A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, ladies. I hope you all have someone to cuddle today. To show you how much I love you all for your love and support for my little story, I wanted to give you a special Valentine's Day gift. If you remember, I recently cut out a chapter because it messed with the flow of the story. But I promised you to give it to you later. Well, today is later, lol.

I have to tell you that this is unbeta'd, and I'm sure there are lots of mistakes in here. I hope you don't mind because, had I waited to have it edited, you wouldn't be reading this today.

Before I let you read about the Photo Session, I want to remind you again that this chapter chronologically takes place after the handcuff play and before the coming-out dinner. So, now I let you read and hopefully enjoy it. See you at the bottom.

Disclaimer: Twilight's not mine, yada, yada, yada …

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Outtake – Photo Session

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been as happy as I was right then. Although Edward had to work late every evening, and I had a deadline for a job as well, but we talked on the phone every night. I missed him, and that felt like it was exactly the way it was supposed to be.

It was Wednesday night around nine p. m., and I was working late in my studio, post-processing the shoots from Monday and Tuesday, when I heard an unexpected knock on the door. I went over slowly, unsure who might visit at this time of day. Very carefully, I opened the door only an inch wide to make sure I could shut it again immediately if the intruder meant no good. I spotted Edward standing there, holding several bags of take out food in his hands. My heart jumped at the sight of him. He was wearing a gray suit, a white shirt with the top button undone and a red tie, which was hanging loosely around his neck.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, smiling his wonderful crooked smile. "I thought you might be hungry." He held up the bags for me to see.

I opened the door further, flung my arms around his neck, and raised up on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. "Hi, handsome. How did you know? I'm actually famished."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me real close. We stood in the doorway for several minutes, lost in a deep, passionate kiss before Edward reluctantly pulled away.

"Hey, I thought you were hungry. Maybe we should eat first and have dessert later." He wiggled his brows a few times to make sure I understood what he was implying.

I stepped aside and let him in before I closed the door. "Maybe you're right. Didn't you say you'd have to work late tonight?" I asked as he took the boxes of Thai food out of the bags.

"Actually, I'd have to, but I left early. I knew you would be here, and I wanted to see you tonight." He placed a soft kiss on my forehead before he hung his suit jacket over the back of a chair, and we both sat down to eat.

I was happy that he'd decided to come. I'd missed him terribly over the last two days. For a moment, I deliberated whether I should tell him or not, but I decided to keep quiet.

The food was really good. Edward told me about the campaign he had to finish before he could go on his trip next week, and I explained about the things I was working on.

"So you didn't shoot anything today?" he asked with an expression I didn't understand.

I answered carefully, "No, not today."

"Have you ever done a photo shoot yourself, as a model I mean?" The suggestive raise of his brow made me nervous, but I still didn't know what he was getting at.

"No, not professionally. Why?" My bewilderment must have shown clearly on my face.

"Well, I thought about trying something if you don't mind."

Now he had me totally confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'd like to be the photographer tonight with you as my model." His wicked grin warned me that he was up to no good, but I was intrigued.

"Okay boss, what do you want me to do?"

He jumped up from his chair and went over to the part of the studio where I stored some furniture and other props. He chose a chaise lounge and pushed it over to stand in front of the white screen. Then he went back, going through several things, returning with a dark-red drape that he threw over the screen. After going back and forth a few times, he had created a scene with the black chaise lounge against the dark red background, a round side table next to the high end, and a vase with fake white orchids on top.

He appraised his work once again before looking at me invitingly.

"Are you done? So what now?" I asked, smiling what I hoped looked seductively.

"Come over here, and let me look at your clothes."

Slowly, I walked over to him, stopping about a foot away from him. He looked me over at length. I was wearing a black v-neck sweater, blue, skinny jeans, and I didn't know why, but this morning, instead of the usual Chucks, I'd put on my high heeled boots.

"Hmm, most of this has to go," Edward said shaking his head. "Take off the sweater first."

Without a word, I did what he told me to, slowly pulling it over my head. My eyes locked on his face as a shiver of excitement ran through me, not really knowing what he was up to. He tried to hide the smile that was forming around his lips when he spotted my dark-blue lacy bra.

