Written for rareshipsonbingo on Tumblr
Prompt: Videos and recording
Pairing: Mila Babicheva/Otabek Altin
Also written for 18OI Bingo-ber 2022
Prompt: Perception vs. reality
NOTE BEFORE READING: This is a side story to "The Bonds We Choose", a Ace!Yuri/Otabek/Mila fic. I don't think you necessarily need to have read it to enjoy this fic, but you'd probably get more out of it if you are familiar with the main story. This fic takes place during Chapter 3 of TBWC.
Also, this fic touches on the topic of body image issues due to pregnancy, if that is something you'd like to avoid.
Beautiful
Mila frowned at her nude reflection in the bathroom mirror.
At three months pregnant, she was finally beginning to show, her formerly flat, toned stomach becoming more soft and rounded. She had only gained a kilo and a half since the beginning of her pregnancy, but when one was as skinny as she was, even a little weight gain was noticeable – and she would only get bigger over the next six months.
Sighing, she poked at her belly. Dozens of comments on her retirement/pregnancy announcement on Instagram had remarked on how much she was "glowing" and had said her little bump was "cute" and "adorable", but Mila didn't see it.
Oh, why had she agreed to let Otabek photograph her like this?
A soft knock on the bathroom door startled her from her thoughts. "Hey, Milasha, are you okay?" Otabek asked. "You've been in there a while."
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" she called out, her voice higher pitched than usual as she quickly ran a brush through her hair. "Be out in a sec!"
After swiping on a coat of "Ruby Woo" lipstick – her favorite shade – Mila slipped on a silky pink robe and headed back to the bedroom.
Otabek sat on the edge of their neatly made bed, inserting film into the Polaroid camera that she had bought him for his birthday last year. Mila always insisted on instant photography when one of her lovers took pictures of her in the nude. She trusted Otabek more than anyone else and knew he would never release the photos to the public without her consent, but after so many celebrities had their naked pics posted on the Internet after being hacked, it was better to be safe than sorry. Just because she had once posed nude in a magazine spread celebrating athlete's bodies did not mean she wanted her private, more intimate photographs exposed to the world.
"Hey." Otabek's mouth curled up in a soft smile as he looked up. "You ready?"
Mila wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself. "Yeah, sure, I guess…"
"Milasha?" Concern flashing in his dark eyes, Otabek set his camera down on the mattress and walked over to her. "Is something wrong?" he asked, tenderly placing his hands on her upper arms. "Are you not feeling well? More morning sickness?"
"No, it's nothing. It's stupid." It was stupid. Otabek saw her naked all the time! He wasn't going to see anything he hadn't seen before.
Otabek frowned, not believing her. "It's obviously something. Tell me," he said. "Do you not want to do the shoot? It's okay if you're not in the mood."
"It's not that I don't want to… It's just…" Mila sighed, her arms dropping to her sides. "Why do you want photos of me looking like this, anyway?"
He blinked. "Looking like...what?"
"You know… All...round…and stuff..." she mumbled, rubbing at her tiny bump.
Inwardly, Mila cringed. This wasn't like her. While it was fairly common in her sport for skaters to be obsessed with their weight, she had never been one of them. She believed in body positivity! Or at least she had...until she no longer possessed the body she loved.
"Hey, come here." Taking Mila by the hands, Otabek walked backwards toward the bed and took a seat on the edge of the mattress.
"Beka…"
He reached for the belt wrapped tightly around Mila's waist and looked up at her face. "May I?"
Mila nodded, exhaling as he unraveled the knot. Her robe opened, the silky fabric sliding across her bare skin as it fell back to her sides. Otabek's eyes slowly roamed downward, his hands coming to rest upon her hips.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his low voice full of wonder and awe. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the area right above her navel, sending a pleasant shiver up Mila's spine.
"You're just saying that," she weakly protested. "You're only telling me what you think I want to hear."
Otabek once again looked up. "When have I ever told you something I didn't mean?"
"When you…"
Dammit! Her voice trailed off, unable to come up with a single example during the four years they had been dating. Otabek was always straight-forward and honest; it was one of the things Mila loved best about him. With a past full of trust issues thanks to her parents' acrimonious divorce and a series of partners who either cheated on her or just used her for her body, Otabek's sincerity had been a breath of fresh air.
"You are beautiful, Milasha," he said, pulling her in between his legs. "Why else do you think I always want to photograph you?"
"Because you're a total perv who gets off on snapping me naked?"
Otabek chuckled, not offended at all. "I won't deny there's some truth in that, but need I remind you that you were the one who asked me to do it first? You enjoy it just as much as I do...maybe even more."
"I do," she admitted, once again bringing a hand to her stomach. "I do, but…"
"One photo. Let me take one photo of you, and I'll show you how beautiful you are in my eyes."
Mila bit down on her bottom lip. She had promised Otabek a naked photo shoot in exchange for him agreeing to be in the photo for her pregnancy/retirement announcement on Instagram… "Fine, one photo," she relented. "But I reserve the right to tear it up if I don't like it."
