My Muse

[andras]

Nothing more than a grumbling noise escaped her as she lifted her head from a clay covered desk. "errr...what time is it....?" She began to slap her hand across her desk and reach outward to a closed window and she pulled one of the window's small door open to revealing this blinding light and exploded into the room she was in. The light filled the room and she hissed and fell out of her chair. "It burns!!!"

The room she was in was quite large, it was her studio, Several massive desks scattered about with different things placed about them. Off to one side of the room she had several canvas's resting against the wall and a couple canvas stands resting about with art pieces placed upon them. Most of them finish, one or two still in the process of being worked on. Though what was noticed is that there were a lot of sculptures around the room. towards the backside of the room were several, floor to ceiling, closets, that were filled with art materials.

She had many tools scattered about, some in their place, but many out of place. Looking at it altogether you can tell she stopped mid-work and started on another piece. The owner of this establishment, Andras, rose up off the floor adorning her artists wear which comprised of paint stained jeans, a white button up shirt, with a white apron she wore over it, which was clearly covered in clay and paint that dried up on it. "Morning, huh..." she stated to herself as she yawned and pulled off the plastic gloves she was wearing as she tossed them in the trash. She walked over to a smaller closet near the entrance of the building and began to pull off this headband she wore to keep her hair tied up. She tossed it within the closet and her hair fell down in place. She undid her apron and hung it in the smaller closet. After that she closed the closet and left from her studio.

She lived not to far from there and went home in order to shower and change. After this long process of showering and choosing her outfit, she finally got dressed as she put on her aquamarine colored, with floral design, mandarin gown and mandarin slippers. As for her finishing touch, she wore her flower hair accessories, which she intertwined into her long dark-purple hair with blue tips. She left her house after having breakfast.

[Leonov]

"Ffffuck. It's hot," the blonde, bare man gasped in the confined room, the heat hitting his body in multiple waves of intensity as he poured on more water onto the hellishly-hot stones. As was his weekly routines, he devoted at least one day of every week to the sauna and its hot, temperature-wise pleasure. He reserved a small room to himself along the numerous rows of bathhouses that stood between the residential area and the commercial section of the village.

Max sighed, sitting up in the wooden bench as he began blowing onto his skin, the air from his mouth immediately turning hot when it escaped his mouth, and caused his pores to sweat out another good amount of water from his system, turning into droplets that began to slide down his skin, over his arms, chest, and abdominal area. He had been sitting there for fifteen minutes, and already the temperature of the room had peaked at 100 degrees Celsius,

"Time to get out." He grunted as he got up to his legs, the sudden movement causing his body to shift the air inside the compact room around him. Hit by another wave of heat, he staggered to the door, and wrenching it open, stepped out into the warm air of the outside world. He reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist, and took a few seconds to breath the cooler air of the outdoors. He was covered in sweat, very much so, as it kept on rolling down his light skin, and dripped to the ground below.

He smiled to himself, one hand rubbing his left arm and the other at his abs, testing the firmness of the muscle he had worked on accumulating on him. For aesthetic purposes, of course. "Not bad." But he suddenly felt a hit of thirst hit at his throat, so with a few more steps, he managed to reach the public sauna showers, still being renovated though; if anyone were to walk by, they could see anyone doing their business in the shower. Maxi knew this, and decided to just keep the towel over his body. Even with the lack of people walking by, the man still had to be decent in public.

His hand reached up, and pulling on the level over his head, the showerhead above suddenly exploded in a torrent of cool water, hitting his burning skin, mixing the two heats together in such a way to cause every inch of his exposed skin release a barely-visible steam. Maximilian, thirstier than ever before, opened his mouth and let the falling water drop down to his mouth, providing a much needed refreshment after the burning session in the sauna. Letting go of the level, he ran a single hand through his wet hair, the other hand trying its best to not let the wet towel suddenly fall to the ground from the added weight of the water that was absorbed by it. With a sigh, he opened his eyes to look around.

