Title: Snapshot
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: Nanba x OC
Spoilers: Manga
Summary: Like most models, I was bored with life. I hated everything. And everyone.
Word Count: 1,071
Warnings: N/A

Disclaimer: Not mine. Summary is from Domino.

A/N: I am nowhere close to being a model. Most of the information I get is from Cosmo and American's Next Top Model. Forgive me for any errors.

Portfolio: a collection of photographs and tear sheers of a model, compiled and presented in a book

Nanba was over the moon – no, he was so far above the moon he was practically in another galaxy. Kali has agreed to date him! Which meant he got to do things like this whenever he wanted basically!

"Ahhh," her breath came out in a sigh, content and at ease and relaxed. It made Nanba smile against the curve of her throat and resume his languished kissing. He didn't know if he would ever get tired of this. Of making her sigh and squirm with pleasure, of making her forget what it was that made her seem so far away sometimes, of making her laugh. Of making her happy. "Minami…"

He raised his head to stare down at her, from his position sprawled across her on his couch. "Yes, my little goddess?" His smiled widely when she laughed and slapped his arm.

"Stop that," but she was giggling as she said it. "I just wanted to tell you that… I'm really… happy with you."

His heart inexplicably skipped a beat, then melted, so he leaned down to rub his nose against hers. "I'm happy, too."

She opened her mouth, closed it. She had that far-away look in her eye when she started to speak. "I never told you about… about Michael, did I?"

Nanba pursed his lips, thinking. "No, I don't think so. Who's he?"

"My last boyfriend. He… well…" She sighed and he waited patiently while she gathered her thoughts. After she started speaking though, it became harder and harder for him to sit there calmly while she told him a man had basically taken advantage of her emotions, only to toss her to the side like garbage. When she finished, she stared up at him nervously.

He swallowed, tried to force himself not to answer angrily. "Well, I'm glad that happened." When her eyes widened, he continued. "Because otherwise I would never have got to have you for myself."

Two blissful months later and Nanba was as happy as he had been when she agreed to date him. It was surreal for him, since he usually grew bored with women after a few months. Not that he was intentionally looking for someone different or better, it was just that, too long with one person to him seemed monotonous. He started to long for the excitement of a new relationship, the fun of learned someone new.

But it wasn't like that with Kali.

Everything he learned about her, made him want to learn more. Every secret he uncovered, made him want to create secrets of their own. He wanted to hear her laugh all the time. He missed her the moment she left the room. It was maddening.

"So do you understand the deal that we're offering you?"

Nanba snapped back to the conversation with a start. Crap, he'd zoned off and had no idea what their Harlequin liaison was talking about. "Well…"

"I think what you're saying," Kali started, with a sideways glance at Nanba, "is that, in conjunction with our shoots for your novel covers, you would add an addendum to our contract to do a shoot for an upcoming billboard. Is that correct?"

Nanba sent her a gracious look. "It sounds like a great idea." He turned to Kali. "What do you think?"

She stared at him for a long, thoughtful moment. "I think it sounds fantastic."

It took another two months to build the billboard, and in the time, Kali and Nanba did several shoots for the executives to choose from. He had never had so much fun on set before. This was even better than the time he got to do an advertisement for Tokyo Disney and got to ride all the rides for the photographs. Kali's fears about their work life being hindered by their relationship proved completely unfounded. If anything, they worked together better now than ever before. When Kali became introverted or shut down, Nanba could ease her out of her shell and make her laugh. When Nanba couldn't stay serious for more than two minutes on set, Kali grounded him and brought him back to Earth.

It was seamless. Perfect. Easy.

But they were both nervous wrecks for the billboard unveiling a month after its construction. They'd been together almost six months, only a very few people knew they were seeing each other. But they were attending this event together. It was a huge moment for them. Well, he thought so, anyway.

Oh course, then they unveiled the billboard and he almost had a heart attack.

They'd been shooting on different sets for months now, in order to give the head of the marketing department a wide portfolio of images to choose from. The image they chose was from none of the professional shots.

He remembered the exact moment the photograph had captured. They were waiting for the photographer to reload his camera and were taking a brief respite. Kali, in her long navy blue gown, had arranged herself on a short stool to the side of the room. She'd been reading a novel, Jane Eyre, when Nanba had leaned over her to snatch the book from her hands, his coal colored jacked in stark contrast to her dress. The moment the picture had captured, was Kali tilting her head back, revealing a long column of throat, to offer her lips to his, and of Nanba leaning down, the softest smile on his face. Their lips were inches apart, their eyes glowing with happiness.

The headline read: Harlequin: Bringing romance to life.

When he turned to Kali to see what she thought, he was startled to see a sheen of glossy tears in her eyes. "Kali…?"

She turned to him, smiling. "Oh, it's perfect, isn't it?"

Relieved, he returned her smile. Uncaring of the photographers no doubt snapping pictures of the grand unveiling event, he reached out to brush her hair behind her ear. "Yes, you're perfect."