A.N: This is a follow up to One Shot #1, Model Behavior.

Picture Perfect (Model Behavior 2):

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Being a very light sleeper, one ring from the hotel phone was enough to lure Orihime from her slumber. Still half asleep, she groped around the bedside table before her fingers closed around the ringing object.

"Hello?" She mumbled sleepily, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

There was a pause before a robotic voice came through the receiver. "Good morning! This is your 4:00 AM wake up call."

"Oh, yes. Thank you very much." It wasn't until she hung up that she realized she had just thanked an automated response. Oh well, maybe machines had feelings too and no one had noticed besides her. She placed the phone back on the table before rolling over to her original position.

"Ich~i~go~kun…" She sung into his ear.

He groaned and rolled over, now facing away from his girlfriend. As if that alone would stop her.

She scooted over, wrapping an arm around his mid section and squeezing. She placed a kiss on the back of his neck before running her fingers through his messy hair. "We have to wake up Ichigo-kun."

"Too damn early." He muttered, trying in vain to go back to sleep.

"Call time is 6:30 A.M. And we still have to shower and get dressed." Orihime reminded him.

Ichigo turned so he was face to face with Orihime, reluctantly opening his eyes. "I'm not you. It doesn't take me an hour to take a shower. I could wake up at 5:45 and still get to the studio in time."

"Don't you want to have time for breakfast? I thought we could stop somewhere on the way there." Orihime replied.

"Craft services will have food there." He responded.

Orihime wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Craft service food is always terrible."

Ichigo smirked. "Coming from you, the girl who thinks red bean paste goes with everything, that is a huge insult."

Orihime playfully swatted at his arm. His smirk widened. She gently glided her fingers over his fading black eye. "My home made healing crème is really working! Your eye looks so much better! Maybe now Kuchiki-san won't kill you."

Ichigo frowned. "Rukia doesn't own me. Just because she's my agent doesn't mean she gets to tell me how to live my life."

Ichigo was an aspiring mixed martial art fighter. So was Grimmjow. Unfortunately, mixed martial arts didn't pay the bills unless you could win the big tournaments. And the best paying tournaments took a lot of time and experience to even qualify for. Modeling was just a quick way to make a lot of cash. Although Ichigo had been doing it for over two years now, it definitely wasn't what he wanted to do permanently.

"You need to be more careful. You don't want to ruin this pretty face, do you?" She teased, resting her hand on his cheek.

His frown became more pronounced. "Don't make fun of me. He took a cheap shot. One little black eye is nothing. Besides, they have make-up and Photoshop. I'll still look picture perfect."

Orihime smiled at her boyfriend before hopping out of bed. He groaned in protest when she pulled the covers off of him. "It's time to wake up! I'm going to take a shower. When I get out, you better be up, or else."

He swung his long legs off the bed and stood, scratching his bare chest. Even though they had been dating for over a year and she often saw him shirtless, she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming over his figure in his boxers. He smirked when he noticed she was checking him out. She blushed at being caught, hastily turning away from him and heading for the bathroom. As she was closing the door, something obstructed her.

She looked down to see Ichigo's foot blocking the door. "If we share a shower, we'll have more time for breakfast." He suggested, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

She raised an eyebrow. Save time by sharing a shower? Not the way their showers together always ended up.

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"I told you we were going to be late." Orihime chided as Ichigo drove their rental car faster toward Tokyo.

He rolled his eyes. "You're the one who booked the hotel just outside of Tokyo to save money."

"All the nice hotels in Tokyo were booked already. And if we hadn't been in the shower for over an hour, we would have been on time."

He kept his eyes on the road but somehow his hand found hers. "Well, I had a pretty good time in the shower." He looked away from the road to glance at her, a handsome smirk on his face. "You did too." She blushed. He returned his gaze to the road. "So what if we're a little late? I'm the principal male model. They can't start without me."

"Still, you get to model opposite Matsumoto Rangiku today! She is a super model! Probably the most famous model in Japan. You can't keep Matsumoto Rangiku waiting! We'll never work again!" Her tone indicated just how worried she was.

