Catwalk Love
CHAPTER NINE
Theresa Gray
I was standing in front of the full length mirror looking at my costume for the next part of the three picture trilogy. Love. My heart raced at the word. To be honest, love wasn't exactly something that came easy to me anymore. Sure I loved my parents, loved Jessamine like a sister, and Marshall like a crazy older brother. But that was about it. I was one of those girls who just didn't do love.
Or at least that's what I kept telling myself.
My outfit consisted of a dark red dress that went all the way down to the floor. Two thick straps covered my shoulders, but the back of the dress was nonexistent until you reached the top of my hips. It was a dress that many would fight to wear, and I couldn't help but feel slightly lucky that I was the one who got to wear it.
"Theresa dear, stop staring at yourself and get your skinny ass out here!" Camille shouted. I bit my lip nervously.
"Do you think I look ok?" I asked shyly.
"When don't you look 'ok'?" Camille asked, "Now stop worrying about what William will think and get out here. Magnus is getting impatient." The last part was what got me to rush out my dressing room and onto set. An angry Mangus was never a good thing. I didn't even try to correct Camille about the William comment, I was too busy trying to appease the manic photographer.
The set had changed dramatically once again. No more was the playful bedroom scene, but a nighttime background shimmering with fake stars with a balcony setup. The best part of the set was the guy that was leaning against the railing of the balcony, waiting for me.
Will looked perfect.
He had on jet black suit that was tailored to him perfectly. The white shirt underneath had been unbuttoned and the collar slightly popped, a red tie that matched my dress hung loosely around his neck.
Slowly, he turned to look at me. His blue eyes seemed to light up as they finally saw me. They also began a slow, torturous journey down my body and all the way back up again. When his eyes met mine again they were still shinning, but this time I knew it was for a completely different reason.
"Tess," He said his voice slightly raspy, "You look…you look absolutely stunning." He had his arm reached out towards me now. Patiently waiting me for it to take it. No one could blame me that I did.
"You don't look so bad yourself," I said as he pulled me towards his body. Slowly his hand rose to my face. The tips of his fingers brushing across my cheek softly. His baby blue eyes were soft and a ghost of a smile had covered his lips.
"I know," he said, "It's not your fault that you find me irresistible, everyone does. Hell, even Marshall has."
It was a classic William Herondale comment. It was a comment, that if he had said three days ago, I would have probably slapped him in the face before strutting away extremely pissed off. But I couldn't do that now. Now, it was just another part of Will's charm that seemed to be growing on me at an alarmingly fast rate. I had known him for a little under a week and already my heart was doing triple time whenever he was near me. It was terrifying and thrilling all at the same time.
Will had become an enigma in my life, and I would do anything to figure that enigma out.
"There are my two stars," Magnus trilled as he walked towards us. Sparkles and all. "I was begging to worry. Now you two go stand over there, we'll put the music on, and we'll begin." With a one more extravagant whoosh of his hand Magnus walked over to where he would be shooting and Will and I walked over to where we would be modeling.
We were still close. Extremely close. Will hadn't taken his arm away from my waist and by the way it constricted while we walked, I could tell he didn't want to.
And that was okay with me.
"Now muffin cakes, lovelies, sweethearts, whatever you two want to be called." It was Marshall this time. He was seated behind a computer, probably watching every photo that popped up on the screen with keen eyes. "I want you two to act like you're head over heels in love. That means snuggling, jaw dropping kisses, and maybe, just maybe a little bit of clothing removal."
I gulped. My mind automatically jumped to the gutter and began picturing Will and I actually removing clothes from each other's bodies. No cameras though. Just us.
"Exactly!" Magnus applauded, "Marshall is right on track. Now let's get this show on the road people. We don't have all day." On his last words the music started up playing a slow sensual song. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Action!" Magnus called.
The first thing that Will did was kiss me.
William Herondale
I couldn't help myself. She was so close, so perfect, and I just couldn't help myself. As soon as I had an excuse, I brought my lips crashing down onto Tessa's. But I was careful about it. I had to stick to the script. It wasn't a fast paced tongue tying kiss, it was slow, soft, and perfect. Snap, Snap, Snap.
I let my hand wander to the back of the dress that was cleverly designed so I could only feel her heated skin. Whoever had invented open backed clothing, they were my fucking hero. Snap, Snap, Snap.
