I'm not a particularly verbose person.
Characters: Jonathan Cornfoot & Fiona Wood
Authors: leigh_lamb and kate_lamb
Date Set: Spring/Summer 2034 (Jon & Fiona are 22)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Jonathan finds that Fiona is a very enthusiastic model.
Fiona giggled, clutching the robe around her. Beneath it were Very Skimpy Knickers in vibrant green lace and a matching bra. The modesty of the robe was a bit of a sham. Jonathan had seen her without a stitch on, but today was not about her lover sampling her body - or at least it wasn't only about that, though it was a likely activity at some point. Today he was putting on his professional cap and taking snaps of her. It was rather exciting.
"You're sure your sister won't be home any time soon?" she asked, a grin pulling at her lips. "I like Annaleigh, but I don't think she wants to know me quite this well."
Jonathan's lips twitched as he examined the lens of his camera once more, double-checking that it was just right. "She's having a spa day with Holly in Edinburgh. She'll be gone all day."
"And your other siblings? They won't be stopping by unannounced?" She was teasing now, nearly vibrating with anticipation. Fiona had never posed for naughty pictures before, something that surprised her a bit as she thought on it. It was simply a matter of the opportunity not having come up, as she was far too impulsive to have turned down such a chance.
"Josh is in Egypt. Maddy knows better." His older sister already thought his twin and he were depraved sex deviants, and he'd so hate to add to the stellar image she had of him.
Glancing up, his lips twitched even further upwards in a smirk. His lover was practically vibrating with excitement, if the way her hands were running over her silken robe were any indication.
"Robe, off," he commanded softly.
Eyes dancing, she slipped the robe from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet before stepping toward him. "Where do you want me, Jonathan? Are you turned on to order me about?"
A small quirk of his eyebrow was the only indication he'd heard the second part of her sentence. "There," he said, nodding towards his bed. The silk sheets would serve as the perfect background for the jewel-tones of her lingerie.
Obediently, Fiona crawled up the bed, exaggerating the movement of her hips as she went. Her lover wasn't a talker. He said enough to get his message across, if that. Often he didn't even need words for that - he could make his intentions clear very well with actions, in her experience. Rolling over, she rested on her elbows, the look in her eyes an invitation.
He shook his head. "On your side," he gestured, pointing at where he wanted her head to rest. "Hand up by your face, like so."
"Like this?" she asked as she shifted as he'd instructed, small fingers barely grazing her rosy cheek. There was something very erotic about posing this way. Knowing he was watching her so intently, but not being able to touch had her heart beating just a little quicker.
"Good." With a press of his finger, the camera began to snap away, capturing image after image of the dark beauty splayed out on his bed. She was a natural in the spotlight, it was easy to see, and her skin tone shone brighter against the black sheets.
Small movements offered him a different shot with each click of the shutter, and Fiona was unsurprised to find she was having fun being the center of his focus. Her hands moved lightly over her body, never baudy, but sensually, touching herself in ways she knew Jonathan would appreciate.
"Now," again, he gestured with his hands so that she would roll over onto her back and look up at him. "Spread your hair out."
Fiona flipped her hair up so that it was like black fire over the slick sheets, cool now on the back of her neck. "Are you aching for me yet? I'm all scantily clad and writhing on your bed."
He snapped a few shots of her body before setting the camera down and leaning over her.
"Always," he murmured, capturing her lips in an upside down kiss.
Nibbling his lower lip, Fiona reached up to thread her fingers through his hair. "What do you want me to do next?"
There were several things he wanted her to do, but they should at least keep up some semblance of this photoshoot. "Take your bra off," he murmured against her lips.
Fi moved to the side, a colorful array of tattoos flashing as she rolled, then sat up. She tugged one strap down slowly, then the other before reaching behind her back to unclasp the lacy garment and throw it aside. There wasn't much to display, but she was happy to show the little there was to offer. Reclining on the bed once more, her back arched, petite peaks taut now that they'd been deprived of their cover, and her eyes found Jonathan's once more. "Do you want me eager or should I attempt to look demure?" As if she ever could...
"This isn't the West End," he commented wryly, snapping away as he moved around her to take shots from different angles. She was perfect for something like this.
Though he'd be lying if he denied looking forward to what was to come after they'd finished taking pictures.
"Sit up," he said softly, nodding at her. "On your knees." When she'd done as he commanded, he took her hands and placed them at her hips, lacing her fingertips in the sides of her knickers. "Now pull them down just slightly."
She did as he bid her, lowering her panties on her hips as she looked up at her lover with a sultry expression. When she'd agreed to pose, she hadn't considered just how much she'd be willing to bare, hadn't asked if these were to be used in Jon's personal or professional portfolio. It was a lark she'd been excited to try, but as she posed, Fiona wondered just how intimate a portrait her lover would want to take in the end. Was there anything she wasn't willing to do? Nothing came to mind.
