Heaven In Hiding

The Moon

"Oh my fucking god," Camila moaned as she laid prone on the couch with her butt perched in the air. He thrust into her one last time before they both hit their peak in tandem, his larger body collapsing against hers as they both caught their breath. He had originally just come over to watch a movie and eat food but about half way through the movie they both found themselves naked, moaning and sweaty. It had been a few days since they first had sex and even now they still had trouble wrapping their minds around just how good they were together.

Shawn pulled out of her causing Camila to whimper at the loss of contact. He got up off of the couch and scurried off to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up before coming back out and letting Camila take her turn in the bathroom. They still weren't at the level where they felt comfortable being in the bathroom at the same time, so they took turns.

They put their clothes back on and once again were laying on the couch with their eyes glued to the TV. Shawn couldn't help but let his mind wander to a question that had been floating around his brain since he started hooking up with Camila. Why hadn't they kissed yet? He had literally been inside of her just moments earlier and he still couldn't tell you what it'd be like to have her lips on his. He wanted to kiss her. Every time things started to get hot and heavy he wanted to kiss her. Hell, really just anytime he saw her. He had to actively remind himself not to kiss her while they'd have sex because it's just second nature when two people connect in such an intimate way. He assumed that kissing was off the table, though. Surely if it wasn't Camila would've just made a move herself. He didn't know why, but he was kind of nervous to bring it up with her so he just...didn't. If it happened one day then that'd be great, but for now he was more than happy with their current physical relationship. He was brought out of his thoughts by Camila's sweet voice from the other side of the couch.

"Do you wanna paint with me?"

"I can't paint, Camila...you know this," he chuckled.

"Are you sure? Because I seem to remember you helping me with the mural and absolutely crushing it..." She sat up from the plush couch and made her way over to her easel and paint supplies which were stored in the corner of the room. "It's just for fun. I'm not expecting you to be the next Picasso."

"Alright fine," Shawn sighed as he stood up and followed her to the corner. "What are we painting?"

"I don't know. What do you feel like painting?"

"I don't know. That's why I asked you."

"Alright, sassy pants," Camila laughed. "I'm not going to tell you what to paint. That defeats the purpose of art. Just paint whatever you're feeling. Let the colors tell you where they should be."

"Damn...that's deep."

"You sound like me twenty minutes ago," Camila said with a straight face. Shawn immediately blushed and laughed at her dirty joke. It did sound pretty similar to some things she had gasped out mid-coitus. Camila winked at him before handing him a blank canvas. "You can just use any of these brushes or paints."

They both sat on the floor with their canvases and began creating their masterpieces, hiding their creations from each other so the final product would be a surprise. Camila put dollops of acrylic paint on her palette and picked out a few brushes she knew she'd need before looking up at Shawn and smiling. He looked like a lost puppy, staring at her still blank canvas like he had no idea what to do.

"Any ideas?"

"No," he pouted. "I feel like I need a prompt or something. I'm not good at just making something out of nothing."

"Alright, alright...what about...the moon?"

"The moon," he repeated quietly to himself. "I can work with that." He mirrored Camila's earlier actions and added some paint to his own palette. The first brushstroke was intimidating but once he started painting he just went for it, adding various shades of gray, black, white and blue to create the vision he saw in his head. Granted, the vision he saw in his head was a very simple beginner painting - but it was still something. Camila couldn't help but giggle when she looked up from her own canvas to see Shawn sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he painted. "What?" he questioned when he heard her quiet giggle.