Art is subjective
Title: Art is subjective
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13 (for kinky almost sex and light swearing)
Pairings: Dean/Ginny
Summary: Dean is the artist and Ginny is the subject.
Notes: Set in HBP before the G/H.
"Hand up." said Dean. Ginny put her hand up by her face like it was the last time he'd drawn her. "Good." he said. He put his pencil to the paper and started to finish the sketch the picture he had started yesterday. This allowed Ginny's mind to wonder. Shetought about the D.A. and how here, in the Come and Go Room they had learned so much. She thought about Dean and how cute he was when he was concentrating. She sighed and looked around the room. It was different than when they had met in the D.A. It was better lit and had bowls of fruit all over and curtains and paints. It looked like an artist's studio.
"You going to be an artist Dean?"
"Yeah I think so." he said his eyebrows wrinkled. She nodded and went back to her pose. She lay there for another half and hour before Dean stood up. "Done." he said looking at his from about three feet away. Ginny stood and walked to look at it. She gasped. "It's not my best." he said shuffling his feet.
"Dean," said Ginny turning around and putting her hands around his shoulders, "it's amazing. Thank you."
"It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do." he said looking into her eyes.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to draw you as I saw you in my mind not with eyes."
"And how was that?" she asked knowing the answer.
"Nude." he said unashamed.
"You want me to do a nude for you?"
"Yes." Ginny blushed. "Only if you're ready Gin." He said looking away from the piece that he had just finished. She didn't say anything. She took a few steps back from him. She pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. She unbuttoned her pants and let them slide down her legs. She stuck her hand on her underwear. "Keep them on." said Dean.
"Where'd you want me?" she asked holding her shoulders.
Dean swallowed. "B-by the curtains." he said. She nodded and walked over to a window and drew the curtains. Dean nodded and knocked over his easel. He picked it up and summoned a blank canvas from across the room. He sat it down at an angle so he could see Ginny. He opened cans of pant and sat down. He looked at Ginny and stood up. He grabbed the brushes up from the floor. He stood and hit his head on the corner of the canvas.
"Dean." said Ginny "You okay? You want to do this later?"
"No, no, I'm fine. Gin if I don't do this now I'll lose my nerve."
"What do I do?"
"Nothing." she started to drop her hands. "No. Don't move." Ginny obeyed. She stood feet turned in holding her shoulders looking at him. She watched him get into his element. No longer appearing to notice that she was standing naked in front of him. She was becoming art to him. He dipped his brushes into different colored paints and wrinkled his brow. She stood for and hour before he stopped. "I think that's good for now." He picked up her shirt from behind him and threw it in her direction. He didn't turn around.
Ginny picked up her shirt and walked to him. "Dean?" She slid her shirt over her head and held him. "What is it?" He stood and held her.
"It's nothing Gin. I'm fine."
She pulled from him and held him at arms length. She studied his face. "You sure?"
"I'm fine." he said, sounding more sure of himself. He smiled at her. She smiled back trowing her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek. He turned and kissed her full on the mouth. Ginny closed her eyes and smiled into it. She hopped on to him. He took her legs that where wrapped around his torso. He walked her up to a wall and pressed against her. She lifter her head an he started kissing her neck. She dropped her legs and stood on her toes. She pressed her arms to his chest.
"Sorry. Too far?" Ginny raised her eyebrows and walked to the couch she had been on earlier. She looked at him and smiled.
"No."
He walked to her and she took his hand and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her and she kissed him back. She pushed him off and straddled his lap. She slowly unbuttoned one button she kissed his chest. And another one and another one. She could feel that he was getting more tense every time she kissed him. Once his shirt was off she kissed his again. He reached up the teeshirt he had thrown at her only minutes ago. He felt her back and pushed her back to the other side of the couch. She giggled and kissed him. He pushed against her and she bit her lip as he lifted her shirt off and kissed her stomach. He looked up at her.
"You ready?" he asked looking at her. She nodded and he put his hand on either side of her head. She looked at his arm.
"Shit."
"What?"
"Dean. We have Quidditch in ten minutes."
"Shit." he said raising his head and running his hand though his hair. He picked up his shirt and buttoned it. Ginny stood and walked to where she had undressed herself earlier. She pulled her jeans back up. She put her bra back on and walked to where the tee shirt and been thrown by Dean. She pulled it over her head before she looked at him. He was sitting on the couch looking at her.
"What?"
"People say that art is subjective. But you Ginny, are beautiful by anyone's standards."
She sat beside him. "Thank you Dean," she kissed his cheek, "But I wouldn't be so sure." She stood up.
"Ginny, every guy in this school would love to have you and I do." he grabbed her hand, turned her around and stood in one motion. "So thank you." he said lifting her chin to kiss her.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13 (for kinky almost sex and light swearing)
Pairings: Dean/Ginny
Summary: Dean is the artist and Ginny is the subject.