To see if anyone was trying to get the wrong look.

[andras]

This village was a nice location, especially when it came to getting her hands upon natural clay. It was something she took the time to learn how to find and make herself, while she couldn't use that for her own kunoichi abilities, it was sufficient enough that she could use it to make her art pieces.

Yes, though this women who seemed to be more about beauty that anything else is indeed a kunoichi. While it doesn't really seem to be on her mind a lot, she is one. Today though, she forgot to wear her headband, in fact, she left it home on her dresser. Her plan for today was getting her hands on new brushes. The one's she currently own's have been used far beyond repair.

Though she had quite the walk from where she was, she had to cross past the bath houses in order to get to the commercial area where the art store she bought her supplies from is located at. Some of these bath houses here needed to be renovated though, sometimes one can see right into the bathhouse and see everything.

Andras eye's, as she walked, wandered. One thing is for certain and it's that Andras has a artistic eye for things. Who could be surprised at that, it is her passion. Though her art did run deep into her family line, but not in the typical manner like one can imagine. She still wanted to create that one thing that could be called the pinnacle of art...something that everyone can see, but...only for a moment.

Her steps suddenly stopped. Her eyes locked upon something that peaked her interest. "oh my..." she stood there and stared. Observing the detail's of what she focused on. what was it exactly? Well to be precise, who was it?

Her aquamarine colored eyes focused heavily on this man who was currently showering in the public shower. Watching the water droplets that shot from the shower hit onto his smooth light skin, his hair absorb the water that caused it to smooth and flatten out. His body's tone, the lines the muscle made. She stared at it and took it in with great detail.

[Leonov]

"Whew." He breathed a sigh of relief as the water had cooled his body down to a manageable level, and he shook his head, spraying a few drops of water all around him. His eyes opened back up to once more survey the surroundings, and the visible path closeby, only to suddenly meet the eyes of someone he had not yet met before. A girl. One eyebrow raised itself high, a look of curiosity reaching his face as the scene just registered in his head.

"Umm..." The blonde blinked a few times as his hand gripped at the top of the towel over his waist, and he did a quick look-around to make sure that she wasn't looking at anything else. He was the only one there, so his eyes eventually drifted back to the lady not too far off. She was looking long enough to get his attention, and Maximilian wasn't the kind of man to want to create awkward situations. He should say something. A greeting. A warm hello.

Max took a few steps over, approaching the girl with a small, warm smile on his face, and he leaned up against the side of the shower walls, relaxing himself. May as well get comfortable; being tense might send the wrong message. "Are you looking for someone? Or just stopping by?" He asked her, voice straight and smooth, and quiet enough to have her have pay attention to his voice, instead of being loud and obnoxious.

"Because I don't think staring is a good way of saying hi," he joked at her, his smile turning into a small grin. Feeling the heaviness of his towel, his hand slowly lowered itself, the top of the damp towel sliding down his lower abs. The downward movement of the towel seemed almost accidental, as his attention was to her, causing the towel to keep dropping lower and lower until it barely hung at his waist, and dare anyone say it, almost looking like it'd fall.

But alas, the man knew courtesy. He felt it drop below his abdomen, and with a quick movement of his hand, he grabbed the top of the towel and briskly lifted it up so it would fit nicely over his lean sides, tightening it around himself to keep from "accidents" from occuring. He licked his parched lips, eyes drifting down to his towel to make sure it was secure, then back up to the lady before him. "Much better."

[andras]

Andras just kept staring, failing to realize he noticed her looking, and took a deep breath in and held it. Slowly she released her breath, completely missing the fact that he said something, watching him as he positioned himself in a much more comfortable position against the wall. Her eyes still took in detail of him and moved up to his face and took in his smooth wet skin. She really could tell that he worked on his body and it was kept conditioned.

His lip's was moving...oh crap! He was talking, she shook her head and finally tuned into the fact that he had a voice and was indeed talking. She tuned in right at the last three words of his sentence. ...of saying hi. Was all she really heard.

