AN: Two updates so far! :D

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Richie and May watched on Sora's bed as the redhead pulled things from the closet.

"I thought you didn't want to do the contest thingy," May flatly stated.

Sora huffed. "I didn't, but now I need to."

She pulled out a yellow orange skirt and tossed it on the bed. Richie yowled as the skirt nearly landed on the young cat.

"Sorry Richie."

Richie hissed and then sat near May's hand, pawing at her fingers. May rolled her eyes but lifted her hand anyways. The kitty promptly placed his head under her hand.

"Why would you need to do something you don't want to do?" May shot back as she scratched Richie's head. "You already put in your two weeks' for the shop and already have students signed up for private pole lessons." Richie purred as May scratched harder. "Between work and practicing for the summer pole competition, I don't see how you can fit a modeling career if you win."

"I'm not going to be a model," Sora sighed. "I just need to win."

"But isn't the point of winning to become a model?"

Sora packed some heels. "Typically. But when am I ever typical?" She frowned at the lack of unique shoes. "Can I borrow some heels?"

"Yeah whatever. Just don't break them."

May rolled onto her back. Richie climbed up on her belly and started rubbing his back on her stomach. May promptly pushed him off. The cat continued rubbing his back on the bed, squirming and wiggling like a worm.

"Your cat's got issues."

"I already bathed him three times for fleas and got that pest free collar," Sora muttered as she watched her cat squirm his way off the bed with a yowl. "So it isn't that." She looked at the time and then shut her suitcase closed. "Leon's coming soon."

May grinned upside down. "I guess I don't need to wait up tonight."

Sora's face flushed. "He's helping me with the contest!"

"I'm sure he'll help you with your wardrobe," May smirked, "His pants should be nice and cozy."

Sora threw a pillow at her roommate's face.

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Leon looked at his girlfriend through the camera lens. "Tilt your head a little to the right."

She tilted it too much, making it look like she snapped her neck. He shook his head at the peculiar sight.

"That's too much. Lift it back up until – now that's too high."

Sora sighed. "How about you just come over and tilt my head?"

"Most shoots would require you to do the adjustments on your own," he warned, "but in the interest of time, I shall."

He left the camera on the tripod and went over to her, crouching to her level. She was lounging on several exotic printed pillows, her colorful skirt splayed out in a bold mixture of gold and the colors of a sunset. The halter top hugged her bust tastefully, but also femininely, showing without revealing so much how well shaped she was.

He really liked this outfit of hers.

"Tilt your head like so," he murmured, his fingers and thumb gently holding her chin so he could move her head. "We'll first do it like this and then head tilt two will be lower like this."

She logged in the tilts, noting them like steps in a dance. "Ok."

He straightened up and then moved to the camera. "Head tilt one…"

She lifted her head, looking straight at the camera. He smiled and snapped the shot.

"Give a little smile," he pulled out a rubber ducky from the small pack on his belt.

She laughed as the ducky squeaked. "Should I be offended that you brought that?"

He grinned. "It was this or bringing in chocolate cake."

At the reminder of that shoot, Sora blushed.

"Head tilt two. And think of eating the cake off of me."

"Leon!"

He chuckled. "Or would you rather I eat it off of you?"

She sputtered out nonsense as her face flamed. "You're worse than Cathy!"

"Less scolding, more posing." He zoomed in a little, making her face the focus of the coming shot. "If my suggestions do not help, then think of something yourself. Make me want to come to you."

She pursed her lips as she thought. Then, slowly, she smiled. She tilted her head down a little more, making her lashes brush her cheek. Leon shot a couple of those, catching the moment when she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

That shot he was going to print a copy for himself.

Then, she loosened in her pose, her legs shifting a little as her foot slid a heel off and then the other. He quickly zoomed out for that, catching a shot of a bare foot slipping the heel off of the other. Her hand slid down her form, altering the way her skirt laid so that more of her legs showed.

His mouth felt kind of dry. He swallowed and then cleared his throat, not wanting to sound like a boy going through the awkward voice cracking period.

"You have more outfits to try out, correct?"

She half smiled. "Yes. I do."

Then, she bit her lower lip and beckoned him over with a few fingers. He took that shot, turned off the camera, and then went over to her.

"You have your make-up here?"

"Yes."

"Good," he huskily murmured, "I'm about to smear it."

She brought his head down to her, her fingers gripping his hair. He came over her, his lips heatedly kissing her, smearing her lipstick.

They laid back on the pillows, the ducky squeaking from Leon's belt pack.

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AN: I couldn't resist the ducky idea! XD