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gokaiorgyInspired by this prompt, although it doesn't exactly *fit* the prompt ;) 565 words. Hinted Marvelous/Joe (and I like to think Marvelous/Ahim happened too ;D).
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It Paints A Pretty Picture
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Joe is pretty sure Marvelous left the picture laying around on purpose. There's no other possible reason to leave a sketch of a naked woman on the table unless you actually want someone to find it.
It's not really a surprise to see something like that either, or to know immediately who it belongs to - Joe knows he and the rest of the guys keep their magazines stashed at least semi-carefully, (although if Don truly hadn't realised Luka was going to find the ones under his mattress in two seconds flat maybe he doesn't deserve the nickname Hakase after all).
He blames himself for taking a look at it. He could have seen from a distance what it was and just turned it over, and walked away, or picked it up and held it where he couldn't see it, and taken it into Marvelous' room and left it there. Instead he just steps closer to the table and peers down properly.
It's a good sketch; very good. Joe doesn't know much about art at all, but it's so good he can actually tell who the person in the picture is, even though he hasn't actually seen her naked before.
He feels every single part of his skin catch fire simultaneously. His mouth hangs open, and somehow he's gathered the picture up into his hands before he can stop himself. Not for a closer look or anything - how mortifying - but just to... To be sure.
"Ah!" Ahim says, taking the picture out of Joe's completely pathetic grip. She holds it up, almost proudly. Joe thinks he might just die on the spot. "It's not bad, is it? I honestly thought in the beginning that Marvelous-san was just claiming he could draw in order to undress me, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Who knew our captain had such hidden talents?"
"Mmm," Joe says, trying not to sound at all concerned or interested. It's the only sound he can manage without betraying himself.
"This is actually one of the tamer ones!" Ahim insists. "There's this one, it was very difficult to sit for. I had to sit back on my ankles and keep my legs spread, my hands firmly behind my back in order to thrust out my-"
"Right," Joe says firmly, cutting the conversation short. There is no waver in his voice at all, he's proud of himself. He hopes Ahim is too busy looking at the picture of herself to notice the frightened rabbit look haunting Joe's face.
"The sitting can be very tiresome, can't it, Joe-san?" Ahim says.
"What?"
"You know," Ahim nods, "when Marvelous-san is concentrating on his drawing and you simply have to sit there and allow him to finish it to his satisfaction. Your muscles begin to ache, and the extremeties go numb."
"Why are you saying it like I know what you mean?" Joe asks.
"Oh, well!" Ahim's cheeks go a little pink. "I just mean, I didn't realise it wasn't for sharing, Marvelous-san is the one who showed me-"
"Marvelous!" Joe yells, storming off through the galleon, pushing chairs and coats - and Gai - out of his way.
There is this one time Joe remembers being blindfolded, tied to the bed by his wrists so that he couldn't remove it or go anywhere, and Marvelous had just kept him waiting, and waiting...
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Joe is pretty sure Marvelous left the picture laying around on purpose. There's no other possible reason to leave a sketch of a naked woman on the table unless you actually want someone to find it.
It's not really a surprise to see something like that either, or to know immediately who it belongs to - Joe knows he and the rest of the guys keep their magazines stashed at least semi-carefully, (although if Don truly hadn't realised Luka was going to find the ones under his mattress in two seconds flat maybe he doesn't deserve the nickname Hakase after all).
He blames himself for taking a look at it. He could have seen from a distance what it was and just turned it over, and walked away, or picked it up and held it where he couldn't see it, and taken it into Marvelous' room and left it there. Instead he just steps closer to the table and peers down properly.
It's a good sketch; very good. Joe doesn't know much about art at all, but it's so good he can actually tell who the person in the picture is, even though he hasn't actually seen her naked before.
He feels every single part of his skin catch fire simultaneously. His mouth hangs open, and somehow he's gathered the picture up into his hands before he can stop himself. Not for a closer look or anything - how mortifying - but just to... To be sure.
"Ah!" Ahim says, taking the picture out of Joe's completely pathetic grip. She holds it up, almost proudly. Joe thinks he might just die on the spot. "It's not bad, is it? I honestly thought in the beginning that Marvelous-san was just claiming he could draw in order to undress me, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Who knew our captain had such hidden talents?"
"Mmm," Joe says, trying not to sound at all concerned or interested. It's the only sound he can manage without betraying himself.
"This is actually one of the tamer ones!" Ahim insists. "There's this one, it was very difficult to sit for. I had to sit back on my ankles and keep my legs spread, my hands firmly behind my back in order to thrust out my-"
"Right," Joe says firmly, cutting the conversation short. There is no waver in his voice at all, he's proud of himself. He hopes Ahim is too busy looking at the picture of herself to notice the frightened rabbit look haunting Joe's face.
"The sitting can be very tiresome, can't it, Joe-san?" Ahim says.
"What?"
"You know," Ahim nods, "when Marvelous-san is concentrating on his drawing and you simply have to sit there and allow him to finish it to his satisfaction. Your muscles begin to ache, and the extremeties go numb."
"Why are you saying it like I know what you mean?" Joe asks.
"Oh, well!" Ahim's cheeks go a little pink. "I just mean, I didn't realise it wasn't for sharing, Marvelous-san is the one who showed me-"
"Marvelous!" Joe yells, storming off through the galleon, pushing chairs and coats - and Gai - out of his way.
There is this one time Joe remembers being blindfolded, tied to the bed by his wrists so that he couldn't remove it or go anywhere, and Marvelous had just kept him waiting, and waiting...
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