"oh right...people..." she mumbled to herself as she shifted her gaze off to the right and gave a nervous chuckle. She rubbed the back of her head and quickly brought her hands behind her back. Even the mouth's on the palms of her hand were nervously bitting their bottom lip.

She glanced back and couldn't help but noticing his towel slowly falling getting close to the point that it would fall off and she took noticed of his V line and how defined it was. She gulped and looked back up, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "ah right umm...yes..." words just slipped from her mouth before she would collect them. "let's see now...Hi.." she kinda squeaked a little on the word hi. "...mmmm...I have to have you..." she blurted out right afterwards.

[Leonov]

Her reaction to seeing him had him a bit flattered. His smiled slowly widened as he witnessed her trying to compose herself, and his eyes not maintaining contact with his eyes; instead, her eyes managed to somehow look over his body quite a few times before she even uttered a word. Maximilian was a lover of personal aesthetics, so seeing someone who could notice such a thing appealed to his tastes.

"Hello," he calmly and quietly answered to her meek little hi. He let go of his towel, allowing it to sit on his waist like it should, already forgetting about the instance where it almost fell off. Arms crossed over his chest, he tensed them up a little, and then relaxed, the sudden tension then relaxation giving him a sort of euphoric feeling after the sauna. But after he final statement, his eyes just kinda popped out, and he stared at her, smile disappearing and mouth slowly opening up, but no wordd yet coming out.

"Have me?" His voice shook a little a tthe sudden bluntness of her statement. He wasn't used to such words come from a lady such as herself so quickly into meeting him. He was at a definite loss of words as his mind roiled and worked on thinking up of a response. Consciously noticing his open mouth, he quickly closed it, and shifted in his position against the shower wall. "A bit sudden, don't you think? I don't even have a name for your lovely face."

He tried to evade the feelings he had in his stomach and head caused by her sudden outburst. His previous words were sprinkled with a bit of amusement and joking humor, and he suddenly felt himself relax a bit. Maybe this was a joke. Or maybe it was serious. His eyes finally managed to give her a quick look-over, and summed up quite the image. Striking features. Pristine, dark skin. And those eyes. By God, those eyes. Maximilian almost found himself staring at them, but quickly shook that feeling away as he brought himself back to this world.

"Need me for what, exactly?" His face flushed a bit red as he questioned her, wanting to know exactly what she meant. His left hand reached over behind his neck, scratching at it, and exposing more views of the different toned sections of his body. Once more, the towel was slowly slipping down from his sides, but he found himself unable to notice as he kept his attention locked to the woman before him. "I can take your words in many contexts."

[andras]

Andras herself was smiling by now as she kept looking him over like he were a delicious piece of meat. She really couldn't help it when she saw something she wanted to make art out of. She just had to have it. To her nothing was more important than her art. It was clear that her sentence had caught him off guard, she didn't care. "Well it's quite obvious, is it not?"

Well it was obvious to her, so she figured, of course it was obvious to everyone else. Though the truth of it being that it's only obvious when someone actually knew her. "I have to sculpt you..." Yes, she had to sculpt him, replicate him and create his smooth texture, his rippling muscles. Every nook and cranny, she needed to sculpt. "I found such a great....mmmm..." she licked her lips, even the ones of her hands licked their lips full circle. "Subject."

She did begin to take steps closer to him. Slowly closing the distance as she spoke. The closer she got the more divine he looked in her eyes. "Oh yesss, you must be free...I need to sculpt your beauty."

[Leonov]

He didn't budge nor move a muscle as he eyes her warily, inching closer to where he was standing at the wall. His ears perked up at her words, hearing strange mentions of sculpting, and the like. His mind toiled to piece together what she meant, until finally, it sort of hit him. Her outfit, and her words, seemed strangely artistic, in a sense. He looked down at his body, fit and toned, one hand of his moving down to run up then down his abs a bit, before he withdrew his hand back to his side.

