Jon seemed to be working much more quickly this time, with less muttering under his breath. Unfortunately, just standing here was getting her even hotter. She flapped her wings a little bit, just to get some air movement in the room.
It didn't help, though. It didn't seem that it was the temperature that was getting to her. "Jo-on," she said, with a slight whinge in her voice. "How much longer is this going to take?"
"Just a couple more minutes until you can rest. I promise. You've been fantastic," he replied.
True to his word, a few minutes later, he said, "That's good enough for now."
He sat down, to look at it some more. She walked over, while he was doing so, and sat down in his lap. She could sense, immediately, that he was enjoying her work. Looking at the canvas, even though it was still basically just a pencil sketch, she could see that she was going to enjoy his work, as well.
He folded her left wing in for her, so he could see the picture, and said, "I'm pretty happy with that, for a first draft. I'll need you to pose again for a bit, so I can get the wings in a bit better, if you don't mind. But that can wait a bit."
She bit her lip, thinking the way I'm feeling now, you can pose me any way you want, any time. She was a bit too embarrassed to say that, but stood up and turned around to face him. Taking his hand, she said, "I want you to put me into a different pose right now."
And with that, she pulled him over to the bed...
