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Title: Pictures of Perfection
Author: the-angry-pixie
Pairing: Maxxie and..........Cassie?
Rating: Ma15+
Word Count:: 2141
Summary: A beautiful girl lay on the carpeted floor of his loungeroom; her clothes were a forgotten heap in one corner of the room. Maxxie questioned whether this was such a good idea after all.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Author's Note: An interesting idea that I had.
'Ok now keep very, very still.'
'Okay.'
'And tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable. I can always stop.'
'It's okay Maxxie. My parents like, do it all the time, it's cool.'
Maxxie took a deep breath as he studied the scene before him. A beautiful girl lay on the carpeted floor of his lounge room, her clothes were a forgotten heap in one corner of the room. Everything was shrouded in darkness. A spotlight that he had fixed to the ceiling was shining down on her naked figure, trapping her in a circle of light and turning her skin to cream. She was looking at him with complete innocence and trust shining through her eyes. And oh that hair… that hair that pooled around her face in golden waves.
Yes he thought. Cassie really had been the perfect candidate for his drawing. He began to sketch.
He wondered whether she was nervous. She didn’t look it. Her chest was rising up and down in a steady rhythm, her rose-petal lips were slightly parted and were curled up at the ends in a relaxed smile.
Maxxie realised that he was staring and quickly dropped his head to his canvas guiltily. It was a bit ridiculous; there really wasn’t anything for him to be ashamed of. He was gay. He had known this since he was 8 years old. Nothing had ever swayed him of that thought before. But still… he had always held a special… fondness for Cassie. The group’s pet outsider. She had a beauty that was enchanting and… other-worldly. The rest of the group sort of took it for granted… and she certainly wasn’t aware of it… but Maxxie noticed. Was it such a crime for him to appreciate such beauty?
An outline of her slim figure began to appear on the page before his eyes.
‘Why me?’
Maxxie looked up from his sketchbook to see Cassie looking at him curiously with those huge eyes.
‘Sorry?’ was his reply.
Cassie giggled for no particular reason.
‘Why me Maxxie? You could have gotten anyone for your art project. I’ve seen your drawings. Why not a fella, or Michelle? She’s way more lovely than me.’
Maxxie dropped his head again, afraid that she would read his thoughts.
‘You’re lovely Cassie…’ He had meant it to be a statement, but it had ended up sounding more like a weak suggestion.
‘No I’m not.’
Maxxie didn’t know what to say. It always pained him when Cassie would be like this.
‘Though I’m totally okay with it’ she continued. ‘I was just like, wondering why you asked me instead of somebody else.’
She moved the arm that had been lying back beside her face and her left breast shifted a little.
‘You need to keep still’ Maxxie said, a flush coming to his face. A mixture of erotic electricity and shame was pulsing through his veins.
‘I’m sorry… but you still haven’t answered my question.’
Maxxie swept his pencil across the page, trying to get the curve of her waist just right.
‘I guess I got sick of drawing dicks’ he said plainly his eyes not leaving the page.
He looked up to find Cassie biting her lip, her body shaking with repressed laughter. He smiled. ‘Go ahead, you can laugh, just try not to change your position.’
Cassie let out an adorable twitter of giggles. Maxxie wished he could quickly sketch that playful expression but alas, it was gone quicker than it had come, and the regular vacant and dreamy expression was back in place.
‘So it’s because I have boobs and a pussy is that it?’
Maxxie blushed against his own will.
‘It’s because you are beautiful Cass. That’s why I wanted you. I don’t care if I fail this assignment but there is nobody else I could possibly have drawn.’
This seemed to take her aback. She turned her head away from him slightly which cast harsh shadows down her neck.
‘Wow Maxxie, you’re lovely…’
No Maxxie thought anxiously, No Cassie don’t go back behind that curtain. I want to see you, not your façade.
‘Cass I need you to look at me.’
She turned her head back to him, her eyes were wide with fake naivety. Suddenly Maxxie felt sick to his stomach. Like he was taking advantage of her or something. She was under the impression that she was doing him a favour by posing for his shoddy Life Art assignment when to him it meant so much more. Exactly what it meant to him, he was still not certain.
Not knowing what else to do he went back to his drawing. He was having trouble with the texture of her hair.
‘So… why did you agree to do it then?’ Maxxie questioned as he lifted his eyes shyly to measure her reaction.
