Becky and I sat in the sunroom eating some sandwiches I made up for us. Tim was working a short shift that day but he still wouldn't be home until late afternoon. I decided to spend my free time with Becky since Julie moved to Chicago with Matt and Tyra was back at school.

"What are you doing again this afternoon?"

I rolled my eyes. "Becks, I told you like five times already."

"Yeah, but I wanna hear it again."

Skeeter's tags jingled as he scratched his ear.

"I have to take photos that show off the human body in some creative way and Tim agreed to be my model. We're doin' the shoot this afternoon."

"Wow."

"You're datin' Luke, Becky."

"I know." She tossed a piece of turkey to Skeeter. "It's just... Tim is hot."

"Yeah. I know. And I'm the one marryin' him. Keep your eyes on Luke, okay? I'm not upset because all the girls in Dillon love him and I trust him. But you know better. You've got a perfectly handsome guy who loves you and treats you right."

Becky sighed and gave me a soft smile. "You're right."

I patted her arm and took a bite of my sandwich.

"Can I at least see one of the photos?"

"Oh my God, Becks," I laughed. "No. They're only for my class."

"And yourself."

"Duh." I sipped my sweet tea. "I'd be a fool if I didn't keep them for myself."

"Do you think you'll let him take a picture of you?"

I coughed. "Uh, I don't think so."

"Why not? That picture he keeps of you in his wallet – the one he took of you – is really good."

"How do you know about that? And I thought I told him not to put it in his wallet."

"It's cute he keeps it. I saw him lookin' at it when you were out. I asked about it and he told me the story. You look amazing in it."

"If I let Tim take photos of me, my memory card will fill up with boob and butt shots."

"Probably."

"If you plant the idea in his head, you won't get to come over to see Skeeter anymore," I said, chucking a chip at her.

Becky threw it back. It fell on the porch where Skeeter devoured it.

"I promise I won't say a word if you let me look at one photo. Only one and it can be of your choosing. The least sexy, if that's even possible."

"You're a deviant," I said. "You'll see one photo and that's it. And don't push your luck."

"Thanks, Cat," Becky smirked as she munched on her food.

I hung up black sheets in one of the empty rooms upstairs and opened the blinds to let natural light in. I also had a few remote flash stands just in case. I was dumping all my photos from my memory card onto my computer when Tim walked in.

He was still in what he wore for work: blue jeans with rips in the knees and a grey sleeveless shirt with "Dillon Panthers Football" printed on it.

He eyed the umbrella lights. "Why the umbrellas?"

I popped the card back into my camera and formatted it. "It's to help with lighting. Sometimes harsh shadows work and other times I need the light dispersed more for softer shots." I walked over to kiss him. My finger traced his jawline curiously. "When did you start growin' facial hair?" I knew he shaved, but I didn't know how quickly it seemed to grow.

Tim smiled. "A long time ago. I ran out of shaving cream yesterday."

"Wow." My palm rubbed his cheek. "It looks good. I like it."

"I'll keep that in mind."

I took his hand. "Thank you for doin' this for me. I'm sure it's probably weird and awkward."

"Nah. I know what I look like." He smirked. "Plus, you've seen me naked plenty of times. Half-naked is easy."

"Even though my professor and classmates will see some of them?"

"Doesn't matter to me."

"Well, I have about a thousand ideas floatin' around in my head – some for class and others for general aesthetic. We should get started before the outside light changes."

"Just tell me what to do, Barton."

"Kiss me."

He willingly obliged. "That was easy."

I stuck my tongue out before guiding him to stand in front of the black sheet. I rearranged the flashes and pondered what to do first.

With a stranger, I would have used words to tell my subject how to pose for each shot. With Tim, I didn't speak much at all. I positioned him with my hands, not that he minded. I put one hand in his front pocket while the other ever so slightly lifted the hem of his shirt to reveal his belt buckle and just a sliver of skin. I focused on the grip of his hand and then the relaxed nature of the other in his pocket.

