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Waking up to an empty bed was a new phenomenon for Tressa. After all, she had been falling asleep intertwined with her new boyfriend for the past few nights, comforted by his warm embrace. Now, however, she was awoken by the cold air due to the empty spot beside her. She sat up, taking a moment to rub her eyes as she internally admitted that she would not be getting back to sleep. Without his presence, sleep would be difficult to achieve.
Her eyes scanned the ruffled sheets beside her. Not once did she doubt him. She knew that Obi had to be somewhere in the apartment, maybe even taking a breath outside. Either way, everything was telling her that he would not leave her, so there was nothing for her to worry about. Logically, getting back to sleep should be fine with this in mind, though her physical discomfort said otherwise.
She shifted a little, taking a glance at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read 2:34 AM. Although it was insanely early, if you could even describe it as such, Tressa had to take into consideration the man that she was dating. A man that took pride in his artistic talent. Said artistic talent was likely the reason as to why he had disappeared.
With a soft sigh, she slowly adjusted herself so that she was sat right on the edge of the bed. Taking a moment to brush her hair down and to the side, she noticed how cold the room was. This was likely due to Obi's absence. She took a moment to breathe, before finally standing up. Maybe a little movement would warm her up... and so would he.
She crossed the room and retrieved her bathrobe, putting it on over her silky black nightdress to keep herself warm. When she was finally dressed in the thick fabric, she folded over her arms and delved into the now-familiar apartment that belonged to Obi.
She ventured out into the corridor, lifting her head and looking over each of the decorations he had framed upon the wall. There were old family photos, recent family photos, and many, many portraits painted by the man himself. The assortment of family photos never failed to make her smile though, the affection that his family showed for one another warmed her heart. If anything, it reminded her of her own. The two of them really did love their families... And they really did love eachother.
It didn't take long for her to notice the slight crack of light emitting from his study, calling her over. She quickly answered the call of the light and stepped to the door, gently nudging it open. It opened seamlessly, without a sound, and she stepped into the room.
The light was coming from a lamp at the side of the room, dimly lighting up the small space. In the center was a desk, the desk that Obi was sat at. His back was facing her and he was leaned over, quickly scrawling something onto a piece of paper. It didn't seem like he noticed her as he continued to write, occasionally pausing for a moment - seemingly to think, only to continue with writing again. As quietly as she could, Tressa made her way towards him, tiptoeing through the room until she was finally right behind him. Her hands gently took his shoulders and she leaned forward, glancing over him to get a peer of what he was working on. It seemed to be a script of sorts.
"Mm." Obi hummed, leaning his head back into Tressa's chest, earning a light giggle from her. "Good morning, dearest."
"Morning? That's generous." Another slight laugh came from her. Her hands slowly ran up and down his shoulders.
A soft purr came from Obi as he remained leaned against her, then closing over his eyes. The pen that he had been holding only moments prior was dropped onto the desk beside the paper. He took his time, breathing steadily. It was almost as if he was having a nap and using his girlfriend as a pillow.
Tressa sighed. "... You're tired, dear. Come back to bed."
"No, no. I am fine. I am simply fulfilling my duty. When an artist is struck with ideas, he must write them down."
"Oh, I'm sure he must. But he also needs rest, doesn't he?"
"Not necessarily. Sometimes the best works come from the lack of sleep. The mind, it... It begins to wander."
"Well, I suppose the mind won't be the only thing wandering. I'm going back-" Tressa began, only falling quiet when Obi's hands found hers, taking them and squeezing them in order to hold her in place.
"Stay."
"Obi..."
"Tressa," Obi replied, using Tressa's hand to guide her to the spot beside him, giving him the opportunity to open up his eyes and gaze into hers. "An artist may need to write his ideas, he may need to rest, even; but neither of them are comparable to what is necessary for him." He fell quiet, urging Tressa to question him with those blue eyes of his. "What is necessary for the artist, my beloved. Are you aware of what that is?"
"Go on..." Tressa urged, voice slow and lowered.