She seemed thoughtful as her eyelids closed for a second.
‘Because I trust you’ she said finally as she opened her eyes and smiled at him with them. ‘And its not just because you’re gay.’
Maxxie’s eyebrows raised in surprise. ‘Really?’
‘Yes, I don’t trust you to draw me naked because you are gay…’ she paused enticingly. ‘It’s because I know you love me.’
‘Wha’…?’
Those eyes smiled at his confused expression all the more.
‘You love me. It’s like, in a very strange and pure form… like spring water. You would never do anything to harm me. And so I trust you with my body.’
It was hard for Maxxie to tear his eyes away from that look she was giving him. It hit him like a cold slap to the face. He felt like crying. It was true, he had never quite realised it before but it was all so true. Fuck this is confusing. I’m gay, I’m not supposed to be having these sorts of feelings.
Frustration bubbled inside him and he threw down his sketchbook in aggravation and stood up from where he had been sitting cross-legged on the ground. He stalked back and forth for a moment rubbing his hands through his hair not really knowing what his intention was. Letting out a growl of frustration he stomped over to the girl who was still lying naked in the middle of his lounge room and dropped to his knees beside her. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t seem scared or even surprised by this display.
‘Stay still!’ he ordered.
She did. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and started rearranging it, probably a bit more forcefully than was necessary, around the pillow that she was resting her head on.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispered tentatively.
‘I can’t get your hair right!’ he replied angrily, ‘I’m fixing it!’
Cool and small hands were suddenly around his wrists stopping them from continuing their work.
‘Here let me try.’
Maxxie allowed his hands to fall to his sides as Cassie sat up. She leant forward so that all her hair flowed over her face and then suddenly flicked it back in a remarkable shower of gold.
Maxxie was bombarded with the scent of peaches. His eyes widened at the sight before him. That one moment in time. Her head was thrown back, her spine arched like a cat, her small breasts quivering slightly, her eyes closed. His breath hitched loudly in his throat. She didn’t seem to notice his eyes raking over her body with boyish wonderment. He was suddenly struck with an urge to run his hand down that perfectly flat stomach. It was irrational and dangerous territory he knew, but he couldn’t get it out of his head.
‘How’s that?’ she enquired as she carefully lay herself down again, her hair naturally spreading around her pixie-like face.
Maxxie remained kneeling dumbly beside her.
‘Perfect…’ It was all that he could think of.
She was perfect, in every sense of the word. And she trusted him, she had said it herself, now if only he could trust himself. His mind was currently flooding with impulsiveness. He could stand it no longer.
‘Cass… can I try something?’
Her large eyes looked up at him expectantly.
‘Yes…’
Maxxie’s eyebrows knitted together as he slowly lifted his hand. Lowering it to her chest he started with the small valley of skin between her breasts and slowly began to graze his fingers down her milky skin. It was painfully slow, but he didn’t want it to end. Past her bellybutton he continued, he was breathing heavily through his nose, his eyes never leaving his hand as it travelled down her perfect skin, finally stopping just before her pubic line. He had felt her heartbeat pick up at his touch and had heard the small shaky breaths that had escaped her lips. He snatched his hand away quickly.
‘I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have--I don’t know why I did…I…’ he was silenced by Cassie smiling at him.
‘It’s okay Maxxie. I don’t mind.’
He was overcome by her empathy. It was like she understood exactly what was going on in his mind. Even he couldn’t understand what was going on in there at the moment. It made him cherish her all the more. Though there was something else that was niggling at him. Something he just had to do.
‘Do you mind… if I try something else…?’
Her eyes were answer enough as they practically sparkled up at him.
Struggling to keep control of himself so he wouldn’t frighten her, Maxxie slowly lowered himself down until his lips brushed against hers. Very lightly it had been, though it hit him like a bolt of static. He paused, his face a hair’s breath away from her own.
Her beautiful lips curved into a smile of sincere delight. He had made her happy... that was all the indication he needed. Making a snap decision he brought his lips down again, this time with a lot more force. Cassie welcomed him, sliding her arms snugly around his neck as he pushed his tongue fervently into her mouth. She tasted sweet, so sweet. And she was soft, like velvet. Definitely no stubble. It was so different to anything that Maxxie had ever experienced and believe me, he had experienced a lot. A sensation of heat and desire was welling up in the depths of his stomach.
