@dcgtown liked for a starter based on this plot
she had always had an eye for aesthetics. after all, it was her job, but for rosalie, art was about more than just pretty paintings and realistic portraits. it was about seeing what lived underneath - the artist sweating and obsessing over one brushstroke, the model being involved in an affair, even what went on in the background.
and right now, as her hands slid over them, underneath their shirt, exploring and taking in every breath and sound they made as she did, rosalie could only appreciate that touching them felt like being part of a fascinating piece. one hand moved up to their jaw, tilting it towards her so their eyes could meet, hers piercing and sharp as she smirked. "you already look so beautiful, but i'm sure you're going to be perfect once all of this is off." and with that, she tugged at the fabric, not quite gentle, but not hurried either. just firm and eager, like she was unveiling a brand new sculpture.
