At My Most Beautiful
Title: At My Most Beautiful
Fandom: Rockstar Addict Verse
Characters/Pairings: Scarlett/Hunter
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 15_song_titles: At My Most Beautiful
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Note: No clue where this sudden burst of creativity has come from. But hey, since the boys and Hunter's baby sis got some spotlight, he needs some with Alex and Dean's. And Hinder, you really are my rockstar verse band.
She stood on the bed, her bright purple toenails dangerously close to the edge as she pressed the last photo into place.
“There!” she said triumphantly, collapsing backward, her blonde hair splaying all over Hunter’s bare tummy. “Best photo collage yet.”
He smiled and kissed her hair. “Well, I don’t know, Scar. I have to look it more closely before I form an educated opinion.”
“Oh whatever!” she said, smacking him playfully. “You know you love it.”
“Well, it’s awesome, alright; there’s no denying that, but it’s definitely missing something.”
“I added that last roll from Riley’s birthday. That picture you getting ready to puke in a trashcan will be on display for all the world to see, no worries.”
“I meant there aren’t any of you, dork,” he said, shoving her playfully.
“I don’t photograph well.”
“I take your bull and raise you a shit. You know you’re beautiful.”
“Well, I do now,” she said with a grin. “And come on, you know, I’m more comfortable behind the camera.”
“All kinds of cameras. You won’t let anyone film you either.”
“Hey, no one is taking my camera. They’ll have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands first.” She flashed him another grin before leaning down for a kiss. “Besides, you’re all so klutzy it would end up on the ground in two seconds if I handed it over.” She gave a little purr as he returned the kiss before adding: “Especially if I gave it to you, Lawson.”
Hunter pretended to be heartbroken, his lower lip trembling like a newly crowned Miss America and Scarlett couldn’t help but melt. “Awww, Hunter! Okay, okay, what can I do to make it up to you? Another kiss? More sex? A pony?”
“Ooooh, ponies are nice,” he said dreamily. “I always wanted to name mine Princess Buttercup.”
“Dork!” It was her turn to give him a shove. “Alright, make a more realistic request and I promise I’ll do my best to grant it.”
He took her hand, slowly sliding it down his stomach. “I think…you should give me…”
Grinning wickedly, she nodded. “I think I know where this is going, but go on.”
He placed her hand on his thigh, the suddenly the picture of wide eyed innocence as he said: “ A photograph.”
Scarlett blinked. “A photograph,” she repeated dumbly.
He nodded, holding up one finger. “Just one. All I need, Miss Cameraphobe.”
“Hunter…”
Smiling, he pulled her closer before sliding an arm around her tummy. “Please, Scarlett? Come on,I know you’re not shy.”
“How do you know that? I could be the very picture of shyness.”
“You’re forgetting I’ve heard the things you say in bed.” He grinned. “Besides, I’ve seen you on a dance floor.” After pressing a kiss to her shoulder he whispered: “Never seen you happier than when you’re on one, you know.” Another kiss. “Or more beautiful.”
She shook her head, biting back a smile. “No, Hunter, don’t you get it? I’m at my most beautiful when I’m with you.”
Fandom: Rockstar Addict Verse
Characters/Pairings: Scarlett/Hunter
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 15_song_titles: At My Most Beautiful
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Note: No clue where this sudden burst of creativity has come from. But hey, since the boys and Hunter's baby sis got some spotlight, he needs some with Alex and Dean's. And Hinder, you really are my rockstar verse band.
She stood on the bed, her bright purple toenails dangerously close to the edge as she pressed the last photo into place.
“There!” she said triumphantly, collapsing backward, her blonde hair splaying all over Hunter’s bare tummy. “Best photo collage yet.”
He smiled and kissed her hair. “Well, I don’t know, Scar. I have to look it more closely before I form an educated opinion.”
“Oh whatever!” she said, smacking him playfully. “You know you love it.”
“Well, it’s awesome, alright; there’s no denying that, but it’s definitely missing something.”
“I added that last roll from Riley’s birthday. That picture you getting ready to puke in a trashcan will be on display for all the world to see, no worries.”
“I meant there aren’t any of you, dork,” he said, shoving her playfully.
“I don’t photograph well.”
“I take your bull and raise you a shit. You know you’re beautiful.”
“Well, I do now,” she said with a grin. “And come on, you know, I’m more comfortable behind the camera.”
“All kinds of cameras. You won’t let anyone film you either.”
“Hey, no one is taking my camera. They’ll have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands first.” She flashed him another grin before leaning down for a kiss. “Besides, you’re all so klutzy it would end up on the ground in two seconds if I handed it over.” She gave a little purr as he returned the kiss before adding: “Especially if I gave it to you, Lawson.”
Hunter pretended to be heartbroken, his lower lip trembling like a newly crowned Miss America and Scarlett couldn’t help but melt. “Awww, Hunter! Okay, okay, what can I do to make it up to you? Another kiss? More sex? A pony?”
“Ooooh, ponies are nice,” he said dreamily. “I always wanted to name mine Princess Buttercup.”
“Dork!” It was her turn to give him a shove. “Alright, make a more realistic request and I promise I’ll do my best to grant it.”
He took her hand, slowly sliding it down his stomach. “I think…you should give me…”
Grinning wickedly, she nodded. “I think I know where this is going, but go on.”
He placed her hand on his thigh, the suddenly the picture of wide eyed innocence as he said: “ A photograph.”
Scarlett blinked. “A photograph,” she repeated dumbly.
He nodded, holding up one finger. “Just one. All I need, Miss Cameraphobe.”
“Hunter…”
Smiling, he pulled her closer before sliding an arm around her tummy. “Please, Scarlett? Come on,I know you’re not shy.”
“How do you know that? I could be the very picture of shyness.”
“You’re forgetting I’ve heard the things you say in bed.” He grinned. “Besides, I’ve seen you on a dance floor.” After pressing a kiss to her shoulder he whispered: “Never seen you happier than when you’re on one, you know.” Another kiss. “Or more beautiful.”
She shook her head, biting back a smile. “No, Hunter, don’t you get it? I’m at my most beautiful when I’m with you.”