"Of course." He grabbed his Polaroid camera. "Lay back against the pillows."
Mila shrugged her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet, and climbed onto the bed. Though tempted to grab one of the sparkly pink throw pillows behind her and hold it in front of her belly, she resisted the urge, laying back as Otabek instructed. "Like this?"
"Yeah, now throw your right arm back over your head and put your other hand on your stomach… A little lower… There, perfect."
Mila held the pose, breathing slow, steady breaths to relax as she watched Otabek move around the room, attempting to find the best angle to take the photograph. It was always a treat, watching him in photographer-mode. For a man who absolutely detested having his picture taken, he came alive behind the camera, showing a passion rarely seen unless he was on the ice or in a DJ booth. (Or in their bed…) Settling on the spot right at the foot of their bed, Otabek told her to smile and clicked the shutter button, the flash going off as he snapped the pic.
"And...done!" The photograph slid out from the front slot straight into Otabek's hand. "Now, we wait."
"Ugh, why are they called 'instant photos' when it still takes so long for the pictures to actually finish developing?" Mila complained, not for the first time.
Otabek set his camera on the nightstand, right beside the developing photograph. "I could tell you about the history and technology behind instant photography if you want," he said, joining her on the bed and settling in between her spread legs, "but I can think of a better use for my mouth while we wait."
"Oh?" Mila cocked an eyebrow, liking where this was going. "And what would that be, Mr. Photographer?"
Instead of answering, Otabek lowered his head and began trailing soft kisses down her chest and abdomen, Mila letting out a soft gasp when his mouth reached its ultimate destination between her legs.
Oh, yes, this was a much better way to pass the time!
"Oh, God, that was amazing!"
Mila fell back against the pillows, breathing heavily as she stared up at the ceiling. The things Otabek could do with his tongue! Her body tingled all over, warm and relaxed as she came down from her climax.
Otabek rested his chin on her rounded tummy, dark eyes staring up at her. "I aim to please," he said, with just the barest hint of a smirk crossing his glistening lips.
"And you always do." She brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen over Otabek's handsome face, overwhelmed once again by how much she loved him.
"So, ready to check it out?" he asked.
"What? Oh, right, the photo…" She had almost forgotten about it in her post-orgasmic bliss. Mila craned her neck toward the nightstand, but with Otabek's camera in the way, she couldn't see the Polaroid from her angle. "Has it finished developing yet?"
"It should be done by now…" Otabek lifted himself up and reached over for the photograph, a smile crossing his lips as he looked it over. "Oh, yeah, this came out really well."
"Let me see." Mila moved behind Otabek, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stared at the Polaroid over his shoulder. "Oh…"
Otabek turned his head, looking back at her with a raised eyebrow. "Is that a good 'Oh' or a bad one?"
"It's a...good one," she said softly, slipping the photograph out of his fingers so that she could take a better look at it. Technically, it wasn't as good as the photos he took with his digital camera, when he had the ability to fiddle with the settings and the lighting to capture exactly the image he wanted, but that just made the Polaroid all the more impressive. Mila barely even noticed the tiny bulge of her belly, her eyes drawn more to the expression on her face. She really was, well...glowing. "I look pretty," she admitted.
"Beautiful," he corrected, shifting around on the bed so that he was fully facing her. "You are beautiful, Milasha, no matter the shape of your body."
She leaned forward and chastely kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."
Standing back up, Otabek grabbed the camera from the nightstand. "So...do you want to stop at just one? Or do you feel like taking some more?"
Mila took one last satisfied look at the Polaroid, then set it back on the nightstand, face-down. "Okay, I suppose we can take some more… But, first…" Grinning deviously, she snatched the camera from Otabek's hands and aimed it directly at his face. "I get to take some naked pics of you!"
Through the viewer, Otabek crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Mila, no. You know how much I hate being photographed. Besides, I took pictures with you this morning."
"Not like this…" Giving her best pout, she rose up on her knees. "Come on, just one little photo… It's the least you can do after all the nudie pics you've taken of me over the past four years," Mila said, hooking her finger in the waistband of his jeans. "And need I remind you that I'm carrying your baby?"
"Milasha…"
"Drop these pants and show me the goods!"
After a moment of hesitation, Otabek smirked and began unzipping his jeans. "Okay, fine, fine. You are carrying my child, after all," he said, pushing his jeans down around his ankles. "No showing my face, though."
Mila looked downward at his cock, which was already standing at full attention, and licked at her lips, imagining her mouth wrapped around it, returning the favor from earlier. "Oh, believe me… I have very little interest in your face at the moment."
"You're incorrigible," Otabek said with a shake of his head, his hands resting on his hips. "You know that, right?"
Mila grinned and hit the shutter, taking care not to get any part of his face in the photo as Otabek asked. "That's why you love me, babe."
Otabek laughed and bent down to kiss her. "Yeah, that's why I love you."
DISCLAIMER: "Yuri! On Ice" doesn't belong to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Happy Halloween, and happy birthday to Otabek! I hope you enjoyed the story.
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