Taking Home the Art

“Pretty weird art pieces huh?”

The question caught you by surprise as you turned to the direction it came from. You find a short and petite woman asking you that query, in a long sleeved short dress and matching black heels that served to elongate her shorter appendages. The two pieces of clothing worked in harmony for you though, as her legs seemed to go on forever despite her short stature. You would’ve spent hours admiring her legs but you were drawn to her beautiful face. She had tiger-like characteristics that somehow found a balance between being fierce and elegant, to being cute and precious. In what felt like hours staring at the petite lady, you’re snapped out of the trance when she waved her hand in front of your face.

“Hello? Are you alright?”, she asked as she continued waving her hand trying to get your attention.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry!”, you found yourself mumbling.”Your question caught me off guard.” That was apparently the best excuse you had for staring at her for the past minute or so. You were prepared to get called out for the sorry excuse, but you felt your chest lighten when she giggled at your response.

“Oh my bad!” She said while giggling, flashing her toothy grin that somehow further resembled a tiger. “It’s just that you were staring at the painting for a while. I thought you were weirded out by it or something.”

You glance back to the painting you were looking at before the woman caught your attention. It was a painting of a face, but in a more disturbing style. An exaggerated nose, blood red eyes, lack of hair. You could go on about how the painting was unsettling, but somehow you were drawn to it. Like how you were drawn to her. 

“So do you think it’s weird?”, she asked again, with a curious look on her face. It’s as if she’s waiting for a specific answer.

“Yeah, I guess.” you answer, and you can see the hesitation on her face. “But I like weird art.” As you continued your answer, you saw her face light up. It’s as if you got the correct answer to the jackpot round on a game show. “I think art should be disturbing or unsettling. It should challenge people’s comfort zones and learn to appreciate the weirdness that’s present in reality.” Your impassioned rant was met with her stare. ‘Crap’, you thought to yourself, ‘another fumble’. But then she grinned.

“Well good. I would’ve been questioning why you’re here if you didn’t like this type of art.” She said. “Plus, it’s not even the weirdest one here.” Right on cue, a robotic rat head peeked out of the wall. You turn to each other and laughed at the timing of the art piece.

“I’m sorry I didn’t seem to catch your name.” You say, trying to nudge the conversation to another topic.

“That’s because I haven’t given it yet, which was rude of me considering I just sprung a philosophical question on you.” She said apologetically. “My name is Chaeyoung.” She said, once again flashing a bright smile and her hand out for you to shake. To which you do.

You give her your name and you two get to talking. She tells you how she’s in a band or something, and that she was invited to the art show as a brand ambassador. You end up telling her about how you’re using your promotion bonus to buy new art for your new place. You both find common ground in your interest in contemporary art, especially like the ones in the show. She shows off some of her own artworks to you, which you found both cute and endearing. Eventually, you find yourselves talking about the pieces in the gallery again.

“So, you spotted anything you wanted to pick up?” Chaeyoung asks in a sly tone. Somehow you’re too dense to notice it.

“Not yet.” you reply, “Don’t get me wrong though, I like the style the artist shows off. It’s just that it doesn't fit in with the theme I have going on right now.”

“And what theme is that?” She asks.

“I have this obsession with time.” You start to explain as she gives you a confused look. “You, know clocks, watches. If only I could show it to you…”

“So why don’t you?” She asks.

“Huh?”, you’re caught off guard once again.

“Show me the collection you have.” Chaeyoung continues. “Maybe even tonight?”

“I— uh.” A lump forms in your throat. The gravity of the situation finally starts to hit you. All the subtle signs started blaring like fire alarms.

“I’ll do a last quick lap around the floor again. Take the time to check if there are any pieces that you end up taking home anyway. Choose wisely.” Chaeyoung smirks as she stands and does her final round.

As she gets farther and her hips sway with every step, you finally notice the back of the dress she was wearing–or lack thereof. The back window of her dress perfectly showed off her smooth back, but what caught your eye was at the base of the window. A large and intricate tattoo peeked out from her lower back, as if inviting you to find out if she has anymore. You found yourself in awe with what happened in the night so far, with no idea what else is in store later on. Almost as if she had a sixth sense, Chaeyoung turned back and noticed you in shock. She said nothing but gave you a mischievous grin before continuing with her last round.

Minutes later, you both met up at the entrance of the gallery. At this point, you threw caution into the wind, determined to play in this game that Chaeyoung set up.

“So did you find anything you like?” She asks coyly. She already knew the answer.

“Yeah”, you started as you stood in front of her with your hand on her shoulder. “I found a beautiful piece that I think would work with my collection.” As you said that, you slid your hand down her back before resting on where her tattoo was and pulling her closer to you. Despite the initial shock, Chaeyoung looks up at you and gives you a smile. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t kiss her right there and then. You decided to wait for the right time.

The tension in the taxi ride back to your apartment was palpable. Even more so in the elevator ride going up. Despite all the signals, you still wanted this to be mainly about the art. The extracurriculars can come in after that. 

“Would you care for a drink?”, you ask politely as you enter your apartment. You were trying to slow things down a bit and not rush into a mistake. 

“Sure, what do you have?” She replies.

“Is red wine alright?”

“Sounds perfect.” Chaeyoung answers you with a bright smile. 