Notes: Set in HBP before the G/H.
"Hand up." said Dean. Ginny put her hand up by her face like it was the last time he'd drawn her. "Good." he said. He put his pencil to the paper and started to finish the sketch the picture he had started yesterday. This allowed Ginny's mind to wonder. Shetought about the D.A. and how here, in the Come and Go Room they had learned so much. She thought about Dean and how cute he was when he was concentrating. She sighed and looked around the room. It was different than when they had met in the D.A. It was better lit and had bowls of fruit all over and curtains and paints. It looked like an artist's studio.
"You going to be an artist Dean?"
"Yeah I think so." he said his eyebrows wrinkled. She nodded and went back to her pose. She lay there for another half and hour before Dean stood up. "Done." he said looking at his from about three feet away. Ginny stood and walked to look at it. She gasped. "It's not my best." he said shuffling his feet.
"Dean," said Ginny turning around and putting her hands around his shoulders, "it's amazing. Thank you."
"It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do." he said looking into her eyes.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to draw you as I saw you in my mind not with eyes."
"And how was that?" she asked knowing the answer.
"Nude." he said unashamed.
"You want me to do a nude for you?"
"Yes." Ginny blushed. "Only if you're ready Gin." He said looking away from the piece that he had just finished. She didn't say anything. She took a few steps back from him. She pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. She unbuttoned her pants and let them slide down her legs. She stuck her hand on her underwear. "Keep them on." said Dean.
"Where'd you want me?" she asked holding her shoulders.
Dean swallowed. "B-by the curtains." he said. She nodded and walked over to a window and drew the curtains. Dean nodded and knocked over his easel. He picked it up and summoned a blank canvas from across the room. He sat it down at an angle so he could see Ginny. He opened cans of pant and sat down. He looked at Ginny and stood up. He grabbed the brushes up from the floor. He stood and hit his head on the corner of the canvas.
"Dean." said Ginny "You okay? You want to do this later?"
"No, no, I'm fine. Gin if I don't do this now I'll lose my nerve."
"What do I do?"
"Nothing." she started to drop her hands. "No. Don't move." Ginny obeyed. She stood feet turned in holding her shoulders looking at him. She watched him get into his element. No longer appearing to notice that she was standing naked in front of him. She was becoming art to him. He dipped his brushes into different colored paints and wrinkled his brow. She stood for and hour before he stopped. "I think that's good for now." He picked up her shirt from behind him and threw it in her direction. He didn't turn around.
Ginny picked up her shirt and walked to him. "Dean?" She slid her shirt over her head and held him. "What is it?" He stood and held her.
"It's nothing Gin. I'm fine."
She pulled from him and held him at arms length. She studied his face. "You sure?"
"I'm fine." he said, sounding more sure of himself. He smiled at her. She smiled back trowing her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek. He turned and kissed her full on the mouth. Ginny closed her eyes and smiled into it. She hopped on to him. He took her legs that where wrapped around his torso. He walked her up to a wall and pressed against her. She lifter her head an he started kissing her neck. She dropped her legs and stood on her toes. She pressed her arms to his chest.
"Sorry. Too far?" Ginny raised her eyebrows and walked to the couch she had been on earlier. She looked at him and smiled.
"No."
He walked to her and she took his hand and pulled him on top of her. He kissed her and she kissed him back. She pushed him off and straddled his lap. She slowly unbuttoned one button she kissed his chest. And another one and another one. She could feel that he was getting more tense every time she kissed him. Once his shirt was off she kissed his again. He reached up the teeshirt he had thrown at her only minutes ago. He felt her back and pushed her back to the other side of the couch. She giggled and kissed him. He pushed against her and she bit her lip as he lifted her shirt off and kissed her stomach. He looked up at her.
"You ready?" he asked looking at her. She nodded and he put his hand on either side of her head. She looked at his arm.
"Shit."
"What?"
"Dean. We have Quidditch in ten minutes."
"Shit." he said raising his head and running his hand though his hair. He picked up his shirt and buttoned it. Ginny stood and walked to where she had undressed herself earlier. She pulled her jeans back up. She put her bra back on and walked to where the tee shirt and been thrown by Dean. She pulled it over her head before she looked at him. He was sitting on the couch looking at her.
"What?"
"People say that art is subjective. But you Ginny, are beautiful by anyone's standards."
She sat beside him. "Thank you Dean," she kissed his cheek, "But I wouldn't be so sure." She stood up.
"Ginny, every guy in this school would love to have you and I do." he grabbed her hand, turned her around and stood in one motion. "So thank you." he said lifting her chin to kiss her.