"Maybe obvious to you. But I have a feeling..." He whispered a bit to himself, though barely audible enough for her to hear as well. Her words rang in his ear, and he suddenly felt like a lab animal, being inspected by a scientist. Or something of that sort. He became a bit more self-conscious, but judging on her looks and her amazement with him, it felt like the good kind of self-consciousness. "My beauty? You're too kind. What's there to sculpt?"

A little modesty hinted with his tone, but it was also laced with a bit of guilty conceit. He sort of liked this attention from her. He showed no signs of moving back or away from her, letting her get as close as she wanted as he spread his arms out from his sides, almost as if he was showcasing his body for her, like a display. Maybe she'll get a kick out of this. He smiled a bit wider, and once more found that his towel began inching its own way down, lower from his abdomen. But he let it drop. It wouldn't drop too low just then.

"I'm free, yes," he answered her musings before he realized how strange it seemed that they were speaking like this so suddenly, and he had no idea what her name even was. He smiled warmly to her, and extended a hand out to her, to hold hers in his and shake it, if she should choose to do so. The muscles of his arm tensed a bit, but relaxed, the sudden movement of moving them up bothering them, as he had been keeping his arms relaxed for the duration of the sauna session.

"But first, a name." He smiled brightly, his shoulders stretching back and out, his pecs and chest becoming a bit more prominent. His shoulders rolled back each, individually, as he waited for her to take his hand. Or not, and do whatever she wished with her hands to him. He invited her, through body movements, to do what she wished. And given her tone, she seemed to do a lot with what he was showing. For some reason, that slightly sent a shiver down his spine. His narcissism was kicking into high gear. "Maximilian Masters. A pleasure, I'm sure."

[andras]

It was probably a mistake on his part, but openly inviting her to come closer. She clearly read his body language and could only grin as she gotten closer, watching as his arms spread open, she got to see how his body moved in that fashion. How his muscles moved from just the arm movements alone. She saw the muscles in his arms, his chest, and his abs all do their own thing from the simple motion of just his arm's lifting.

She spotted just how low his towel was and her eyes traced up his body following his muscles as they led up to his chest. She was finally within hand distance as he finally extended his arms towards her to shake as he asked for a name. The arm extending in her direction did stop her, but only for a moment as she reached out firmly grabbing his hand.

This is where it had gotten a tad, bit creepy. "Oh how scrumptious, Maximillion Masters." She gave a gentle smile, her lips closed together and she smoothly stated her own name. "Andras Doyle, mmmm, the pleasure is all mine." Maximillion would suddenly feel something separating on her palm and then this mushy,slimy feeling and at the same time she pressed onward, still holding his hand and bringing it up closer to her face. and moving her head down his arms. "You take such good care of your muscles, oh and your taste is divine. Tense, but also relaxed." as well as her other hand shooting up and landing on his abs and sliding up slowly, and like his palm, that same feeling of something separating and that slimy feeling sliding over his abs, especially going through the lines of his abs.

[Leonov]

There was something of her demeanor that caught the blonde off-guard, and he simply watched her graceful movements and tone of voice as she spoke to him. The way she looked at him, and moved at him, hinted at something a bit deeper than just a casual meeting between two strangers. But for the oddest reason, this bothered him less and less, and her attention only spurred on the man. Like a turn-on.

"Lovely. Andras Doy-" He paused a bit as he suddenly felt something strange in his hand. While her hand initially felt soft and welcoming in his hand, the sudden sensation of something warm and wet sliding along his palm alarmed him. Only for a bit. He kept his hand on hers, narrowing his eyes as he tried to figure out what it was she was doing. "... always a pleasure to meet someone with a good eye."

He tilted his hand a bit to its side so he could see barely what was going on between their hands, and noticed some sort of protrusion from her mouth. It suddenly hit him. Kibaku-Nendo... He has quite a bit of experience with these people, as one of them used to be his art-interested squadmate before he died, and the other his squad leader, still off somewhere. Somehow, this realization only increased the interest Max had in this woman. In Andras.

