[ drape ] for inspen
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(❀) Aspen’s been working nonstop in his studio. It’s going to be weird if he can’t get the same one next year, this place has become more of his home than the dorm he lives in for more than half the week when he’s not at home on weekends. Traveling back and forth is so exhausting, but not being able to see his friends and family is even more exhausting. But the last two weeks he’s been working nonstop in the studio again.
(❀) There’s five different colors of paint all over his shirt, his pants, and in his hair. He’s probably only left the studio to brush his teeth, he even set up a small cot in the corner so he didn’t have to leave. But he was so close to being done with this project–and as soon as he was done he needed to start on a different one for a different class. How Aspen was managing to get it all done, go to his classes, and get good grades? He’d been barely leaving campus to see anyone again.
(❀) Which is why he’s not surprised when he catches Ingrid’s scent, just like last time he’s sound tripping but he’s focused with one paint brush tucked behind his ear, and the other in his hand. He can hear her over the music (thanks werewolf hearing) when she pushes into the studio and calls out for him, but he doesn’t answer. He knows he’ll go out of the lines if he’s distracted and he doesn’t want to fuck up.
(❀) It’s when she’s standing behind him does he finally put the paint brush down, turning in his backless swivel chair. “Hey babe.” He says, pulling one headphone out of his ear even though he knows he doesn’t have to to hear her–even thought she knows that too. But Ingrid is just looking at him so unimpressed, which is why Aspen tugs her in the space between her legs. “Sorry, I’ve been busy as you can see.” He says, waving at the state of the studio, covered in three unfinished pieces, his cot surrounded by text book, and in the center a paint covered Aspen.
(❀) “Have you not showered in three days again?” She asks and he purses his lips, “Maybe. Maybe longer. What day is it?” He’s mostly kidding but he likes to mess with her, and the look on his face has his smile bright as he tugs her down to press their lips together. God, kissing Ingrid will always feel like the first time. The excited feeling in his stomach when he finally said it–the way she kisses him back. The way he doesn’t have to hold back how much he loves her.
(❀) He pulls away when she starts tugging at his clothes. “Are you trying to get me naked Ingrid?” Aspen asks with a wiggle of an eyebrow. Which earns her to shove him slightly. He can’t stop the pout as he pulls her onto his lap, “I know my shirt’s disgusting but what’s the point of changing and ruining another one?” He asks, pressing his lips against her neck, kissing up it until he kisses right below her ear.
(❀) “Thank you for coming to take care of me all the time Ingrid. I know you’re busy too. I love you.” He says sweetly, pressing their lips together again, kissing her gently. “You’re my favorite thing in the whole world.”
