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Oct 13, 2016 13:11:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 13:11:43 GMT -7
The best thing about how awkward Xan was with all things sex-related was that Hugo was just as awkward, if not more. When she was embarrassed, he was embarrassed, and before long, they were both bright red and laughing. “I know you didn’t!” She replied when he insisted that wasn’t what he had meant. “And that only makes it funnier!” Xan wiped at a couple of mirthful tears that had squeezed themselves out of her eyes. “I can die happy now.” Xan paused, realizing what she had just said. She really hoped that didn’t make things awkward again, because if any comment could, it would be a dying girl saying that she could die happy. “So, what do you think of the idea of me painting a version of Starry Night on you?” Xan asked. She knew that it was one of the most-oft painted works ever, but Xan had an idea that she hoped would be as overdone as the original version of the painting.
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Oct 17, 2016 8:58:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2016 8:58:51 GMT -7
Hugo was glad that she knew it wasn't a purposeful naughty joke. Then she made her own accidentally uncomfortable joke and Hugo paused too, staring at her. "I'll make sure you're always happy," he muttered, not necessarily for her to her.
She suggested a version of Starry Night and Hugo grinned, taking a step toward her. "I am completely cool with that. I brought a stool in case you want me to sit or I could stand or lay down or whatever? I'm at your command," he joked, giving a small bow, never taking his twinkling eyes off hers.
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Oct 19, 2016 10:20:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 10:20:56 GMT -7
Xan smiled at Hugo when he said that he’d make sure she was always happy. “You do that anyways, so I don’t know why you’re saying that like it’s something new.” She told him. Even being around Hugo was enough to improve her mood. When it came to his suggestions about how to best position himself so that she could paint him, Xan thought for a moment before replying. “Sitting might be best.” She said. “I’m short, you know.” Hugo was a whole half a foot taller than Xan, and while normally that wasn’t a bad thing – it made standing on her tiptoes a lot more fun – when it came to painting, Xan wanted to make sure that her hand was as steady as possible, and reaching up to paint wasn’t the best. Selecting a rather large brush to start with, Xan picked up a palette and a tube of red paint, a glob of which she put onto the palette. “Are you ready?” Xan asked as she dipped the brush into the paint. “It might be cold.” She warned. Xan hesitated one moment more, not quite sure she was ready to actually start painting Hugo yet. This was new for her, and a little scary. She wanted to make sure he was ready, too.
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Nov 4, 2016 19:00:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 19:00:37 GMT -7
She was smiling and honestly, that was all he wanted. That was all Hugo ever wanted. He smiled back, "It's just a general reminder," he remarked easily. Xan knew how he felt about her, how he always wanted her to be happy and he had every intention of making sure that she never forgot it.
The moment she said that it would be better for him to sit, Hugo pulled out the stool and sat down. He smiled when she mentioned how short she was. "Oh believe me, I know," he teased with a quick wink at her. She seemed to be getting everything ready and Hugo found himself a little nervous. He'd never done something like this before, but it was worth it. As long as it kept her happy and smiling it was worth it. He took a few shallow breaths to prepare himself. Then Xan asked if he was ready. "I'm ready," he told her with a grin. "Bring it on." He didn't care about the cold. He was curious and interested to see how this would work out.
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Nov 16, 2016 14:34:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2016 14:34:51 GMT -7
Xan’s smile widened when Hugo said that his saying that he wanted to make sure she was always happy was just a general reminder. He was such a goofball, but she loved that about him. She loved everything about him, of course, but it was nice to be able to name particular things that she loved.
Xan had to resist the urge to bury her head in her hands when Hugo said that he knew she was short. “That’s not very nice.” She said, sticking her tongue out at him while a fresh blush crept up onto her cheeks. One day she was going to stop blushing around Hugo, but today was most certainly not that day. Hugo confirmed, one last time, that he was ready, and then said to bring it on. There was that Gryffindor spirit, Xan thought, her smile softening into something that wasn’t so outrageously happy and more quietly content. Finally, after all of this buildup, Xan was going to put paint on Hugo. She moved so she was facing his back, and then quickly, carefully, brushed a stroke of red along the line of his shoulder blade. “Was that okay?” Xan asked, just in case. Once he agreed this one last time, she was going to go all-out.
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Nov 19, 2016 13:15:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 13:15:07 GMT -7
She was blushing and Hugo loved it. Something about making Xan blush made him feel happy inside, even though he knew it didn’t really make sense. Still, she was cute when she was embarrassed and a little red. “I just stated a fact,” he teased. “I wasn’t trying to be mean.” She knew that. He knew that, but he had to actually say it out loud and make sure they both knew it.
