WriterFreak001:

This chapter was really hard to write, for some reason. :/ I hope you like it nonetheless.

PS. I've done the best research I could about early 1900 photography so… bear with me because there wasn't a lot to go off of. I could look up names of old cameras, but I didn't seem to find anything about how they work or how long it takes for them to develop so, if what I'm writing is completely wrong, just… suspend your disbelief, please. Thanks!


The Scorpion

Written by WriterFreak001

Chapter 12:

Perfection

~ SCORPION ~

Paige inhaled a deep, slow breath after she slipped out of her evening gown and parted her lips slightly as her fingers lightly fluttered over the curves of her body. She didn't know what had possessed her to encourage Walter to capture photographs of her wearing only the Le Cœur de la Mer, but strangely, she wasn't nervous.

She strolled over to her dresser and carefully opened the top drawer before pulling out her favorite sheer kimono. She gently unfolded the silky material and opened it around her shoulders as she slid her arms through its beige sleeves. After loosely tying the gown around her naked body, she clasped the diamond around her neck and took another moment to gaze at herself in the mirror.

She was no longer the glass China doll her mother had created, and for the first time in a long time, she noticed the beautiful creature standing before her. She wore no makeup to cover her imperfections, no corset to hide her average figure, no clothing to accentuate her breasts… She was imperfectly beautiful.

And she loved it.

Before Paige had pushed Walter out of her bedroom, he was instructed to set the camera up in the sitting room so she could have the privacy she needed to get ready. Grateful for the task at hand, he slowly put the camera together as he waited for her. To think that Paige wanted only to wear the diamond was taunting enough, but to know that she was just thirty feet from him, shifting out of her dress for him… for the photographs she wanted him to take… was almost too unbearable.

Once the camera was ready, he rearranged the furniture and fluffed up the pillows, now more nervous than ever. He swallowed thickly and let out a slow, easy breath as he glanced towards the slightly opened door. Any moment now… just any moment now…

He really needed to get it together.

And as he saw the door gradually open, he pretended to busy himself with the camera.

Paige quietly cleared her throat, prompting him to look at her, and when he did, he froze. Her pert nipples poked through her thin, sheer kimono, and her long, wavy locks flowed around her like waterfalls. She was absolutely stunning. Perfect. Beautiful. What was he supposed to do again?

"The last thing I want," Paige flushed as she slowly approached him, "is to look like another boring princess so I expect to get what I want." Paige extended her palm and dropped a dime into Walter's hand. He chuckled lightly at her little charade, and watched her as she untied her sash and parted her kimono. The silky material glided downwards and pooled around her ankles, leaving absolutely no mystery behind.

Walter mindlessly licked his lips as he stared at her perky breasts, and Paige smirked. She fully intended to abuse the power she had over him tonight. "Walter," she cleared her throat, and he immediately snapped his eyes to hers. She smiled ear to ear. "Hi."

The inventor swallowed thickly. "Hi."

"So… are we doing this on the couch?"

Walter flushed head to toe. "Th-This?"

"The photography session," Paige giggled as she pointed to the camera, and Walter tugged on his collar a little.

"Right… Yes. On the bed…COUCH," the Irishman coughed and inhaled a deep breath as Paige laughed quietly. "Now… just… just pose naturally…. Trying to force one often doesn't work so… do whatever feels comfortable."

"How many planning to take?" Paige cocked an eyebrow, and Walter flashed a small smile.

"How many do you want?"

"Hmmm," Paige twirled her hair around her finger as she plopped down onto the couch, "Five."

"Five?"

"Five," she nodded. "We don't know when Drew or my mother will return, but I want a few of them to choose from so…," she smiled gingerly, "Take five."

"Makes sense," Walter shrugged before slightly adjusting the camera. "By the way, in case you didn't know, this camera is an autochrome camera. It was invented a few years ago, used to capture low levels of light – almost… pastel-like. Arnold Genthe, a renowned German photographer, often uses this type of Lumière camera for a wide variety of his portraits. He conducted a nude study, once, with this type of camera, so I have confidence that the autochrome will meet our needs."

"I've actually seen some of Arnold Genthe's work, and they're absolutely beautiful." Paige replied as she slipped into a prostrate position with her body facing Walter, her left arm resting on the pillow above her head, and her right palm facing the ceiling just in front of her face. "I have faith that your pictures will surpass his."

Walter gave her a small, appreciative smile. "Are you ready?"

Paige nodded slowly as Walter moved behind the camera and slipped the black cloth over his head. As he slid the film inside the holder, he could not help but watch as Paige slowly licked her lips. God, she was beautiful. His eyes traveled down to her pink, round nipples, and he couldn't help but wonder how they would feel inside his mouth or how she would respond if he flicked them with the tip of his tongue. Would she squeal? Squeak? Squirm? Would she beg for more before encouraging him to move his mouth lower?

His eyes suddenly zeroed in on the small patch of hair gracing her pubic area and determined he was the luckiest man alive to ever behold such beauty before him.