Perfect. His camera was practically singing as he took snap after snap of her from nearly every angle. Moving around behind her, he set to capturing her gorgeous back and pert arse. "Look over your shoulder."
Peeking over her left shoulder, Fiona gave a wink. Her look turned saucy as she drew her knickers down lower, exposing just a hint of naughty flesh. With a wiggle and a giggle, she asked, "Dontcha wanna spank me? I'm clearly a very bad girl."
"Focus, Fi," he reminded her, only the twitching of his lips belying his amusement.
"I'm focused," she insisted, eyes roaming over him hungrily. "The very picture of concentration."
"On the photos."
Fiona stuck her tongue out and gave a little pout. "Fine. Party pooper."
"I'll reward you later," he promised, moving to another angle as he continued to snap away at her.
It only took a moment for Fiona to get back in the swing of things and having fun. Covering her breasts with smalls hands, her eyes opened wide as if she'd been caught unaware.
Jonathan couldn't help but laugh softly at the surprised expression on his lover's face. These pictures were going to be perfect, he just knew it.
"What are you planning to do with these snaps anyway, Jon?" she asked, shifting again into a new pose.
"Not sure," he said, climbing up onto the bed so he could take some snaps looking down at her. "Do you mind if I use them?" He most likely wouldn't; he didn't fancy her Da finding out and coming after him with a beater's bat, but if he ever did decide to, he wanted her permission.
"No, I don't mind." She considered her statement a moment and revised it. "Unless, that is, you decide to take some 'artistic' ones. I'd hate to wander down the road and wonder who's seen my bits."
"You'll have the final word," he promised her, leaning over the camera to press a chaste kiss to her smooth stomach.
Smoothing her hands over Jonathan's thighs as he stood again, she leaned in close to his zipper. "You could always take some that are just for you."
He smirked and snapped one of her, eyes rolled up to meet his gaze. "I could, could I?" he queried.
"If you wanted to, I might let you." Playfully tugging at his belt, she raised a brow. "If you wanted..."
His lips twitched, and he let the camera fall to the side as his free hand sifted through her long, black hair.
"I want," he confirmed in a low voice.
Her fingers went straight to work on the buckle of Jonathan's leather belt, quite pleased with the turn of events. "Then I suppose I'll allow it."
Authors: leigh_lamb and kate_lamb
Date Set: Spring/Summer 2034 (Jon & Fiona are 22)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Jonathan finds that Fiona is a very enthusiastic model.
Fiona giggled, clutching the robe around her. Beneath it were Very Skimpy Knickers in vibrant green lace and a matching bra. The modesty of the robe was a bit of a sham. Jonathan had seen her without a stitch on, but today was not about her lover sampling her body - or at least it wasn't only about that, though it was a likely activity at some point. Today he was putting on his professional cap and taking snaps of her. It was rather exciting.
"You're sure your sister won't be home any time soon?" she asked, a grin pulling at her lips. "I like Annaleigh, but I don't think she wants to know me quite this well."
Jonathan's lips twitched as he examined the lens of his camera once more, double-checking that it was just right. "She's having a spa day with Holly in Edinburgh. She'll be gone all day."
"And your other siblings? They won't be stopping by unannounced?" She was teasing now, nearly vibrating with anticipation. Fiona had never posed for naughty pictures before, something that surprised her a bit as she thought on it. It was simply a matter of the opportunity not having come up, as she was far too impulsive to have turned down such a chance.
"Josh is in Egypt. Maddy knows better." His older sister already thought his twin and he were depraved sex deviants, and he'd so hate to add to the stellar image she had of him.
Glancing up, his lips twitched even further upwards in a smirk. His lover was practically vibrating with excitement, if the way her hands were running over her silken robe were any indication.
"Robe, off," he commanded softly.
Eyes dancing, she slipped the robe from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet before stepping toward him. "Where do you want me, Jonathan? Are you turned on to order me about?"
A small quirk of his eyebrow was the only indication he'd heard the second part of her sentence. "There," he said, nodding towards his bed. The silk sheets would serve as the perfect background for the jewel-tones of her lingerie.
Obediently, Fiona crawled up the bed, exaggerating the movement of her hips as she went. Her lover wasn't a talker. He said enough to get his message across, if that. Often he didn't even need words for that - he could make his intentions clear very well with actions, in her experience. Rolling over, she rested on her elbows, the look in her eyes an invitation.
He shook his head. "On your side," he gestured, pointing at where he wanted her head to rest. "Hand up by your face, like so."