He stroked the side of her face, wanting to touch her, to experience her. She sighed into the kiss. It was that sigh that sent a rush of blood to Maxxie’s head and got him thinking again. What are you doing?! Just because your hormones are racing and you think you might *feel* something for this girl gives you no right to…to…this is not right!! He pulled himself away from her, her arms let go of his neck easily and he sat up. He couldn’t look at her. Now he really had taken advantage of her. Nice work homo!
She joined him in his sitting position. She didn’t even seem to notice the ridiculousness of this scene, as she sat there naked beside him.
‘How do you feel Maxxie?’
‘Awful!’
‘That’s alright.’
‘No! No Cassie it wasn’t anything to do with you! I just… I don’t know why I did that.’
‘Did you feel anything?’
‘Yes… but they weren’t the right things!’
‘That’s alright.’
Maxxie frowned and turned on her. ‘How can you just say “that’s alright”!! It’s not alright! I’m sucha wanker!’
‘No you’re not, you just don’t love me like that. Haven’t you ever heard of loving someone without being sexually attracted to them. Like you would a baby. You love me like I love my baby brother. Isn’t it lovely?!’
Maxxie smiled at this.
‘Do you happen to think that your baby brother is the most beautiful thing in the world? That you would be happy to just look at, or in my case, draw him for the rest of your life??’
Cassie smiled even wider. ‘Course I do! But don’t worry, you like, totally make it into my top three!’ she said putting her arms around his shoulders and laying her head on him.
Maxxie smiled gratefully and leaned into the hug but still remained facing away from her. Her bare skin felt wonderful against him. He wished they could stay like that forever, him just breathing in the scent of her peach shampoo. He sighed.
‘So what now?’
Her head came up and kissed the side of his face gently.
‘You could draw me. You could make me beautiful.’
He mourned the loss of her touch as her arms disappeared. He finally looked around to see her laying herself down again and looking up at him innocently. It was as if there was a whole new layer of intensity and mystique to her now. He tried to give her a reassuring smile. She really was a picture of perfection.
If only he could convince her of that.
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Feedback is very much appreciated.
Author: the-angry-pixie
Pairing: Maxxie and..........Cassie?
Rating: Ma15+
Word Count:: 2141
Summary: A beautiful girl lay on the carpeted floor of his loungeroom; her clothes were a forgotten heap in one corner of the room. Maxxie questioned whether this was such a good idea after all.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Author's Note: An interesting idea that I had.
'Ok now keep very, very still.'
'Okay.'
'And tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable. I can always stop.'
'It's okay Maxxie. My parents like, do it all the time, it's cool.'
Maxxie took a deep breath as he studied the scene before him. A beautiful girl lay on the carpeted floor of his lounge room, her clothes were a forgotten heap in one corner of the room. Everything was shrouded in darkness. A spotlight that he had fixed to the ceiling was shining down on her naked figure, trapping her in a circle of light and turning her skin to cream. She was looking at him with complete innocence and trust shining through her eyes. And oh that hair… that hair that pooled around her face in golden waves.
Yes he thought. Cassie really had been the perfect candidate for his drawing. He began to sketch.
He wondered whether she was nervous. She didn’t look it. Her chest was rising up and down in a steady rhythm, her rose-petal lips were slightly parted and were curled up at the ends in a relaxed smile.
Maxxie realised that he was staring and quickly dropped his head to his canvas guiltily. It was a bit ridiculous; there really wasn’t anything for him to be ashamed of. He was gay. He had known this since he was 8 years old. Nothing had ever swayed him of that thought before. But still… he had always held a special… fondness for Cassie. The group’s pet outsider. She had a beauty that was enchanting and… other-worldly. The rest of the group sort of took it for granted… and she certainly wasn’t aware of it… but Maxxie noticed. Was it such a crime for him to appreciate such beauty?
An outline of her slim figure began to appear on the page before his eyes.
‘Why me?’
Maxxie looked up from his sketchbook to see Cassie looking at him curiously with those huge eyes.
‘Sorry?’ was his reply.
Cassie giggled for no particular reason.
‘Why me Maxxie? You could have gotten anyone for your art project. I’ve seen your drawings. Why not a fella, or Michelle? She’s way more lovely than me.’
