"Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic." -Frida Kahlo
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Daphne let out a soft gasp as he kissed her. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, begging for access to her mouth. His hand came up to her hair and gave it a gentle tug. She let out a low groan as she was reminded by the scenes on set they'd filmed where he wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her head back, shoving his tongue down her throat. But this was different. He was more delicate and he was actually asking permission. Plus they weren't being watched by twenty other people. She slowed their kisses, confused about what was going on.
"Jared, I-," she started, fingers to her lips in shock.
"Are you two going to stay outside all night or are you gonna come in and have some fun?" Terry asked, popping his head out onto the balcony. He didn't say anything about the photo he'd just snapped. "Shannon makes a shitty photo subject by himself."
Jared sighed. "We'll be in in a minute," he replied, giving Terry a nod. He bit his lips, trying to figure out what to say next. It was Daphne who spoke instead.
"He's not going to ask me to get naked, is he?" she asked, looking up at him.
Jared laughed. "He'll ask, but you're welcome to say no."
"I think he's got a crush on me," she said quietly.
He put his arm around her and pulled her to him. "You think?" he asked with a laugh. "Come on, let's go inside."
He led her back inside. Shannon was the current subject of Terry's camera and he didn't seem happy with it. Terry glanced up as they came inside and he smiled.
"Now, Daphne, I know you're off, but what do you say to getting in front of the camera? It might make Shannon a bit more interesting," he said, nodding his head toward him. Shannon gave him the finger playfully behind his back.
Daphne laughed. "I guess," she said. "Where do you want me?"
He smiled. "Anywhere you want," he said. "I don't think there's a camera or angle out there that could make you look bad."
She blushed slightly as she walked in front of him. He stood back and stared at her for a minute before walking forward and placing her right next to Shannon. He took her leg and had her straddle one of his. Then he took a step back, taking a few shots.
"Don't look so stiff, Shannon. You've got the sexiest woman alive practically riding your dick. What the hell are you just sitting there with your arms crossed for?" Terry called from behind the camera. "Touch her for fuck's sakes."
Shannon glanced at Jared, who nodded. Daphne felt him bring his hands up to her hips and grasp them lightly. He rested his cheek against her side and she placed her hand on his other one, pressing him gently against her body.
"Shannon, take her hair down," Terry called.
Daphne could hear the shutter clicking rapidly as Shannon tugged gently on the band holding her hair up. It got stuck and she made a small noise of discomfort. Terry stepped forward to help.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked, holding his hands up before touching her. She shook her head and he released her long hair easily. It tumbled down the side of her face in loose waves. He fluffed it gently with his hands, framing her face with it evenly. "God you have hair I could run my hands through all day."
"He wants to be a hairdresser if this photography thing ever goes in the shitter," Jared called from behind the camera with a laugh.
They did a few other poses before Shannon bowed out. He had a meeting for Black Fuel in the morning and he had to get some sleep. Jared left Daphne and Terry alone to say goodbye to his brother.
"I'd love to schedule some camera time with you for a real shoot," Terry said as Jared and Shannon spoke in the hallway.
"What's this then?" she asked, taking a sip from her drink as she sat at the bar.
He shrugged. "It's more of a fun, relaxing setting. Nothing really professional about it. I mean at my studio down the street."
She smiled at him. "Why can't it be professional? How do you want to shoot me?"
She got up and walked over to an open area, running her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face. Terry walked over and moved one of the lights around to light her better. "Can we do close ups? But down on the ground with me above?"
Daphne nodded, sinking into the floor and looking up at him. "Like that?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Perfect," he said, taking a few test shots. He wanted to capture her eyes. They were her most dominant feature. She was strikingly beautiful in black and white. Her dark hair and pale skin stood out against each other. "Open your mouth slightly," he instructed her, reaching to tilt her head toward the light gently. "I'd say you're a natural but I know you've had over a decade of sitting in front of cameras," he said as he snapped away with a laugh.
She smiled. "Yeah, it's kind of second nature to me."
"I wish I could have shot your grandfather," he said.
"I think he would have loved your work," she responded with a laugh. "He was always one for shock value," she added, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.
"I did a shoot with Kate Moss a few years back on a motorcycle that looked exactly like the one he rode in 'The Wild One'," he said with a smile. "I wish I had that bike he rode."
"I do," she said simply.
"No shit!" he exclaimed in surprise.
She nodded. "Don't tell Shannon though," she added. "I think it's his birthday present next year."
"So you and Jared, huh?" he asked, shifting her head to a different angle.
"What about us?" she asked, raising her eyebrow testily.
"You two look good together," he replied with a smile. "I know everyone thinks you're fucking," he added. "I don't."
She laughed. "Thanks for your vote of confidence."
Just then Jared came in and looked down at her on the floor. "What are we doing?" he asked, bending down next to Terry.
"Just taking a few shots of Glamour Girl," Terry said with a wink at her. "I think I've got what I need. But I really would like to do a full shoot with you sometime."