"Like this?" she asked as she shifted as he'd instructed, small fingers barely grazing her rosy cheek. There was something very erotic about posing this way. Knowing he was watching her so intently, but not being able to touch had her heart beating just a little quicker.
"Good." With a press of his finger, the camera began to snap away, capturing image after image of the dark beauty splayed out on his bed. She was a natural in the spotlight, it was easy to see, and her skin tone shone brighter against the black sheets.
Small movements offered him a different shot with each click of the shutter, and Fiona was unsurprised to find she was having fun being the center of his focus. Her hands moved lightly over her body, never baudy, but sensually, touching herself in ways she knew Jonathan would appreciate.
"Now," again, he gestured with his hands so that she would roll over onto her back and look up at him. "Spread your hair out."
Fiona flipped her hair up so that it was like black fire over the slick sheets, cool now on the back of her neck. "Are you aching for me yet? I'm all scantily clad and writhing on your bed."
He snapped a few shots of her body before setting the camera down and leaning over her.
"Always," he murmured, capturing her lips in an upside down kiss.
Nibbling his lower lip, Fiona reached up to thread her fingers through his hair. "What do you want me to do next?"
There were several things he wanted her to do, but they should at least keep up some semblance of this photoshoot. "Take your bra off," he murmured against her lips.
Fi moved to the side, a colorful array of tattoos flashing as she rolled, then sat up. She tugged one strap down slowly, then the other before reaching behind her back to unclasp the lacy garment and throw it aside. There wasn't much to display, but she was happy to show the little there was to offer. Reclining on the bed once more, her back arched, petite peaks taut now that they'd been deprived of their cover, and her eyes found Jonathan's once more. "Do you want me eager or should I attempt to look demure?" As if she ever could...
"This isn't the West End," he commented wryly, snapping away as he moved around her to take shots from different angles. She was perfect for something like this.
Though he'd be lying if he denied looking forward to what was to come after they'd finished taking pictures.
"Sit up," he said softly, nodding at her. "On your knees." When she'd done as he commanded, he took her hands and placed them at her hips, lacing her fingertips in the sides of her knickers. "Now pull them down just slightly."
She did as he bid her, lowering her panties on her hips as she looked up at her lover with a sultry expression. When she'd agreed to pose, she hadn't considered just how much she'd be willing to bare, hadn't asked if these were to be used in Jon's personal or professional portfolio. It was a lark she'd been excited to try, but as she posed, Fiona wondered just how intimate a portrait her lover would want to take in the end. Was there anything she wasn't willing to do? Nothing came to mind.
Perfect. His camera was practically singing as he took snap after snap of her from nearly every angle. Moving around behind her, he set to capturing her gorgeous back and pert arse. "Look over your shoulder."
Peeking over her left shoulder, Fiona gave a wink. Her look turned saucy as she drew her knickers down lower, exposing just a hint of naughty flesh. With a wiggle and a giggle, she asked, "Dontcha wanna spank me? I'm clearly a very bad girl."
"Focus, Fi," he reminded her, only the twitching of his lips belying his amusement.
"I'm focused," she insisted, eyes roaming over him hungrily. "The very picture of concentration."
"On the photos."
Fiona stuck her tongue out and gave a little pout. "Fine. Party pooper."
"I'll reward you later," he promised, moving to another angle as he continued to snap away at her.
It only took a moment for Fiona to get back in the swing of things and having fun. Covering her breasts with smalls hands, her eyes opened wide as if she'd been caught unaware.
Jonathan couldn't help but laugh softly at the surprised expression on his lover's face. These pictures were going to be perfect, he just knew it.
"What are you planning to do with these snaps anyway, Jon?" she asked, shifting again into a new pose.
"Not sure," he said, climbing up onto the bed so he could take some snaps looking down at her. "Do you mind if I use them?" He most likely wouldn't; he didn't fancy her Da finding out and coming after him with a beater's bat, but if he ever did decide to, he wanted her permission.
"No, I don't mind." She considered her statement a moment and revised it. "Unless, that is, you decide to take some 'artistic' ones. I'd hate to wander down the road and wonder who's seen my bits."
"You'll have the final word," he promised her, leaning over the camera to press a chaste kiss to her smooth stomach.
Smoothing her hands over Jonathan's thighs as he stood again, she leaned in close to his zipper. "You could always take some that are just for you."
He smirked and snapped one of her, eyes rolled up to meet his gaze. "I could, could I?" he queried.
"If you wanted to, I might let you." Playfully tugging at his belt, she raised a brow. "If you wanted..."
His lips twitched, and he let the camera fall to the side as his free hand sifted through her long, black hair.
"I want," he confirmed in a low voice.
Her fingers went straight to work on the buckle of Jonathan's leather belt, quite pleased with the turn of events. "Then I suppose I'll allow it."