When he said he was ready, Xan moved behind him so she was facing his back and Hugo tensed a little as he waited for her to start painting. At the feel of the brush leaving a streak of cool paint on his back, Hugo breathed in sharply. It didn’t feel bad, it was just different and now that he knew what it would feel like, he could prepare himself. He smiled, “That was fine Xan. Go ahead,” he encouraged her immediately.
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Nov 19, 2016 20:53:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 20:53:07 GMT -7
Xan smiled when Hugo said that he wasn’t trying to be mean. She doubted that Hugo had as much meanness in his entire body as most people had in their pinky finger, so the idea that he would be mean on purpose, especially to her, was just a little laughable. “I know.” She replied simply.
Hugo took a sharp breath when she spread the paint on him, and that was almost enough to make Xan want to put down her palette and just hug him. When Hugo encouraged her to go on, though, Xan knew that it was time to stop hesitating. She stepped a little closer to Hugo and bent down, taking a deep breath with her nose next to his hair. It probably would have seemed strange, if anyone saw them, but they were alone and Hugo had to know by now that she just liked him. The way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he was. Suitably fortified, Xan continued her work. She streaked red on Hugo’s other shoulder blade, and then in a long line down his spine, from the nape of his neck to the waistband of his boxers. Rounding the front, Xan smiled at Hugo’s face again, and reached forward with her paintbrush to place a single red dot on the tip of his nose.
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Nov 19, 2016 23:24:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 23:24:57 GMT -7
She understood his teasing, just as he expected, and Hugo smiled at her, giving a triumphant nod. They both knew he was right. Honestly though, he didn't care if he'd been wrong. It would have been worth it just to spend time with her like this, to see her excited and happy. That was all Hu wanted right now. For her to be happy.
Xan paused before she started to paint and Hugo waited patiently. He wondered if she was trying to figure out exactly what she wanted to do, but now was not the time to worry about it. He needed to be ready for- he tensed when he felt her brush more paint on his back- that. It wasn't a bad feeling, just unexpected because he didn't know when she was going to start. Once she started, she moved fluidly. Hugo closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of the paint being brushed onto his skin. At first it was cold and strange, but after just a moment he started to like it. He opened his eyes when she moved from his back to his front and he was smiling at her. He was trying to be still, but it was hard when all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her. He laughed when she painted his nose. "What was that for? I thought I was being a good canvas here," he said, not even trying to get himself to stop smiling.
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Nov 20, 2016 11:39:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 11:39:18 GMT -7
Xan melted a little when she saw Hugo’s eyes open when she moved to his front. She loved his eyes, and she had to stop herself from accidentally getting lost in them. “You’re being a perfect canvas.” Xan assured her boyfriend. “But you look cute with paint on your nose.” She said, bending down to hiss Hugo on the forehead. When she pulled back from him, Xan placed a stroke of paint right where she had kissed him, painting a stripe to connect the dot of paint on his forehead to the dot on his nose. Right now, Hugo looked a little ridiculous, with only a few swirls of red on his body, but Xan was confident that everything was going to come together. She painted careful lines to follow his collarbones, ending them in carefully sharp points. “Did you bring a camera?” Xan asked as she continued to swirl red across Hugo’s torso. She was almost done with the red paint, she was pretty sure, but Xan wanted to make sure the balance of all of the colors was correct. As for the camera, Xan wanted to know whether there would be anything to document what was sure to be her greatest masterpiece yet, or if her memory would have to suffice. If there was no camera, then Xan was going to have to make sure she really studied Hugo before allowing him to wash the paint off. She didn’t want to forget this day for anything.
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Nov 21, 2016 22:46:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 22:46:50 GMT -7
Hugo rolled his eyes when Xan said that he was a perfect canvas, but that the paint on his nose was cute. He was pretty sure that she just made that up, but he didn't care. This was the happiest he'd seen Xan in a while and that was worth any discomfort that he might feel. He closed his eyes once more when she kissed his forehead, which was probably not a very good move because he was not prepared when she started painting on his face again. He almost jerked, which would have certainly ruined her handiwork, but he somehow managed to contain himself, shivering slightly once she lifted the paintbrush once more. She asked if he brought a camera and Hugo shook his head instantly. Honestly, the idea to bring a camera had never occurred to him, but he wasn't sure if he would have brought one even if he did think of it. He wasn't ashamed of letting Xan paint on him, but he wasn't sure he wanted physical proof of it. If his mom- really, anyone in his family- found out, he would probably be in for a mouthful. So, no camera and no regrets. "Sorry, I didn't even think of that Xan," he answered her after just a moment. "You think your memory is good enough that you can remember this?" he teased, hoping to ward off any disappointment she might feel.