"A bit forward, aren't we?" He teased with a whisper, and his stomach suddenly tensed, his abs tightening themselves strongly as her other hand pressed itself against the bottom of his abs, above the downward-sliding towel, and her second tongue suddenly trailed up his abdomen. His mind was at a loss, as he wasn't expecting such a movie. Half of his mind wanted to push this odd sensation away, but unfortunately, this man was a lover of company, no matter how crazy the going may get. One could even say this was like a bit of arousal for the man.

But with that, his eyes locked onto hers in a trance, his attention directed solely at her and her actions. The feel of her hand, and its tongue, on his palm, and her other hand sliding its warm tongue up his abs, had all but mesmerized him. While some may feel off feeling this, it would only elevate the blonde's arousal and excitement. But, with his attention away from himself, the towel managed to finally get itself free. The top of it unable to hold itself tight over his waist, it suddenly, finally, unraveled and dropped to the floor. Maximilian, with a delayed reaction, took a few seconds to realize his sudden reveal, and a few more seconds to tense his whole body up, muscles hardening harder than before, as he gestured down to the towel, his face a darker shade of red.

It didn't help that this woman, with her actions, managed to turn on the man, even just a little bit.

"M-may I please get that, Mrs. Doyle?"

[andras]

Andras was inspecting her subject the best she could. Getting a better idea of his muscles as she felt them up and tasted them with her other mouths. It was such a thrilling moment even for her. She gazed up into his eyes and just stared. There was definitely a moment going on between these two. It didn't last long before Maximillion's towel has fallen. Maximillion felt the breeze and Andras stopped and lowered her gaze when he had asked her if he could get that.

She stared for a moment. "hmmmm...I guess..." she stated as she pulled away from him getting her hands off him and bringing her hands back behind her back and she stared at him up at down, since his towel was down, and only grinned at what she saw. "Quite nice..." she stated as she waited for him to get his towel.

[Leonov]

"Thank you," he thanked her as he stooped down, his eyes finally tearing away from hers, to grab for the towel and pull it up back over his waist, hiding his lower body from her and this time making sure the towel maintains a firm grip around his waist. His body, now almost all practically a faint shade of red from her attention, had dried off a bit, and he brought another hand to go through his hair, relaxing himself a bit more before her.

He sighed a bit, calming himself down, before he took a step to her, and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "If I may, I will gladly accompany you. But may I please get dressed first?" He gave her an apologetic smile, for some reason apologizing more for the fact that she had to move her hands off him, and less for the fact that he had to put clothes on. He kept his hand on her, but made to turn around, his clothes near his sauna block.

"Unless you have something else in mind..." He faltered a little, hand slowly withdrawing from his shoulder, fingertips trailing along her shoulder barely before finally pulling away, and he crossed his arms across his chest. He didn't know what this lovely woman really had in mind for him; his only thoughts were to humor the situation. He wanted to have a little fun. And this event seemed to be getting very fun very quickly. "But I wouldn't know what that could be."

[andras]

Andras only gave a smirk looking at his eyes with this mischievous gaze. It was just dirty watching a nude man put back on his towel, it was just a little too pleasing just to watch. Though her thoughts weren't exactly the normal 'dirty' thoughts, her's involved the art work she could make. It just excited her.

She looked to his hand upon her shoulders and then back to his face as he apologized for having to go and get dressed, but he did agree to go with her, so all was forgiven. Her smirk would transform to a pleasant smile as she would nod her head. "Go right ahead and get dressed." She stated after he stated something about her having something else in mind. Maybe covering him in plaster, but the typical dirty thoughts...sadly, no.

She would wait patiently for him to go and get dressed, but she watched him how he took his strides, how his back muscles shifted with the swinging of his arms. How his breathing expanded his rib's when he took in a breath. She could just see every line on him and it just made her lick her lips, all three mouths.