"Take off the jeans, too," he instructed in a firm voice.

I bent down to unzip my boots and took them off. Then I opened the button of my jeans, slowly pulled down the zipper and climbed out of my pants. The smile finally broke through when he saw my dark-blue lace panties completing the ensemble of lingerie. I was glad to find that he was pleased by what he saw.

"Put the boots back on, and sit down on the chaise." He sounded a bit husky as he tried to make his tone authoritative.

After silently putting the boots back on, I first went to set the lighting. Then I adjusted the camera. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked over to the setting Edward had created and sat down on the edge of the seat.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked insecurely.

"Turn to the left, cross your legs. Put your hands behind you and lean on them, arching your back." He seemed to know exactly what he wanted, so I obeyed. The way he gave commands made my center leak.

Click, click. "Throw your head back." Click, click.

It was a strange feeling to be the model for once, instead of being the one who gave the instructions. But I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it.

"Now, turn to face me directly, spread your legs wide and lean with your forearms on your knees. Let your hair fall around your face. And now you look up at me."

Click, click, click.

He stepped away from the camera and walked over to me. When he stopped in front of me, I sat up straight, curious to find out what he had in mind now.

"This has to come off," he whispered as he unhooked my bra and removed it. "That's better."

My nipples began to harden immediately. I was sure Edward noticed it by the way his Adam's apple moved, but he didn't let it show as he gestured towards the high end of the chaise. "Now, sit over here." I scooted over and waited for more instructions. "Lie on your back and put your legs up there." I laid down and put my legs up on the backrest, crossing them. "Great."

He walked back to the camera. "Arch your back and look at me, baby."

I arched my back off the seat, placed my arms above my head and turned to looked over my shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Yes, that's it." Click, click, click. "Take your panties off," he commanded. I sat up and turned to face him again before I could stand. I felt very self-conscious as I pulled my lacy panties down and let them slide down my legs. Then I stepped out of them, and suddenly, I felt very self-conscious.

Edward's eyes became black with lust as he walked over to me again, placing me in a pose similar to the one Rose took in Titanic when Jack drew her picture.

Click, click, click.

Edward removed his tie and pushed a few buttons on the camera. Then he strolled over to me, stopped at the low end of the chaise lounge, and let his eyes roam over my naked body. His dark-green orbs sparkled with hunger when he grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him, placing my ass on the edge of the seat. Slowly he unzipped one boot, took it off and then removed the other one. Without breaking our eye-contact he went down on his knees.

He shot me a wicked grin when the camera clicked. Then he stretched out his index finger, and I held my breath as he slowly and leisurely ran it through my folds — from the clit down to my entrance, dipping about half of the finger in and circling it around. I exhaled in a quiet moan.

"Does this always happen to the model during a photo shoot? Do all of them get this wet?" he purred as he pulled his finger out and carefully slid it inside again.

"That depends on the photographer. They usually don't look at the models the way you look at me," I breathed out while Edward's finger moved back up to circle my bud. The camera was clicking every ten seconds. I'd never shot porn before, neither in front of the camera nor behind it. The thought of taking pictures of us having sex disturbed me but turned me on even more.

"I really need to taste you," Edward murmured before he bent down and swept his tongue over my cleft, licking off the liquid that was already flowing from my center. "Hmm, you have no idea how delicious you are, baby. Better than the best tiramisu."

With that, he pushed his tongue inside me while his arms wrapped around my thighs. One hand was on my stomach, the thumb of the other one slowly rubbed my clit.

"Oh, yes," I moaned when Edward curled his tongue, trying to suck me dry. His thumb rubbed harder while his tongue moved around frantically. I felt like my lungs weren't getting enough air. My panting grew heavier as goosebumps formed on my skin, and my back arched off the chaise.

"Uhhh, fuck, yes. Ohh," I cried out as my eyes rolled back and my insides exploded with my arriving climax. Reveling in Edward's continuing caresses, I slowly came down from my high.