"Walter?" Paige inhaled a small breath, and her breasts rose in tandem. "Have you taken the first photograph yet?"

"Hm?" Walter suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing and cleared his throat quietly. "Give me one more minute." He took a second to get it together and then adjusted the focus and the shutter speed before angling the flash bulb towards Paige. Without waiting another second, he pressed the cable release and heard the flash go off before slipping out from underneath the cloth. "And the first one is done," he chuckled nervously as he reached for a new film and switched it out with the old one. "On to number two?"

Paige gave Walter a heartwarming smile as she pushed herself upright, centered herself on the couch and slowly leaned back as she parted her legs. Walter's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Paige grinned confidently, saying, "Number two."

Good lord.

Walter was a dead man.

~ SCORPION ~

"Your bride-to-be is very lovely, Drew," Bruce Ismay grinned ear to ear as he clipped another cigar, "Such a spirited one, too."

"Yes, yes," Drew nodded in agreement. "She's certainly a feisty one. Makes me all the more curious as to what kind of woman she's like in bed. I hope she's an energetic one, but I wouldn't be surprised if she turns out to be shy and timid. If that's the case, all the more fun for me."

"True, very true," Bruce laughed loudly as Cabe approached them with a frown.

"The two of you should be ashamed of yourselves. Miss Dineen is a fine, young woman, who doesn't deserve to be disrespected in any capacity. Any man who speaks ill of her doesn't deserve her." Cabe crossed his arms and glowered at Drew. "If I hear any more garbage from either of you, you'll wish you were never born." Without another word, Cabe stepped away from the men and left to speak with Patrick Quinn.

Once Bruce knew Cabe was enough away, he crossed his arms and looked at Drew. "By the way, where is that harlot?"

"Probably boring herself to death with her mother's never-ending chatter," Drew shrugged, bringing a cigar to his mouth. "Once we're done here, I'll go and find her. I know she's been fancying that steerage boy for the past few days, and I have no doubt in my mind she's been sneaking off with him even after I told her not to, but tonight will change everything."

"Oh?"

Drew nodded mischievously. "Whether she likes it or not, I plan on making her mine tonight. Once that happens, she'll never want to see that awful steerage pig again."

"Sir," Drew's manservant, Spicer Lovejoy, leaned closely to Drew's ear and whispered, "We have a development."

"What sort of development."

"Miss Paige is not with her mother as we originally thought," Spicer replied quietly in a hushed murmur. "I've asked around, and no one has seen her since she ran off after dinner."

Drew frowned. "Where was she running?"

"I don't know, sir," he mumbled even lower, "but a steward informed me she had had a tiff with her mother and ran off somewhere to meet the steerage boy."

Drew removed his cigar from his mouth and clenched his fist. "Find her, Lovejoy, by any means necessary."

"Yes, sir." Spicer nodded and stepped away from his employer before turning around. "And when I find her, what would you like me to do with her?"

Drew thought for a moment before answering. "Lock her up in my chamber. Use force if you have to."

"Of course, sir."

And without another word, Spicer Lovejoy vanished from the crowd of prestigious people in search of his master's future wife.

~ SCORPION ~

"They're done," Walter said suddenly as he popped into the sitting room with a smile on his face. "Developing them took longer than expected since I had to create a makeshift darkroom, but I have to say…, they came out quite lovely."

Paige slowly rose from the couch, still wearing nothing, and approached Walter with a curious look in her eyes. He took her hand and guided her into the water closet room, and she gasped a little when she saw the first photograph. "Oh my," she flushed at how exposed she was and immediately covered her face, suddenly embarrassed. "I can't believe I did all of those positions!"

Walter snaked his arms around her and pulled her close to him before whispering, "You look lovely in them." He kissed the back of her crown and held her tighter. "Very lovely."

"Are they still wet?"

"No," Walter shook his head. "They dry fairly quickly."

Paige unclipped them from the wall and looked at them again, blushing all the way down to her core. Walter pointed to the second one and muttered, "Number two is my favorite."

His sudden soft kiss made her smile warmly, and she opened the door. "I know exactly where to put these."

"Oh? Where?"

"In here," Paige said as she led him to her bedroom. She then approached Walter's collection of photos and slipped the small group inside the portfolio. She then turned around to him and lightly kissed his lips. "I want you to have them."

"All of them?"

Paige nodded and then hooked her arms around his neck. "Yes. All of them."

The inventor couldn't help but smile. "Thanks."

"Mhmm," she smiled softly and then tugged him towards her bed. "Now," she popped off his suspenders and then began unbuttoning his shirt, "the real fun begins."

~ SCORPION ~


WriterFreak001:

I know this chapter was relatively short, but I was struggling with it for the longest time. It's hard making "taking pictures" sexy, hahahaha.

Anyway, in case you haven't noticed, this story is starting to slowly branch off from the movie storyline so expect various changes. :)

As usual, let me know what you think!