Sculpt me like a pretty boy

Ch I

Buck liked sculpting.

He never thought he'd try it. And not because it was a "Girl" hobby. No he just wasn't creative. He tried writing and drawing. He even tried painting...once. But it all just came out a mess. So when his therapist mentioned a hobby away from work. Something to help him rest and release stress.

And that didn't mean sleeping around. He wasn't Buck 1.0 any more. He listened to her advice. He tried cooking and even yoga. But none of it fit. Cooking wasn't much of a hobby. He did enjoy it though. He liked making food for his team or for Chris and Eddie.

He didn't really enjoy yoga. It was too slow. Left too much time for him to think. And that's exactly what he was trying to do the opposite of. He had too much time to think. That's what therapy was for. And he spent most of his time at work. He needed a small bit of time for himself.

Something he could keep close to him. It's not like he didn't like sharing his hobbies with his friends or with Eddie. But he shared everything with them. His cooking skills, his things. He would give his shirt right off his back for any one of them. Hell he even shared his sex life with them. And they knew way too much about that part of his life.

And a small part of him thought they might find it childish.

So with not anything else in mind. Buck walked into a studio. One his therapist recommended. It was her wife's studio. A little convenient but it worked.

Gabriella was a tall woman in her late forties. Her black curly had small bits of gray in them. And feathers and beads in her hair. She looked so cool to him. It wasn't about looks he didn't feel attracted to her. Not because of her age. He'd been through that with Abby. No he was just in awe of her.

She had a long dark skirt that touched the floor and an apron covering the front of her body. Clay was stuck to the front and even on her skirt. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and clay was going up her arms almost to the sleeves. He didn't realize how messy sculpting could be.

The woman met him at the door. "Ruby said you'd be coming by"

Buck smiled sheepishly and rubbed a hand over his neck. He didn't refer to his therapist as her first name. Something about professionality. And he didn't want to get her in trouble. She had been the best therapist he ever had and didn't want to ruin that. "Or that would be Ms Martinez for you" She said with a small realization.

"Yea she doesn't like me calling her by her first name" he said chuckling nervously.

Gabriella only grinned. Her white teeth showed. She knew just how her wife could be. She was a very determined and professional woman. Just her sending him to her was a big step. It meant she cared for his progress. Even if she didn't want to admit it. That's just why she married her.

She clapped her hands together causing the sound to echo off the walls. It was a small studio. At least it seemed that way in the front. Just a desk where the assistant sat. But he was laid back a magazine in hand. Then there was a door straight ahead. The door that led to the actual studio.The place where all the fun happened.

"Well let's get to it" She enthused excitedly.

Buck followed her into the room. As soon as the door opened the smell hit him. He had never been around clay or anything related to it. But there was a distinctive smell it caused and he liked it. It was almost like old paper in an unused book and another smell that he just couldn't explain.

She walked into the room only stopping beside the machines on the floor. Well not on the floor. Propped up on small desks. "Now these are the wheels" She said, gesturing to them. Before she sat down on the stool. "I'm going to teach you how to use them first" Buck nodded eagerly.