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Nov 23, 2016 9:58:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 9:58:20 GMT -7
Hugo said he hadn’t remembered to bring a camera, and that didn’t disappoint Xan as much as she thought it would. It just gave her another excuse to stare at Hugo – not that she needed excuses, but they were helpful, sometimes, especially if other people were in the room and couldn’t understand why she was so entranced with her boyfriend. “I don’t know if I’ll remember all of it.” Xan admitted. “But I don’t think I could ever forget being this happy.” It was the kind of incandescence that didn’t happen often, made even brighter by how dark everything had seemed lately. And really, it didn’t matter much if she memorized every swirl of paint on Hugo’s body. It mattered if she remembered how she felt, how much Hugo had gone through just to make her happy. Xan’s list of reasons she loved Hugo Weasley was growing every day.
When she was finished with the red paint, Xan found a glass of water that had been preset, and cleaned the brush before moving onto orange. It was slightly easier to place the whorls of orange, since they just radiated out from the red ones. Xan hummed a little under her breath while she worked, and then paused, looking at Hugo. She was going to mention how much she loved him, but she had already done that so much already. Instead she just smiled at him, shook her head a little, and returned to painting.
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Nov 23, 2016 12:26:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 12:26:31 GMT -7
Hugo nodded, glad that she wasn't too disappointed he hadn't brought a camera. She was smiling widely and seemed to be delighted by what was going on. "Good. And if you need any reminders in the future, I'll be happy to bring up this moment," he told her, before blushing slightly, "Unless we're with our parents. I'm not going to be mentioning this in front of them any time soon. For both our sakes." Their parents would not like the sound of Hugo basically stripping in front of Xan so she could paint on him. This was a private moment, just meant for the two of them. To show how much he loved her.
It wasn't long before Xan decided she was done with the red paint and cleaned off her brush so she could move to another color, which was something that Hugo didn't mind at all. He closed his eyes as he listened to her hum as she painted. He liked the sound of her voice so he just focused on the happy melody coming from her. When it randomly stopped, along with her painting, Hugo opened his eyes and looked at her curiously. However, as soon as he looked at her, she smiled and shook her head before continuing to paint. Hugo forced himself to speak instead of showing her how curious he was. "Xan, why did you stop?" he asked a moment later.
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Nov 25, 2016 9:18:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 9:18:45 GMT -7
Xan chuckled when Hugo said he’d remind her, as long as they weren’t in front of either of their parents. “You might want to include siblings in that, too.” She added. She doubted Zac and Winnie would be fond of the idea of their friend and sister being alone together with the former half-naked. “Maybe we should just keep it between us two.” Xan mused. It wasn’t often that they were around other people anyways, since most of their time was spent in the hospital wing, and the other patients there weren’t interested in Xan and Hugo’s conversation so much as they were interested in getting better so they could leave the place. But Hugo was right – Xan didn’t want to think of what her godfather would say about this scene.
Hugo asked why she stopped painting, and Xan just smiled. “Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m not dreaming.” Recently, Xan had had to make sure that she wasn’t in a nightmare and about to wake up from the horrible hand she’d been dealt, but in this moment, she was just dreaming again. She began humming again, painting a ring of orange around Hugo’s neck and another swirl on his bicep before going to clean her brush again, searching for yellow paint.
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Nov 25, 2016 13:38:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 13:38:04 GMT -7
Hugo nodded at her suggestion. She was laughing, but he wasn’t. If anyone else found out about this, they would probably be in big trouble and he didn’t want that. The nurses- if they ever found out- probably wouldn’t let him take her out of the hospital wing. “Yes, I think this is definitely something that should just stay between the two of us.” He wasn’t worried about her telling anyone, but after talking about it Hugo definitely felt better.
He smiled, “You’re not dreaming, Xan. Though I guess since we’re not taking photographs of it, you won’t have any evidence that it’s not a dream in the future,” he added with a smile. He relaxed, finally getting used to the cold feel of paint as it touched his skin. This was actually quite soothing, though he never would have guessed that. “How does it look?” he asked Xan curiously. It was weird to know she was painting but not really be able to see the result.
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Nov 29, 2016 11:10:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 11:10:49 GMT -7
Xan didn’t mind this staying just between the two of them. Not everything about love had to be flaunted and shouted from the rooftops. Everyone who really mattered in their relationship was here anyways, and Xan would be damned if she let anyone say she didn’t love Hugo because she wasn’t constantly prattling on about it the way some girls talked about their boyfriends. “It’s a deal.” Xan said with a soft smile, reaching to ruffle Hugo’s hair before realizing that somewhere in the course of her painting, she had gotten paint smeared all over her hands as well as her brush. She would wash them before they left, though, and the nurses would be none the wiser.
“I’ll just ask you, and you’ll remind me.” Xan replied surely. Hugo wouldn’t lie to her, certainly not about whether or not she had been dreaming when they were together. Hugo asked how it looked, and Xan grinned. “Pretty good so far, if I do say so myself.” Then, winking at him, she added, “I had a good canvas to begin with, though.” She switched the yellow out for green, and began humming again.
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