Sex Appeal
Prologue
"Legs. Gorgeous, long, creamy legs."
Heero smirked as all the other men at the table laughed, including
Trowa, who had been the one to throw the comment out in the air.
"I don't know, I'm more of a stomach man." Quatre took a sip of his
apple caramel martini, playing along with his friends.
"Stomach?" Heero raised an eyebrow. That was slightly unusual.
"A nice, flat stomach. It's sexy as hell."
"True, true." Trowa stared as a showgirl walked past, obviously ogling.
"Don't tell me you don't have any comments, Yuy?"
Heero smirked as he thought about it. "Legs are good. But hair's the
thing. Long, gorgeous hair. It always gets me going."
"Well, I guess you would know what sexy is." Trowa snickered. "You're
the one who draws it for a living."
"I dunno, Trowa, I never found the girls Heero drew particularly...
well, hot."
Heero bristled. "I'll show you what hot is. You'll see. For my next
project, I'll draw the perfect girl." A quick look at his watched
showed it was already eleven, and he had a deadline tomorrow. "Shit,
I've gotta go."
Heero got up, throwing some money on the table before getting up to
leave the casino bar. He met with his two closest friends every now and
then, and it was fun, but he was always glad to get home every night.
Twenty minutes later Heero had pulled his black bmw into his driveway,
getting out of the cool interior of the car into the hot desert night.
He had just bough this house, just a one story number in the suburbs of
Las Vegas. Typically, it was some kind of Mexican architecture, done up
in orange and red shades. The only thing he didn't like about it was
the nosy neighbors that lived next door. It came with the property,
though... he guessed.
Making his way inside, Heero stepped over various sketches he had left
on the floor, almost knocking over the huge cardboard cutout of Jessica
Rabbit he had in his living room. Through a lot of luck in his life he
had, much to his ecstasy, become a relatively successful comic book
artist. It was a pubescent teen boy's dream come true, but he was
twenty-two and doing pretty well for himself. Unfortunately, his
success meant a lot more deadlines, and he had a guest stint for Heavy
Metal magazine that his agent wanted by tomorrow morning.
Heero spent the next few hours penciling in the last panels, going back
to make sure all the details were okay, cleaning up his lines.
Eventually he deemed the papers suitable for inking, and set them in a
pile on his kitchen table to give to his agent later. Shit, though...
he still wasn't sleepy.
Heero tossed a look at his inks and stack of papers, remembering his
earlier conversation with his friends. He had secured a deal with
vertigo comics, a three issue kind of thing, and he had yet to decide
on anything having to do with it, including the main character.
The perfect girl.
Heero grabbed a sheet of paper, holding a pen and some inks in his
right hand, ready to do a preliminary sketch. He traced out impossibly
long, lean legs, curving perfectly in all the right places, positioning
the girl so she was sitting with one leg out and the other bent,
covering any vital areas. He traced the round curves of her back, going
on to the head. Soon, long, straight hair tumbled down to her waist,
curling in perfectly at its layered ends. He colored it a kind of heady
dark brown... dark chocolate. Her skin he made pale, creamy, marble.
Soon impossibly large cobalt blue eyes stared out at him, with just a
hint of amaryllis in them. They were laughing, almost, set in an almost
wink, smoldering, draped with the longest eyelashes he had ever seen.
Her full, pouty lips were set in a sexy smirk. She was some one who
knew she was hot. One of those girls who walked with that perfect sway
to their hips, just knowing that men would snap to their attentions.
Heero moved on, wrapping a lean, toned arm around the bent leg, long
fingers perfectly elegant, then continued to... Heero blinked. And
blinked again, looking at the perfectly flat chest he had drawn. His
perfect girl... was a guy.