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Other Colors - Ch. 17
Date: 1/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
painting for Dmitri. I wasn’t just seeing him. I was living with him now. I was his. And I had not the slightest shred of an idea of what I could say for myself. Still, I owed him at least the simulacrum of an explanation. And if I couldn’t give him that, then I owed him, at least, a ‘hello’. I crossed my arms, and started inching down the aisle to the foot of his ladder. It was a little hard to look at him. The flame of his torch was like a flash of lightning. “…Hey stranger,” I called up sheepishly, shielding my eyes. He turned off his torch, and flipped his mask up, “Pens?” I nodded. He stared. I watched him tug off his gloves, and climb down to greet me. His clothes were filthy, and his curls sopping wet with sweat. I hugged him anyways. “I like the leaves. Sort of Julio Gonzalez-y…” with my toe, I tapped the box beside the ladder, “…What’s the concept?” “Titania’s forest,” he answered me distantly, still staring. “Oh. They’re doing The Dream ?” I drew my lips to one side, “Ashton, or Balanchine?” “They’re doing The Shrew ,” he wiped his brow, “And it’s Cranko, but they’re mixing scores. The whole thing’s kind of a mess, really,” he leaned back against the ladder, “I’m not convinced Renault knows where he’s going with it. He's more concerned with puns than continuity.” Still, he was staring. I felt my skin begin to warm. “What’s wrong?” I murmured. “Did I mix up my eyeliner and lipstick again?” “I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “I’m just—I’m really surprised you’re here.” ...