I made him tilt his head one way to get a close shot of his neck and jawline. I had him relax in one shot and tense in the next. Another few photos I had him push his hair back as he looked off to the side, so I could focus on his hand and arm. I took a photo of every possible part of him and he had yet to remove his shirt.

When it finally came to that, I took continuous shots of Tim pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. I couldn't resist kissing him after I pulled him closer to the window.

He put one hand in his back pocket at my request, letting the natural light hit the high points on his bent arm. I crossed his other arm across his chest and rested his hand on his shoulder. He turned his head toward the dark side of the frame and I took a few photos. I liked the pose a lot, but it felt like something was missing. An idea popped in my head.

"Don't move, okay?" I walked over to him and undid his belt. I watched his eyes shift toward my hands. "Trust me. Will they stay if they're undone?"

"Yeah."

I nodded. "Are you okay with this?"

He turned to kiss my head. "You're fine."

I undid his pants, letting his underwear peek over the waistline. I kissed his lips before turning his head back and taking photos again. It was much better than the others. I focused on the muscles of his arm resting across his chest and the tendons in his neck as he looked to the side.

"You can relax," I told him as I put his pants back in order for him because I wanted to.

He took my left hand and pressed it flat against his chest. "You should put your hand in some," he suggested.

"This is about you though."

"No, it's about different parts of the body, right?" I nodded. "Then use your hand. I bet it looks nice with mine."

I glanced at my hand, his fingers wrapped around my wrist. My ring stood out and made my hand look soft compared to Tim's. "Okay."

I let my camera hang from my neck while I positioned Tim's hand over mine. His fingers settled across the back of my hand. I smiled at the soft contrast between our hands and the firmness of his chest under them.

"Have you always had an eye for this?" I snapped a few photos.

"I don't know. I just think about what I'd like to look at."

After I quit taking photos, Tim took my hand and put it against his cheek. He kept his hand over mine and the corner of his mouth went up. His eyes told me to take the shot, so I did – though at an awkward angle because I didn't want to mess up what he posed.

"This isn't leadin' up to you takin' photos of me, is it?" I pushed the shutter button as Tim licked his lips, our hands no longer against his face.

"No, but that sounds like fun."

I shook my head and had him use both hands to push back his hair, his back to the window. I took a deep breath as my eyes followed the curve of his back.

He closed his eyes and yawned. We needed to wrap up for both our sakes.

"Close your eyes again," I said, lifting his chin up. My lips connected with his jaw before I stepped back and took more photos.

As the shoot went on, I had Tim show off various muscles in use. When my brain started thinking about things not pertaining to the assignment, we called it quits. I set my camera beside my laptop and leaned back against the wall.

Tim sat beside me. "You okay?"

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder after kissing it. "Thank you again."

"Anytime."

Snuggling into his side, I closed my eyes and drew shapes on his chest. "You make a very good model, Tim. Almost too good."

He chuckled. "Thanks. I want you to do well on the project."

"I think my professor will be too distracted to see any mistakes."

"When do I have the pleasure of takin' pictures of you?"

"Half-naked ones? Yeah, probably never. I don't want them gettin' out."

Tim nudged my head with his nose. "They would only be for me. No one else will get to see them."

"Until you use one as your phone background."

"I wouldn't use one that shows off anything."

I left a gentle kiss on his lips. "Maybe some other time." My pointer finger traced his jaw and chin. "I need to eat and think about somethin' other than you bein' ridiculously sexy. Me half-naked in front of you isn't gonna help."

Tim's eyes told me he wanted to suggest having sex to get it out of my system, but his lips didn't utter the words. He kissed the end of my nose. "What do you wanna eat?"

"Put a shirt on and we can go grab some Chinese food. I'm cravin' it."

"I'll meet you at the truck."

My eyes stayed on Tim as he left me alone in the room. I nibbled on my lower lip and smiled. I gazed at my laptop and camera. Editing would have to come later, maybe after dinner when I cooled off some.

Cooling off did not come easily when Tim walked out of the house freshly showered and his fingers combing through his wet hair.

Not that these bonus chapters aren't fillers, but this one was just a fun moment with Tim and Cat to allow her to show off her ability in the creative arts. :)