Maxxie dropped his head again, afraid that she would read his thoughts.
‘You’re lovely Cassie…’ He had meant it to be a statement, but it had ended up sounding more like a weak suggestion.
‘No I’m not.’
Maxxie didn’t know what to say. It always pained him when Cassie would be like this.
‘Though I’m totally okay with it’ she continued. ‘I was just like, wondering why you asked me instead of somebody else.’
She moved the arm that had been lying back beside her face and her left breast shifted a little.
‘You need to keep still’ Maxxie said, a flush coming to his face. A mixture of erotic electricity and shame was pulsing through his veins.
‘I’m sorry… but you still haven’t answered my question.’
Maxxie swept his pencil across the page, trying to get the curve of her waist just right.
‘I guess I got sick of drawing dicks’ he said plainly his eyes not leaving the page.
He looked up to find Cassie biting her lip, her body shaking with repressed laughter. He smiled. ‘Go ahead, you can laugh, just try not to change your position.’
Cassie let out an adorable twitter of giggles. Maxxie wished he could quickly sketch that playful expression but alas, it was gone quicker than it had come, and the regular vacant and dreamy expression was back in place.
‘So it’s because I have boobs and a pussy is that it?’
Maxxie blushed against his own will.
‘It’s because you are beautiful Cass. That’s why I wanted you. I don’t care if I fail this assignment but there is nobody else I could possibly have drawn.’
This seemed to take her aback. She turned her head away from him slightly which cast harsh shadows down her neck.
‘Wow Maxxie, you’re lovely…’
No Maxxie thought anxiously, No Cassie don’t go back behind that curtain. I want to see you, not your façade.
‘Cass I need you to look at me.’
She turned her head back to him, her eyes were wide with fake naivety. Suddenly Maxxie felt sick to his stomach. Like he was taking advantage of her or something. She was under the impression that she was doing him a favour by posing for his shoddy Life Art assignment when to him it meant so much more. Exactly what it meant to him, he was still not certain.
Not knowing what else to do he went back to his drawing. He was having trouble with the texture of her hair.
‘So… why did you agree to do it then?’ Maxxie questioned as he lifted his eyes shyly to measure her reaction.
She seemed thoughtful as her eyelids closed for a second.
‘Because I trust you’ she said finally as she opened her eyes and smiled at him with them. ‘And its not just because you’re gay.’
Maxxie’s eyebrows raised in surprise. ‘Really?’
‘Yes, I don’t trust you to draw me naked because you are gay…’ she paused enticingly. ‘It’s because I know you love me.’
‘Wha’…?’
Those eyes smiled at his confused expression all the more.
‘You love me. It’s like, in a very strange and pure form… like spring water. You would never do anything to harm me. And so I trust you with my body.’
It was hard for Maxxie to tear his eyes away from that look she was giving him. It hit him like a cold slap to the face. He felt like crying. It was true, he had never quite realised it before but it was all so true. Fuck this is confusing. I’m gay, I’m not supposed to be having these sorts of feelings.
Frustration bubbled inside him and he threw down his sketchbook in aggravation and stood up from where he had been sitting cross-legged on the ground. He stalked back and forth for a moment rubbing his hands through his hair not really knowing what his intention was. Letting out a growl of frustration he stomped over to the girl who was still lying naked in the middle of his lounge room and dropped to his knees beside her. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t seem scared or even surprised by this display.
‘Stay still!’ he ordered.
She did. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and started rearranging it, probably a bit more forcefully than was necessary, around the pillow that she was resting her head on.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispered tentatively.
‘I can’t get your hair right!’ he replied angrily, ‘I’m fixing it!’
Cool and small hands were suddenly around his wrists stopping them from continuing their work.
‘Here let me try.’
Maxxie allowed his hands to fall to his sides as Cassie sat up. She leant forward so that all her hair flowed over her face and then suddenly flicked it back in a remarkable shower of gold.
Maxxie was bombarded with the scent of peaches. His eyes widened at the sight before him. That one moment in time. Her head was thrown back, her spine arched like a cat, her small breasts quivering slightly, her eyes closed. His breath hitched loudly in his throat. She didn’t seem to notice his eyes raking over her body with boyish wonderment. He was suddenly struck with an urge to run his hand down that perfectly flat stomach. It was irrational and dangerous territory he knew, but he couldn’t get it out of his head.