"Oh well. We'll just have to get real jobs I guess." He replied dismissively.

Orihime pouted and looked out the window. True, she didn't really like modeling, especially romantic shoots with people who weren't her boyfriend, but it did pay the bills. College was expensive, and she hoped to go to medical school after undergrad, which would be even more expensive. Ichigo disliked modeling a lot more than she did, but he could still take it a little bit more seriously.

Ichigo noticed the silence, something very rare when being around Inoue Orihime. "Are you mad?" He asked. "I was kidding."

"I'm not mad. I'm just a little nervous. We're going to model with Matsumoto Rangiku! I know I'm just going to be in the background, but being in the same photo with Matsumoto-san, she's so beautiful. I can't even compare with her."

"What are you talking about? You're beautiful Orihime." Orihime fidgeted uncomfortably. She was never good at taking a compliment. "Plus, Matsumoto is old."

Orihime gasped. "Ichigo-kun! Don't speak badly of Matsumoto-san! She's a legend!"

"Legend? For what?" Ichigo asked.

For the rest of the thirty-minute drive to Tokyo, Orihime explained why Matsumoto

was so admirable and why Ichigo should be honored to work with her.

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Hours later, Orihime's admiration for Matsumoto Rangiku was waning considerably. Not because of Matsumoto herself, she was actually lovely. She didn't have a diva attitude and introduced herself to all the other models and the crew. Orihime and Rangiku got along rather well, but as Orihime watched Rangiku interact with her boyfriend of a little over a year, she was starting to like her less and less.

"Oh Matsumoto-san, you're perfect! You're beautiful! Keep doing what you're doing! Oh, just like that! Yes! Yes! YES!" Orihime felt the photographer's praise was a little over the top.

Rangiku continued to stare sultrily at the camera, changing her pose slightly with each shot. Orihime watched warily as Ichigo's hand moved further up the supermodel's outer high, helping to keep her leg up and show the high heels she was modeling no doubt, but that didn't mean it upset Orihime any less.

Ichigo and Orihime rarely worked together. Ichigo tended to book more high fashion shoots while Orihime was more catalogue. Neither of the two did a lot of runway; Orihime because of her lack of ability to walk in heels and Ichigo because he felt runway was embarrassing and emasculating. And judging by her reaction to watching her boyfriend flirting with Rangiku for the cameras, they wouldn't be working together ever again.

"Inoue-san, stop staring at Matsumoto-san." The photographer snapped.

Orihime quickly returned her attention to Hisagi, the male model she was supposed to be talking to in the photo. The studio had been designed to look like a club. They had hired extras to be the regular club goers, and five models besides Ichigo and Rangiku to wear other shoe designs. Orihime's heels were too high and she couldn't stand, so the photographer had instructed her to sit on a table, making sure to keep her feet in front so they would be in the photo.

Hisagi watched as her eyes slowly returned to Ichigo and Rangiku. "Is he your boyfriend?" He finally asked.

Orihime returned her gaze to Hisagi and nodded.

Hisagi smiled. "He's a lucky guy." Orihime returned his smile, but couldn't fight down her blush. "You don't have to worry about them you know. I don't know your boyfriend, but I know Rangiku. She generally goes for the older, more mature type."

Despite Hisagi's assurances, for the rest of the shoot Orihime shot suspicious looks at the two stars of the photo. Their convincing displays of affection were really getting under her skin. She was relieved when the photographer finally called for a break so hair and make-up could get retouched. She quickly hopped off the table, wobbling and almost falling because of the heels, before waddling over to the craft service table where Ichigo was picking at the food. A make-up assistant dabbed concealer on his eye as he snacked on a cookie. He smiled when she reached his side. "Hey."

"Hi. So what do you think of Rangiku-san?" She winced. She had meant to ease into the conversation, not blurt it out immediately.

He grabbed some chips. How he ate like that and looked so good she would never know. "She's okay. Nicer than I thought she would be."