I couldn't kiss her forever. She might get suspicious, and I'm sure that they would want more for the photo shoot. So somehow I mange to retract my lips from hers. I don't move away from her though. I just look into those beautiful grey eyes and smile like a damn fool. Snap, Snap, Snap. She's breathing heavily and looking at me too. There's something in those grey eyes, I just don't know what.
Slowly, I bring my forehead down so that it's lying flatly against hers. My hands leave there place on her back and reach down until there clutching her small waist. Snap, Snap, Snap.
"Will." She whispers softly. I don't know what it means and I don't know what she wants. What I do know is that when she said my name it made me go mad. Just for a second. But it was enough. Softly, I push her against the fake fence of the balcony. Snap, Snap, Snap.
"Theresa." I really can't remember one time that I said her full name it had always been Tessa or Tess. Never Theresa. "Theresa you're driving me crazy." I push against her harder letting my hips rolling against her so she can see just how crazy I really am. A moan escapes her throat and her body arches against the fence. Snap, Snap, Snap.
"What are you doing to me?" I ask her between slow, wet kisses that are attacking her neck. Snap, Snap, Snap.
"Will."
"I can't…I can't describe…" I can't finish my sentence. The attack on her neck had stopped. My head is now resting in the crook of her neck. My lips brush against her collarbone as I speak. Snap, Snap, Snap.
Tessa's warm hand that had been clutching the fence suddenly makes a journey up my arm. Snap, Snap. They continue on their way, going over my shoulder and brushing softly against my neck. Snap. Finally they make their way into my black hair and clutch on tight. Snap, Snap, Snap. It might have hurt, but I was too caught up in Tessa to even care.
"Going great so far guys," Magnus calls waking me up slightly from my haze, "We've got a lot of these soft ones, now let's go for a little bit more passion."
"Clothing removal!" I hear Marshall shout. I can't help but let a soft chuckle escape.
Ever so slowly I push away from Tessa. Her hands that were in my hair fall away so that they're circled around my neck. My hands rub up and down her exposed back softly. We're both smiling at Marshall's antics. Snap, Snap.
"You heard the man," I say, "Just don't slap me when it happens."
"Who says you're the only one removing clothes William?" Tessa's eyes glimmer with dark humor that paralyzes me in my spot. I don't think I've ever wanted someone as bad as I wanted Tessa Gray at this moment.
Her hands slide down my neck and softly push at the suite jacket. I don't protest at all as it falls to the floor in a loud thud. Snap, Snap. Her hands are now making work of the red tie with practiced hands. Snap, Snap, Snap. It falls to the ground, twirling in the air. Snap.
I swallow hard as her finger begin to undo the buttons of the white shirt. My eyes watch her every movement. And as she undoes each one my hands begin to grab onto her hips tighter and tighter. My thumbs making slow, circular motions on her waist. Snap, Snap, Snap.
"You didn't answer my question Will," she whispers into my ear. Her hands are still working on the damn buttons. Slow, torturously slow. Snap, Snap. "Who told you that I wouldn't be removing any clothes?" At her words the last button comes undone allowing the white shirt to willow open and expose my tone chest. Snap, Snap, Snap.
I don't answer her question.
I can't.
Honestly I don't think I could even talk at the moment. My mind was too busy going through several fantasies of Tessa and me. All of them included us two naked and alone. So instead I do the only thing my lust filled mind can think of.
I kiss her.
Snap, Snap, Snap.
Hard and soft.
Snap, Snap, Snap.
Fast and slow.
Snap, Snap, Snap.
I kiss her a thousand different ways. Yet all of them are perfect. Then I detach myself. Both of us are breathing hard and eyes are blazing with emotion. Snap, Snap. But somehow I catch my breath, smirk, and say:
"Now it's your turn."
I spin her around so that her back is facing me. Snap, Snap. There's no zipper in the back, honestly there's no back at all. So instead I let my fingers hover over the straps on her shoulders. Snap, Snap. I let them draw lazy patterns on her perfect skin, before I slowly slide my fingers underneath the straps and let the slowly push them down. Snap, Snap, Snap.
The action exposes only more of her skin to me. I can't help myself when my lips automatically began to plant soft kisses all around her. Snap, Snap, Snap.
A soft moan escapes Tessa's lips. It sounds real. Really real. It sounds like I'm turning this girl inside out. Almost as if at this moment we really were alone, and Tessa really did want me to do these things to her. That little moan sparked something in me that I thought had died long ago. Something that had died with another girl. Somewhere else, far, far, away.
Then I remember that this is a photo shoot and this isn't real. It's fake. Right? It's all for the photo shoot. She doesn't really feel this way.