As you prepare the two glasses, she enters ahead of you into your living room where your art pieces are set up. She stood in awe with what you had displayed. Multiple artworks of clocks and time adored your walls. At the center was what she assumed was a replica of Salvador Dali’s Persistence of Memory.

“You weren’t kidding about being obsessed with clocks and time!” she shouted as you were entering the living room. “Is that a replica of Dali’s Persistence of Memory?”

“God I hope not.” you retort as you hand her the glass of wine, “For the amount I paid it should be the real deal.”

“No way this is the original! How the hell did you even get the chance to buy it?” she asks in complete disbelief.

You proceed to tell her the long story of how you got a Dali original. Throughout the tale she just stood in awe of your persistence (and also maybe at your spending habits). 

“What about that one?” She points to a small painting of a clock on the right, “What’s the story for that one?”

You spend some time talking about the different art pieces that you had. When you finished with one story, she would immediately point at another and ask the history of the art work. It felt like hours but somehow only minutes passed by. You went from standing in front of the Dali painting, to walking around the room to each artwork, and finally settling on the couch. Despite the magnificence of the Dali piece, the two of you wound up just staring into each other’s eyes. By this point, you’ve only had a glass or two of the red wine, but it seems like both of your inhibitions have been knocked down.

To end the shared trance, Chaeyoung stands up and walks in front of the Dali once again. She takes in all the different artworks that represent different aspects of time.

“It really is something. Though I have to ask, why clocks and time?”

“It’s like a paradox for me.” You start to explain, “Subjectively, each one of us only has a limited amount of time. We know our lives will end at some point. But in the bigger picture, time is infinite. When our’s has passed, we know it will just keep ticking on in the universe. On to a future that we might never see.”

“So with the limited time that we all have,” Chaeyoung begins to ask, still looking at the painting, “what do you plan on doing with the time we have now?”

You stand up and position yourself beside her. You rest your hand on her bare back once again, focusing on the tattoo that was clouding your mind. You turn her to face you and stare into her hazel eyes.

“Now, I want to appreciate the art that’s in front of me.” No more hesitation on your end.

“I’m not a clock though.” She jokes, and it gets a giggle out of you.

“I think I’ll manage.” Your mind was made up at this point. 

Your lips meet for the first time tonight. Her arms lock around your neck as your hands stay on her hips. You share a deep kiss for a few minutes before pausing for air. In that quick moment, your eyes meet once again. As if almost telepathic agreement happens between the two of you, and then your lips find her again. She had taken off her heels before entering your apartment, so you had to crook your neck down to reach her. In a move that surprised her, you grab her thighs to carry her to make your faces level. She yelped and giggled before continuing with your make out session. Her legs instantly locked around your waist, with one of your hands supporting her back and the other grabbing her thigh. Your lips were locked in a heated battle, with your tongues breaching each other’s mouths. You can taste the red wine that she had downed earlier along with the flavored lipstick that she had on. Even though she was lighter than you expected your arms were getting tired from carrying her. You got an idea on how to move this session along.

You set Chaeyoung down on her feet again and break the kiss. She yelps as you turn her around to face the painting once again. You take a second to admire her smooth and toned back, along with the tattoo that continued to tease you. You decide to hold her close and hug her waist from behind. She looks over her shoulder with her mouth agape, inviting you to continue the kiss once again. As your lips locked again, you felt her body start to grind against yours. You felt her soft butt grind against your crotch, despite the multiple barriers between them. Your hands decided to be more curious and explore her body. One hand traveled down to her crotch, playing with her pussy through her panties. The other snaked its way into her dress from the back window. You rested your other hand on her flat stomach before traveling up to her breasts. Despite her petite stature, her mounds were perky and could fill out your hand. You massaged her breasts, switching between right and left along with occasionally pinching her hardened nubs. You continued playing with her breasts and neck while she grinded against you. Her hands reached behind her and found your crotch. She started rubbing your length through your pants in unison with her grinding, trying to make you feel the pleasure that you were giving her. This pleasurable exercise between you two lasted for minutes, with both of your actions eliciting animalistic moans and grunts from each other. For a moment she stops the kiss. In a labored breath she said, “Bedroom, now.”. You had no choice but to comply.

You spin her around and carry her once again, continuing on with your make out session. When you reach your bed, you toss her on to it and begin to strip out of your clothes. She undoes the button of her dress, fully revealing her perky breasts to you. Despite being in awe, you manage to stop her from fully undressing. Instead, you just pull off her panties from under her dress. A trail of slickness connects her panties and her lower lips, a sign of the arousal that your earlier actions brought about. You kick off your pants, only leaving you in your underwear. She, on the other hand, was left with her dress still around her waist. The skirt just barely covering her exposed ass and pussy. The top part hung forward, with the sleeves waving around in front of her legs. She laid on your bed like a classical painting, her exposed parts inviting you to feast on her. To which you did.

Chaeyoung is surprised by the sudden movement. You grab on to her thighs and pull her to the edge of your bed, where you were kneeling down. You traced kisses between her bare legs going down to her exposed core. As her breathing starts getting heavy, she yelps at the first contact between your mouth and her lower lips. You give her pussy a few quick kisses before trailing a long and sensual lick from near her puckered hole up to her clit. You repeat the action a few times, turning her into a moaning wreck.

“Yes! Just like that!”