There's already blue smeared on her lips. Smudged along his chest as well, her name illegible, ruined, but the claim still present. By the time he lifts her chin, it's become less about proving a point, and more about placing kisses and licks against his skin, encouraging more of those rocks.

His fingers smudge more paint, but this time, it's mixing red with blue. It must look ridiculous. She likely looks maddened, kiss-swollen lips a mix of color.

But instead of returning to his chest, she's leaning in to kiss him. One arm hooks around his neck to pull them close. Her free hand, still covered in paint, catches his cheek, fingers scratching against the fine hairline behind his ear. The first kiss is intentionally messy, more a smear of lips and paint, but then she's tilting her head, slanting her mouth against his to deepen it.