"Hahaha, whew...!" Erica Piroma laughed as she gracefully padded to the bathroom. "I swear, Sinj, you're gonna wear me out one of these days!" From the bed, St. John Cavanaugh watched her plump rear sway atop her proud fish-net clad legs, interrupted only by her long silky orange vulpine tail which swept from side to side. It was the perfect sight to complete their intimate session.
Erica turned on the tap and cupped her hands beneath the faucet, taking a sip to rinse out her mouth and letting the water flow over her messy fur. Her friend and client for the evening had murmured something from the bedroom, but the running water drowned out the words. The confident vixen was certain it was a quip of exhausted approval; it usually was. Squeaking off the tap, she took a towel and patted her chest dry as she returned to the bedroom.
"So, when does Christina get back?" Erica asked, wrapping the towel around her body.
"Tomorrow afternoon," St. John answered, stretching his arms overhead and tensing his fatigued muscles. The wolf took a deep breath and gazed at the ceiling. "I feel like I should have gone to the signing with her, but...." He trailed off.
"...but then you wouldn't have been able to spend any time with me," Erica finished the thought with a mischievous grin, teasing St. John with a hand through her long golden hair.
"Aye. Not the most exciting affairs. Wait, hold... hold that pose, Erica....!" He fumbled about the night table next to the bed, then leaned over and groped at the floor, finally finding what he was looking for; his sketch pad, which he had been working on the night before and the pencil lying next to it. Clutching the pencil between his teeth, the goateed wolf hurriedly flipped through his motley collection of completed and abandoned sketches to one of the few remaining blank pages. The vixen held the pose with a bemused smile, listening to the softly audible scratches of the pencil as St. John sketched with an aggressive intensity. That intensity gave way to a subdued grace as his eyes flicked up to look upon her, Erica unable to stifle a giggle each time their eyes met. 
"You have very lovely eyes," St. John said, smiling broadly as he studied their vivid blue shade.
"Thank you," Erica replied, blushing from the earnest compliment. As the minutes passed, Erica took her turn to study her artist, his dark brown eyes flashing over the page before him, a quick flash of pencil scratches following just behind. She had been friends with both St. John and his wife for many years, but this was the most focused she had ever seen him. She imagined Christina sitting for him in his studio, striking a delicate pose, those same eyes cast about her body as he captured her in graphite, charcoal, oils and watercolours; it was a romantic notion upon which Erica could help but dwell.
"...almost done!" St. John mumbled, intending to assuage any impatience in his model as he finished up the details. 
"Hmm? Oh..." Her friend's voice snapped her back to the moment. "Heh, don't feel the need to rush on my account, my dear."
St. John snickered at the rejoinder, expected, but no less welcome. "Thanks, by the way... for, you know, indulging me. Oh, you can relax now."
Relieved as she was to be able to move, Erica had enjoyed his studied focus almost as much as what had come before. It was as much as indulgence of her vanity as it was St. John's creativity. She carried on getting dressed, noticing the occasional lustful glance from her lupine friend as she donned the last of her lingerie.
"All done." Sliding the pencil into the plastic coil, he lightly tugged the paper free just as Erica finished dressing. With a prideful smile, he offered his work to his impromptu model.
"Oh wow!" she exclaimed, astonished by the likeness as she beheld her likeness. "It's beautiful."
"Hehe, thanks," St. John replied, fighting the urge for a modest quip. "I'm glad you like it." He watched Erica study the detail for a few moments before the deep blue eyes he admired met his own.
"...may I?" Erica asked, gesturing to the sketchpad.
"Oh, of course." But instead of looking at the rest of his sketches as he expected, she instead shook the pencil from the coil and used it as a backing as she wrote something on the sketch and handed it back along with his pencil and sketchpad.
"You keep it, my sweet Sinjie," she whispered, giving him a final kiss before she retrieved her purse. "And think of me." With a wink, she turned and strode towards the door, but paused just as she reached the threshold and looked back to him. "Christina's a lucky woman." St. John listened to the clack of her heels upon the hardwood floor as he looked down to his sketch, her elegant signature gracing a personal invitation to her friend and client.
"Aye," St. John chuckled to himself. "Very lucky."

A pencil brush experiment on my new tablet that I liked. St. John Cavanaugh is my artist character, so I liked the idea that he did a sketch of Erica in the moment of levity after they got it on. I'm still experimenting with shading brushes for future sketches and I hope to have some examples going forward, along with some thicker linework. My goal is to get faster with sketches so I can get some sexytimes posted on a more frequent basis. ;) You'll be seeing more of Erica soon.

Have a Happy Valentines Day!

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