The Sketch

Himeko and Welt sent March 7, Dan Heng, and Trailblazer on their first adventure together. While they remained on the train, leaving enough personal space for novice travelers. Of course, they were in touch and monitored them in case of trouble. Perfect parenting move. Welt and Himeko were sitting at separate tables in the main carriage of the train. Himeko drank the coffee brewed according to her own recipe, closing her eyes with pleasure. She crossed her legs and gracefully rested her elbow on the table, holding a porcelain cup with her little finger outstretched. “What a pose, what a reference! It would be a sin to miss this,” Welt thought and quietly took out a sketchbook with a sharpened pencil in a spring. It was necessary to act quickly before Himeko changed her pose. The delicate features of her body blended perfectly with the fluffy dress. It would be nice to paint her in oil, but then Himeko would know that she was being painted, and all the magic of the moment would be lost. Welt threw in the main lines, trying to maintain the graceful dynamics of the pose. He could not convey the bend of the hand holding the cup. Most often, he drew with sharp features, depicting robots, and completely forgot what it was like to draw a beautiful woman. Welt had to erase and re-paint several times. The outline blurred into a gray blur, as he was not used to pressing lightly on the pencil. In the slight irritation typical of artists, Welt continued to erase, which suddenly made a characteristic sound. He stopped abruptly, his soul sinking into his heels, although he had not done anything illegal. Welt slowly looked up and Himeko suddenly stood right in front of him. How did he not hear her steps? How long has she been standing here looking at him? Again, he plunged into drawing with his head, forgetting to blink. “Do you want to try?” - she asked slyly, holding out the started cup of coffee. “Go ahead,” Welt answered, not suspecting a trap. He hoped to distract her attention, but it was her plan, not his. He took a sip of the dark liquid, but was not prepared for the coffee steeped in oil. Welt choked and swallowed it with difficulty. The liquid seemed to eat his body from the inside. How can you remain sober after this? Everything went according to Himeko's plan. When he coughed, she snatched the yellowed sketchbook from his hands and looked at the unfinished sketch. “Hmm... Is it true that artists first draw naked people and then add clothes?” - she said slowly, looking at the drawing from all angles. “Well... True, this is necessary in order to correctly observe the anatomy, and later correctly position the folds of clothing...” Welt answered hesitantly. “So maybe this is the problem?” Welt blushed, not expecting such a turn of events. The sketch wasn't finished yet, how did she realize he had a problem? Is he really that bad at drawing people and, in particular, women? “Yes, I ruined the paper with my thick lines, that’s obvious,” he answered himself irritably. Himeko smiled as if she had already read his entire train of thought on his forehead. “What do you mean?” - Welt asked, sincerely not understanding where she was leading. “Look, you and I are alone on the train. Travelers cope well and do not need our help. And we're bored! I haven’t felt alive for a long time,”- she said playfully. “Okay, and?” “I want to help you! To study anatomy!” He blushed again. “In general, I'm more into robots. I'm not good at smooth lines and curves.” “We need to study! Simply put, I order a painting from you. In return... Ask for whatever you want.” Himeko took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Welt was surprised at the strength of thrust in such a gentle creature. Her hand looked like porcelain and drove like a cargo trailer. “Have a seat,” - she said, placing a chair in the middle of the room. Welt couldn't remember the last time he was here. The room truly looked like its owner. It smelled of flowers here, it was quite light and cozy. Many things were decorated with patterns, but only as long as it looked stylish. Every item in the room had a purpose, and nothing was left lying around. While Welt looked around the room, Himeko undressed and lay down on the sofa, covering herself lightly with a silk blanket. Her head rested on her arm, her red soft curls hung over her shoulders, and her white breasts were open. She brought one leg forward, which created a beautiful curve in the abdominal area. Welt could not hide his embarrassment and froze for several seconds. “Am I doing everything right?” - she asked, knowing full well that she had created the perfect reference. “Y-yes... Just one moment, please.” With trembling hands, he leafed through the notebook and picked up a pencil. Now he has a huge responsibility. He hasn't painted women since art school. Welt drew the base lines and proportions. Himeko barely moved, like a true professional, and did not take her eyes off him. This made his mouth dry and he swallowed nervously from time to time. He began to draw the body, trying to gently press the pencil, which was unusual for him. Suddenly his hand stopped drawing the armpits. Next, he needed to depict ample breasts, and for this he needed to look straight there. He pursed his lips and still looked up. Welt was about to tear it off immediately, but in the end he froze. Such soft snow-white breasts. Then his eyes moved to the wide hips and the hollow of her lower abdomen. He completely forgot about drawing and began greedily eating Himeko with his eyes. Naturally, she noticed this and smiled, narrowing her eyes. “Should I do something else to help you?” - she asked. Welt fearfully averted his eyes to his desk, pretending that he was very interested in books about mechanics. Himeko stood up abruptly, and the silken fabric fell from her soft thighs. Welt's breath caught. She came very close and looked at the drawing. He didn't have time to draw the lower half of the body. “Yes, you really need help with anatomy,” she said, leaning towards the drawing. Her curls fell onto Welt's shoulder, and he smelled her. A mixture of rose, peach and a beautiful woman. He could not. Not in this universe. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gently lifting him from his chair. Her movements only hinted at the right direction. Welt himself followed him. And so, he ended up on the couch, looking at the ceiling. Himeko. Why not in this universe? In this universe, Himeko is alive. In this universe, she unzips his pants. In this universe, he sits on top of her and gives her hot kisses that have long been collecting dust in the back of his mind. Previously, there was a concrete wall in his thoughts, preventing him from clinging to Himeko and gently biting her on the neck. When she leaned towards his drawing and he felt the softness of her hair and her sweet scent, that wall collapsed like a sand castle from the tide. It really looked like the sea. A push is the ebb, a sigh is the ebb, a kiss is the ebb, stroking is the ebb. Himeko slowly swayed her hips, helping Welt make the journey. With every move she made, he knew the Himeko from this universe better and better. He wouldn't let her die here. She squeezed his hand, their fingers merging together. The ninth wave. Himeko let out a sigh like the sea breeze as Welt came and lay next to her, stroking her breasts. “Have you studied anatomy?” - she laughed languidly. “To some extent,” - Welt sighed with relief. “Now sit down and draw! I demand the portrait from you!” - Himeko ordered imperiously and pushed him off the sofa onto the floor. “But...” “No buts! When else can you find such inspiration?” She was right. Welt rushed to his sketchbook, tore out the previous two sheets of paper and started over. How did he not notice earlier that he was doing everything wrong? Welt drew her broad shoulders, like those of a combat robot, although they are narrower than her hips. He drew a face with sharp features, although it was round. It would even seem childish if not for the facial expression that betrays an experienced, intelligent woman. Now he will do everything right. We need to hurry. Welt again forgot to blink, so his eyes hurt, as if sand had been poured into them. He also sat down awkwardly, and his leg was seized by cramps, but this did not bother him until the drawing was completed. Now he looked airy. Welt added only the most important shadows, leaving a lot of white space. The sketch looked unloaded, but at the same time complete. Welt strove for this ideal, rightfully patented by watercolorists. Himeko walked up to him, throwing a silk blanket over her, and looked at the drawing. “And I told you that you were capable of more, and I am never wrong” - she said and kissed him on the lips. It was as fleeting as it was a sweet kiss. Welt licked the red lipstick and tasted the cherry. Is this what Himeko's plump lips taste like, or is it his wild imagination playing tricks on him?