‘How’s that?’ she enquired as she carefully lay herself down again, her hair naturally spreading around her pixie-like face.
Maxxie remained kneeling dumbly beside her.
‘Perfect…’ It was all that he could think of.
She was perfect, in every sense of the word. And she trusted him, she had said it herself, now if only he could trust himself. His mind was currently flooding with impulsiveness. He could stand it no longer.
‘Cass… can I try something?’
Her large eyes looked up at him expectantly.
‘Yes…’
Maxxie’s eyebrows knitted together as he slowly lifted his hand. Lowering it to her chest he started with the small valley of skin between her breasts and slowly began to graze his fingers down her milky skin. It was painfully slow, but he didn’t want it to end. Past her bellybutton he continued, he was breathing heavily through his nose, his eyes never leaving his hand as it travelled down her perfect skin, finally stopping just before her pubic line. He had felt her heartbeat pick up at his touch and had heard the small shaky breaths that had escaped her lips. He snatched his hand away quickly.
‘I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have--I don’t know why I did…I…’ he was silenced by Cassie smiling at him.
‘It’s okay Maxxie. I don’t mind.’
He was overcome by her empathy. It was like she understood exactly what was going on in his mind. Even he couldn’t understand what was going on in there at the moment. It made him cherish her all the more. Though there was something else that was niggling at him. Something he just had to do.
‘Do you mind… if I try something else…?’
Her eyes were answer enough as they practically sparkled up at him.
Struggling to keep control of himself so he wouldn’t frighten her, Maxxie slowly lowered himself down until his lips brushed against hers. Very lightly it had been, though it hit him like a bolt of static. He paused, his face a hair’s breath away from her own.
Her beautiful lips curved into a smile of sincere delight. He had made her happy... that was all the indication he needed. Making a snap decision he brought his lips down again, this time with a lot more force. Cassie welcomed him, sliding her arms snugly around his neck as he pushed his tongue fervently into her mouth. She tasted sweet, so sweet. And she was soft, like velvet. Definitely no stubble. It was so different to anything that Maxxie had ever experienced and believe me, he had experienced a lot. A sensation of heat and desire was welling up in the depths of his stomach.
He stroked the side of her face, wanting to touch her, to experience her. She sighed into the kiss. It was that sigh that sent a rush of blood to Maxxie’s head and got him thinking again. What are you doing?! Just because your hormones are racing and you think you might *feel* something for this girl gives you no right to…to…this is not right!! He pulled himself away from her, her arms let go of his neck easily and he sat up. He couldn’t look at her. Now he really had taken advantage of her. Nice work homo!
She joined him in his sitting position. She didn’t even seem to notice the ridiculousness of this scene, as she sat there naked beside him.
‘How do you feel Maxxie?’
‘Awful!’
‘That’s alright.’
‘No! No Cassie it wasn’t anything to do with you! I just… I don’t know why I did that.’
‘Did you feel anything?’
‘Yes… but they weren’t the right things!’
‘That’s alright.’
Maxxie frowned and turned on her. ‘How can you just say “that’s alright”!! It’s not alright! I’m sucha wanker!’
‘No you’re not, you just don’t love me like that. Haven’t you ever heard of loving someone without being sexually attracted to them. Like you would a baby. You love me like I love my baby brother. Isn’t it lovely?!’
Maxxie smiled at this.
‘Do you happen to think that your baby brother is the most beautiful thing in the world? That you would be happy to just look at, or in my case, draw him for the rest of your life??’
Cassie smiled even wider. ‘Course I do! But don’t worry, you like, totally make it into my top three!’ she said putting her arms around his shoulders and laying her head on him.
Maxxie smiled gratefully and leaned into the hug but still remained facing away from her. Her bare skin felt wonderful against him. He wished they could stay like that forever, him just breathing in the scent of her peach shampoo. He sighed.
‘So what now?’
Her head came up and kissed the side of his face gently.
‘You could draw me. You could make me beautiful.’
He mourned the loss of her touch as her arms disappeared. He finally looked around to see her laying herself down again and looking up at him innocently. It was as if there was a whole new layer of intensity and mystique to her now. He tried to give her a reassuring smile. She really was a picture of perfection.
If only he could convince her of that.
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