"She is prettier in person too." Orihime commented, closely watching his reaction.

He shrugged. "I guess so. I always thought her boobs had to be photo shopped, but I guess I was wrong."

She gaped. She didn't often feel boob envy, but Rangiku's chest was even larger than her own. She looked down at her own chest before glancing at Rangiku, who was now engaged in conversation with Renji, Ikkaku, and Neliel, some of the other models. Ichigo noticed her comparative gaze. "Are you jealous?" His tone sounded more amused than she would have liked.

"No!" She lied.

He smirked. "You're totally jealous." The make-up girl finished retouching him and walked away. Orihime started when one of the hair assistants starting coming her hair, but ignored their presence and continued her discussion with her boyfriend.

"I'm not!"

"Just because we met at a shoot doesn't mean I'm going to use every other shoot as an opportunity to try to get a new girlfriend." He explained. She remained silent, not wanting him to know exactly how much she worried about that exact scenario. "Although I appreciate you being jealous, you have nothing to worry about. I really like you, you know."

Orihime positively beamed. The assistant finished with her hair and Orihime thanked her before she walked off. And although Ichigo didn't exactly say it, she knew what he really meant. "I love you too." She confessed.

"Good." Ichigo responded before capturing her lips. Normally he would have allowed the kiss to linger, but he didn't want to ruin her make-up that had been so painstakingly applied. He pulled back after the unusually chaste kiss.

"Models! We're ready!" The photographer yelled.

Ichigo grabbed one more handful of chips. He was chewing as he walked away, so instead of saying goodbye verbally he lightly slapped her bottom as he walked by.

Her entire body immediately turned as red as her hair before she looked around frantically to make sure no one else had seen. That was so embarrassing! The coast seemed to be clear. Composing herself, she walked back to the shoot.

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Later that night, the models celebrated their new photo spread and enormous paychecks at Tokyo's hottest nightclub. Looking the way they did, of course they had no problem getting in. "Unlimited Sake on me!" A tipsy Rangiku yelled from atop a table. Cheers echoed throughout the club.

Orihime giggled as she watched Hisagi try to lure Rangiku down from the table. Neliel smiled too as she glanced at the scene. The two girls, who had become fast friends, continued to dance together, attracting a lot of male attention. Ichigo watched protectively while he sipped on a beer and leaned against a counter with Renji. He glowered as a group of college-aged men surrounded his girlfriend and Neliel. "Watch this for me." Ichigo requested as he left his beer with Renji and headed toward the crowd.

Orihime giggled as Neliel spun her. Both girls seemed unaware of all the attention they were attracting as they swayed their hips and playfully grinded. "Hey Nel, mind if I cut in?" Ichigo asked.

"Get your own girlfriend." Nel playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

The tall orange haired man rolled his eyes before lightly bumping Neliel away with his hip. She mock pouted before walking away to dance with Ikkaku. Ichigo moved in close to Orihime, lowering his hands to cup her perky derriere. Orihime raised an eyebrow. He wasn't normally big on public displays of affection, so she realized he must have been marking his claim. She wrapped her arms around his neck before looking around her, noticing her audience for the first time.

The couple swayed lightly to and fro. Seeing some of the guys hadn't taken the hint to back off, Ichigo leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth and he swept his tongue inside. Her tongue briefly tangled around his before he pulled away, sucking on her neck until a hickey formed. He looked proudly at his handiwork. Most of the male club goers had gotten the hint that she was taken and flitted away.

Orihime rose onto her tiptoes and Ichigo leaned down so she could whisper in his ear. "Are you jealous?" She echoed his statement from earlier in the day.

He smirked. "Why would I be jealous? They might get to look, but I'm the only one who gets to touch." To punctuate his statement, he squeezed her bottom. "But it does piss me off when men look at you as if they have a shot."

Orihime smiled. "Well, you have nothing to worry about. I really like you, you know."

"I love you too." Ichigo replied before capturing her lips for another kiss.

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