My eyes opened again as my breath was still ragged. I watched him stand up, wipe his mouth and start to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"The appetizer was great, don't you think? Now the main course will be served shortly." Edward's chest was bare as the camera was still clicking regularly. Next, he unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and took off the rest of his clothes, only a condom remaining in his hand.

"Get up," he ordered, and I stood up, waiting for the next instruction. He sat down in the middle of the seat, put on the condom, and gestured for me to come closer. I walked the two steps toward him, knelt on the chaise lounge, straddling his legs, and positioned his latex covered erection at my entrance. My hands moved to grab the hair at the back of his neck. Very slowly, I lowered myself onto him until my ass rested on Edward's thighs. I moaned out in relief as I felt him fill me completely.

He put his hands on my hips as our eyes locked. Without any haste, I lifted myself up until he almost dropped out before I moved down again, grinding my clit into his pubic bone.

"Baby, you're fucking killing me," Edward groaned as I repeated the procedure once again.

I bit my lip when I had an idea. "What do you want me to do, Edward?" I purred before I licked the shell of his ear, pressing my tits against his chest.

He chuckled sexily when he realized that I was reversing our parts from the last time we'd had sex at the studio.

"Tell me, baby, what shall I do?" I asked once again, biting his earlobe.

"I want you to move your ass and bounce up and down on my cock. And I want you to moan my name when my dick is inside as deep as it goes." I felt him smile against my neck when a whimper escaped my throat at his dirty talking.

I started to move up and down again, faster than before but still quite slowly, savoring the feeling being connected like that.

"You like that, huh? You like it when I tell you what to do." His tongue licked up and down my neck as his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, slamming me down forcefully.

Another moan broke its way to the surface when he moved his hips up to drive into me to meet my downward thrust. Edward's mouth grabbed my left nipple and bit it lightly, then his tongue swirled around as our movements gradually turned wilder. Each time my hips met his, he hit my special spot, making me moan louder by the minute.

"Oh yes, baby. That's so fucking good. Keep going," Edward choked out while his lips were on my throat again.

I started to grind into him more and more, rubbing my clit against his skin and increasing the pressure on my g-spot with each downward move. I noticed his breathing speed up as I felt myself drift closer and closer to the edge. "Edward!" I moaned when I felt everything around me disappear and white hot pleasure shot through me, making me cling to his hair in a desperate attempt to stay sane.

My center clamped down on Edward's cock again and again, until seconds later, he twitched inside me, releasing his load. I collapsed against him, holding on to his neck to steady myself.

For what seemed like a very long time we just sat there, trying to breathe more regularly before I noticed the camera clicking in a steady rhythm again.

"When did you come up with that photo shoot idea?" I asked him straightening up.

"Well, I don't know. It just occurred to me when I was thinking about you earlier today. I realized I don't have a picture of you, then one led to the other, and I had a plan." He smiled a shy smile that made me want to kiss those lips until they're swollen.

"So, you had this all planned?" I asked playfully, running my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

He shuddered a bit before he answered me with a smug smile, "More or less, yes."

"You're a naughty boy, Edward Cullen, a very naughty boy." Gripping his hair a little tighter, I leaned in and touched my lips to his.

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I found Edward bent over my computer when I returned from the bathroom. "Are you satisfied with your work?"

"I had a great model." He pulled a USB flash drive out of the port and put it in his pocket.

"You know I have the right at my own picture, right?"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and looked into my eyes.

"They're just for private use. I need something to look at while I'm away next week." My face fell slightly at the idea of him being gone for a whole week. One of his hands rose to cup my cheek. I thought he was about to say something but then he didn't. Instead, he bent down and kissed me tenderly.

"I guess I have to go. It's late, and I have to work early tomorrow," he said pulling away reluctantly. "But I'll see you on Friday. We're meeting Alice and Jasper first for dinner, and later, we'll go to a bar for some drinks. I'll pick you up at seven thirty. And pack a bag. I want you to stay at my place till Sunday."

He kissed me again, deeply and passionately, before he finally left.

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A/N: Hmmm, hot, wasn't it? But it was also kind of sweet I think. What's your opinion? Tell me here or on Facebook in Payton79's Fanfiction.

Have a great Valentine's Day. See you next week.