Disclaimer: Not mine, which is most unfortunate.

Pairing: Kibbs (what else)

Rating: in the K's (who knows the difference between the two of those?)

A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote the other night. Tell me what you think.

The Canvas

By: Katie Todd

The former marine stopped in the doorway as he saw her. A smile overtook his old, worn face. He loved watching her draw. He found the steady sure way her hand moved across the page, the way her body curved towards the canvas, the arched foot that she bounced against her knee in strict staccato rhythm, and the little frown that stole the peace on her face when she messed up mesmerizing. With her, he decided, he liked being mesmerized. Mesmerized to the point that your mind was whipped so blank you couldn't remember your name, and that you got tingles in your feet from standing in the same place for so long.

The picture was already telling its story to the canvas. The charcoal drawn boat skeleton looked magnificent as it stole center stage. Stairs shaped themselves off to the side, two saw horses galloped into their place just In front of the boat, a sweatshirt slung itself off the stair rail, and a bare light bulb hung itself from the ceiling. Finally a thin woman tiptoed into the picture. She expertly grabbed a sander and eased it to the near peak of one of the boats wooden ribs. As the story neared its end a tall ,strong looking man, who looked both worn at all the love he had lost and relieved with the new found love symbolically evident in the simple ring on his left hand, slid in behind her and toped her pale hands with his own big paws.

Expertly, the artist shaded the basement to add the realism she was working to achieve. She changed the charcoal piece she used, and whipped her hands on a worn cloth. She slid the pair of thin bands she had removed to draw on her thin hand as she cocked her head to the side.

"What do you think?" she asked as she lifted herself from her stool.

His answering smile was as soft as it was brilliant. Worn lines bowed upward to form it and cobalt blue eyes danced. He shifted his head to the left, mirroring hers, before leading her to their basement.

A/N: well…