A light smile crossed his face as he playfully tilted his head away from her, his loving gaze still fixed on hers.
"His muse."
Obi's thumb gently caressed her pale hand, his own bringing hers a little closer, only for him to gently press his lips to the roof of her hand. This naturally filled Tressa's stomach with butterflies as she looked down at the beautiful, beautiful man offering her such a soft smile. There was only one aura that radiated from him:
Pure, unfiltered adoration.
He adored her.
The feeling was mutual, but Tressa struggled with expressing that in moments like this. Her cheeks heated up and, when she went to speak, she could only produce a helpless little giggle. Hell, her eyes couldn't even look into his anymore. They darted away when she felt her heart racing, instead they opted to focus on anything but him.
When she couldn't formulate a proper response in the little time that felt like five years, Obi finally rose to his feet. His hand still held hers, which had completely frozen despite how warm it was to touch. He stepped close to her, doing what he did best and comforting her by his presence alone.
"I hear your heartbeat, beautiful. You know there is no need to become so worked up with me." He finally let go of her hand, instead using his arm to loop around her torso. His free hand traced up to her face where it found its place on her cheek, gently caressing her.
"I just... Don't know what to say, Obi..." A soft sigh escaped from her nostrils as she relaxed into his touch, even leaning into his caress. Her eyes fluttered shut.
"You need not say anything."
"I'd disagree. There is so much I want to say, but-"
"Then write it down. Our universe could always use more artists." When she let out a soft laugh, he smiled - even knowing that she could not see him.
This time, Tressa was the one to hum as she leaned into him, her hands gently tracing up to his arms and holding on a little. Obi knew what she wanted, only confirmed even further when she tilted her head to the side. He tilted his own in the opposite direction and leaned down ever so slightly, pressing the gentlest kiss he could manage to her lips. She kissed him back - though it was a similar short-lived soft kiss - before she pulled away, eyes fluttering open and meeting with his. The two gave eachother gentle grins before he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, where she rested her head against his shoulder.
A pale hand traced down his arm and found his hand, only to tug it gently.
"Come on now, baby." She whispered, almost in a desperate whine. "Come back to bed."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead after feigning contemplation for a moment or so. "Okay."
The smile that crossed Tressa's face was more than accomplished, yet her eyebrows still furrowed. "Are you sure? You are working on something, and I wouldn't wanna-"
"No, no. After all, your wish is my command. Come now, I will lead the way." He stepped around her with grace, gently tugging her arm by her hand and leading her through the corridor. He walked backwards, just so that he could watch her smile, until he finally stepped back into the room he could recognise as the bedroom.
When they finally backed up into the bedroom, their lips met once again. Obi's hands worked at removing the heavy bathrobe from Tressa's frame. It fell to the ground as he peppered her face with kisses, earning a playful giggle as she whispered his name. He traced his kisses down to her neck, causing her to let out a satisfied sigh, relaxing into Obi's embrace.
When he pulled away, his hands still gently roamed along her body. Upon making eye contact, he gave her a gentle smile and nodded back to the bed. It took him a while to step away from her, he simply couldn't get enough of her- but when he did, he reluctantly removed his hands from her body.
Obi laid down on the bed, resting his hands behind his head. Tressa stood for a moment, however, almost as if she was assessing what she should do next. Her eyes darted back and forth, but remained limited to the constraints of Obi's body. Slowly and steadily, she made her way closer. The way her nightdress swayed around her hips was gorgeous. Obi could not take his eyes away from her. Now, his eyes unapologetically focused on her body with an air of suave confidence that radiated simply from the way he looked at her.
After a moment or two, and with some hesitation, Tressa then mounted him.
She positioned herself on his lap, their eye contact growing more hungry the longer she looked at him. Obi sat up as she leaned down and their lips met halfway, quickly devolving into a makeout session. His hands expertly worked at lowering the shoulder straps to her dress.
In between kisses, Obi pulled away, using the moment to say the words that had been circulating through his mind all night.
"You, my sweet, are perfect."