After a moment, and collecting myself I swipe my eyes, sniffling and look again at the portrait. 

I let out a surprised laugh of disbelief. 

"God damnit Kash" I say and he laughs slightly and slips his hand behind by back and we walk closer to it. A few people look to me, then their heads turning back to the painting and then back to me. 

"A gorgeous portrait darling." An older woman says, grabbing my hand in hers and patting it. 

"Stunning. Marvelous. You are a beautiful , beautiful girl." she lifts my hand and kisses it and pats it again. 

A younger woman beside her smiles. 

"I'm Rebecca." the younger female says.

"Hi." I say unsure of what to say or why she's introducing herself. 

"I'm Tatum." I say. 

She smiles warmly. She's a pretty woman, maybe just a little older than I am.

"Yes" she smiles a bit wider. "I know. I was the one lucky enough to be bullied into having this ready in time for the exhibit tonight." she says and my brows pop. 

"Oh..you..you did this?" I ask pointing to myself on the , what must be, at least five or six feet wide and three or four feet tall. 

"Sure did. Kash here, well his name is the motivator. Cause he sure has enough to make things happen as he likes." she says and Kash laughs slightly as he reaches his hand out and the girl steps in, giving him a kiss on the cheek, then placing her hands on my shoulder, greeting me again the same way. 

"So what do you think?" she asks. 

Before I can even speak Kash answers her. 

"It's fucking perfect. Just like her." he says and I look at him , catching the smile on Rebecca's face before I look at Kash's and he lifts a finger to my chin, leaning down and placing the most chaste fucking kiss he's ever given me on my lips. 

"not as pretty though, nothing compares to the real thing." he says with a smile and the older woman clasps her necklace.

"My word, that is the sweetest thing" she says. 

And god, I have to fucking agree, because Kash sure was fucking making up for his bullshit this week with this god damn painting. It made me heart do all sorts of erratic beating as it couldnt decide if it wanted to stop or race or jump out of my chest. This man, I was going to suck the life out of him through his cock when we got home to show my fucking appreciation. That or fall on my knees and beg him to tell me he loves me, because jesus. He had to, right? Who gets a fucking portrait painted of someone? 

Rebecca introduces us to Gretta, the older lady, her grandmother and her number one fan. I listen to both of them tell me how they couldn't wait to meet me, to see the woman in the photograph, the painting, the man who captured her grandsons heart. 

Wait. What. I shake my head. 

I look at the older woman. 

"I'm sorry...what?" I ask her. Because I'd only been half listening, still too shocked by the painting, stealing glances of myself on the wall as I smiled politely and nodded to whatever was being said, thanking them for their kind words. 

"Tatum, this is my grandmother." Kash says and I blink at the little old lady, my mouth dropping and I shake my head. 

"Oh wow." I say and grab her hand. "I...I didn't know...I'm sorry...wow...well...it's..it's even nicer to meet you now." I say and she laughs and  takes my hand and Kash only smirks when he looks at me. 

"And Rebecca...is my cousin." he says and I nod and then shake my head. 

"Wow...he...he didnt tell me I'd be meeting anyone from his family." I say.

I look at him and he smile and shrugs. 

"You were a bit too busy being.." he clears his throat. "Difficult, today." 

Rebecca whacks his arm with the back of her hand. 

"Don't be a dick" she whisper yells at him. 

My eyes pop.

"It's all he knows how to be." his grandmother waves a hand as if to brush off his comment and her grand daughters. 

I let out a surprised laugh and Kash shakes his head. 

"This was a bad idea." he says. 

"I think it was a great one." I say as I look at him and he rolls his eyes.

"Of course you do. Now you know other people you can yell at me with." he says. 

His grandmother chuckles.

"Put him in his place beautiful. Don't let him be a little sour puss with you." she says. and I laugh and grab her hand. 

"Gretta, I think you're my new best friend."