#yusakann

[merryfortune]

17. Yusuke/Ann

17. things you said that i wish you hadn’t

   Yusaku held Ann’s hand. Or, perhaps more accurately, he had his hand clamped onto her hand not unlike a bear trap to its prey. He stared, drilling holes really, into the canvas which they were both mere centimetres away from, their noses practically in the paint and Ann’s heart was pounding like a drum.

   She swallowed as Yusaku forced her hand down, dripping over the watercolours and she kept stealing glances at Yusaku. His eyes were so pretty this close; she could see every fleck and hue of blue in them, not to mention his fabulously long eye lashes. And the fact that his slender hands were holding onto her own, even thoughshe was beginning to see pink marks rise on her skin beneath his grip, was also quite rousing.

   “You’re doing very well,” he murmured in her ear and Ann shivered. 

   She could feel his warm breath on her skin, it was rather paltable but there was little else to it. There seemed to be more cons than pros about this situation. Ann couldn’t help but feel that this was Yusuke’s painting, not her own. She felt like a mere tool, another paint brush, to him but she didn’t mind.

   After all, she did mention that she wanted to relearn the basics of art since she had become rather enthralled by the specifics of it since meeting and befriending Yusuke. Had she known that practice would be more punishment, perhaps she would have rejected his offer to let her study with him.

   But then again, if Ann had done that, she wouldn’t be in her current position, all but in his lap, having her hands held by him, and being able to steal all those sultry glances at his face, his gorgeously studious face. It seemed to Ann, in her current position as nothing more than another paint brush, that all actions have consequences, some were vices but others were rather pleasurable.