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Leonardo's hand stills over the canvas, pale blue paint still on the thin brush hovering over the long delicate feathers of a wing half stretched in sleep. He chuckles softly to himself, standing from the stool by his easel and taking the few, quiet steps needed to reach his muse, bending down carefully to brush his knuckles across the soft, pearlescent wing that's curled itself taught against her bare skin.
"Il mio tutto," He whispers, soothing the scrunch of her feathers until the muscles relax again, falling back into the soft curve of her afternoon nap in the sun of the window, "Stay still for me, yeah?" He murmurs, gently petting the fluff of her hair before placing as soft of a kiss as he can muster to the top of her head. She stirs a little before settling with a sigh and Leonardo smiles to himself, gaze lingering on her soft white lashes.
He returns to his easel, sitting with a leg propped up on the rung and hand steady as he brushes the smallest details into the long, pretty feathers. The painting pales in comparison to the beauty in front of him, but he can't resist the call to paint her - to capture the moment as best he can in the simple ways he's capable of. The delicate curve of her spine, the way her hair curls around her neck in tufts, the shimmering afternoon light dancing through the gaps of her pinion feathers. She's beautiful, and he's endlessly enamored with her.
Later, when she stirs again, breathing deeply to pull herself from sleep, Leo's lounging on the floor next to the couch she's taken up, a book open on his lap, unread as he admires her in the sunlight.
Her eyes flutter open and she finds him easily, a placid smile tugging at her lips. She shifts to reach a hand down and brushes the hair from his face and he take her hand to kiss her knuckles, lingering there in her soft touch.
"Buonasera, amore mia." Leonardo whispers against her skin, trailing his lips to her wrist to feel her steady pulse under the skin. Her heart beats so steadily it soothes his nerves. "Did you sleep well, Cara?"
"Mm." June nods, her eyes drooping as sleep clings to her. "Have I been out long?"
"An hour or two." Leo braces against the bench to pull himself up onto it so he can gather her into his arms, tucking her close to his chest and threading his hand through her hair, smoothing it back from her face and watching with amusement how it falls back into her eyes anyway. Her bare skin is warm against him, and her soft scent is warmed by the sunlight.
"You're beautiful," He utters, his fingers dancing down her neck along her spine, curving around her shoulder and ghosting over the soft feathers of the wing tucked against her back. They flutter, tickled by his touch, and he smiles as she tucks her face against his neck, her smile pressed to his skin.
She doesn't try to be humble and dissuade his claim, just accepts his compliment with an easy smile and stretches her wings out behind her, her arms going around Leo's neck. "Thank you. Were you painting?" She asks, glancing behind them at the easel still sitting in the middle of the room.
"I was." Leo presses a kiss to the top of her head, then shifts to kiss her eyelids and cheek. "But I wanted to look at you."
"Charmer." June laughs softly, tilting her head into the little affections he keeps pressing to her skin.
"Mm… You've turned me into a romantic, I'm afraid."
"Oh please, you've always been a sap." June rolls her eyes playfully, drawing away from him just enough to kiss him properly. She's not surprised by the fervor with which he returns the gesture - she knows even with as gentle as Leonardo is, he hungers for her. Wants her in ways she never thought possible for someone like her after she fell. His love is deep and consuming and chases away the worst of her fears with a simple smile from across the room.
"I should get dressed." June sighs into kiss, smiling when his hands press into her spine a little more insistently. "I'm supposed to help Sebastian with dinner tonight."
Leonardo makes a noise June can only call a grumble (though he'd deny any such sound could come from someone like him) and he lets her be with one final press of lips. "Wear the dress I got you?" He asks, his voice rough with restraint.
"I wouldn't want to ruin it." June murmurs, gently playing with his hair, curling a lock around her finger.
"I'll buy you another one." Leonardo insists. "I'll buy the whole store if you want."
"No, thank you." June moves his head to the side with her thumb and kisses his cheek before drawing away to sit on her heels. her wings curl around her to give her a modicum of modesty as she slips off the bench, letting Leo's hands linger on her waist. "I like when the gifts are infrequent. The surprise is nice." She smiles at him, and turns to pluck one of his shirts off his mess of a bed and tugs her arms through the sleeves.
"Denying me the privilege of spoiling my lover… You're a strict compagna provvisoria." Leonardo sighs, standing up off the bench and reaching to help her button the shirt.
She lets him, keeping her chin up so he can fold the collar when he gets there. "If I wasn't, you'd spend every dime you have on someone who'd rather just have your kiss."
Leonardo leans down, touching his forehead to hers. "…I don't deserve you."
"No," June tilts her head up to kiss his nose. "I gave myself to you. Happily."