She nodded as Jared helped her up. "Is that all?" she asked. "From the way Jared described previous shoots he's had with you, I expected there to be a bit more…"
"Debauchery?" Terry interrupted with a laugh. She nodded, biting her lip. "If you're interested we could do something a little less G-rated."
Jared glanced at her in surprise. "I thought you said you didn't want to get naked?"
She shook her head. "I didn't say naked, did I?"
"Fair enough," Terry said, switching cameras out and sitting at a desk in front of his laptop.
The photos he'd just taken of her popped onto the screen and she walked over to view them. Terry had focused exclusively on her face, highlighting it perfectly. Her eyes stood out in the black and white and her hair was a perfect frame for her face.
"Jesus Daph," Jared said. "You have 'Fuck Me' eyes. They're stunning."
"She does indeed," Terry added. "Almost reminds me of the Afghan Woman."
She smiled. "I think its Jared's turn to get in front of the camera."
"No, you're coming with me," he said, taking her hand.
"New idea," Terry interjected. "Are those your bags?" he asked, pointing at Daphne's suitcases. She nodded. "Jared, you pick anything for her to wear and Daphne, go pick anything for him to wear. His bags are in the bedroom right there." Terry gestured behind him at a slightly open door. "Come back in three minutes and you'll have to wear whatever the other person has chosen."
Jared nodded and Daphne went into the bedroom. She unzipped his suitcase and wasn't at all surprised to see everything was neatly folded and organized. She ended up choosing a pair of jeans-which he never wore- and a simple white t-shirt. She didn't really know much about fashion, so she just chose whatever caught her eye.
Jared on the other hand was busily rifling through Daphne's suitcases, knowing EXACTLY what he wanted. He'd seen an entire black lingerie set, complete with lace thigh-highs and a garter belt before when he'd been looking for something for her. He figured she'd pick something practical and he knew this would shock her. Plus, he was also thinking of their kiss from earlier that afternoon. All he'd been able to think about since was pulling her to him and doing it again, but he wasn't sure how she felt. She hadn't really given him a response. To be honest, he wasn't sure how he felt either.
"Time!" Terry called. Daphne came back out with a pair of jeans and a white shirt in her hands. She paled when she saw what he had in his.
"Going down that road then, are we?" she asked in annoyance.
"Hey, he said pick anything," Jared said with a grin as he handed a black lace push up bra, a pair of black lace panties, a black garter belt, and black lace thigh high tights. She threw the shirt and jeans at him in frustration before huffing off to change. "She won't be comfortable with it," he told Terry with a laugh.
"How do you figure? She wore the same type of stuff when you were filming. Plus she's done lingerie shoots before," Terry responded. "Look," he said, waving Jared over to his computer.
On the screen, Jared saw a slightly younger Daphne wearing pinup style lingerie with Emma Watson lying across her stomach. It was an old Hollywood themed shoot and everything looked very glamorous and softly lit. It was one of the more famous photos of Daphne, done by Annie Liebovitz.
"We'll see. But I don't want you pushing her," he responded.
When she came into the room again, Jared swore he could hear that saxophone bit that plays whenever a sexy character walks in a scene in a cartoon. She looked every bit the part of a Victoria's Secret model, just minus a few inches because she was shorter. He even felt his dick twitch a tiny bit. He willed it to go away because that was the last thing he needed. She must have been feeling emboldened by the alcohol she'd consumed because walked right over and gave Terry a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on his face. Jared rushed to capture the moment on the digital camera in front of him.
Terry blushed a little and placed his hand on the curve of her small waist as Jared clicked away. "Alright," he said, taking a step back. "Jared, you sit in the chair, in profile. Cheat about thirty degrees to your right. Perfect. Daphne, sit on his lap, facing him, legs on either side."
She took a deep breath and nodded before doing as he asked. Her stocking-ed feet slid a little on the floor and she let out a little shriek, but Jared caught her hand and steadied her. She straddled him carefully, holding on to the back of the hard plastic chair for balance.
"Jared, don't touch her. Hands down off to the side, but look at her. Daphne, hold on just like that, but look right at him. Straight into the eyes," Terry said, reaching out and gently curling a lock of her hair around his finger and placing it exactly over her shoulder. He slid her bra strap over her shoulder, leaving it bare. "Stick your ass out a little bit more, Daphne."
Daphne stared into Jared's eyes, enjoying the opportunity. Very rarely were they so still, right in front of each other's faces. They were oblivious to Terry moving around them, taking photo after photo. Jared searched her eyes for an answer to the question he hadn't even asked yet and she stared right back, a sultry smile in them.
"Daphne, how flexible are you?" Terry's voice interrupted their sexy staring contest.
"I haven't stretched, but I'm flexible enough," she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "Why?"
"Could you go into like a back bend from that position?" he asked, gesturing with his hand. She nodded. "Jared hold her hips so she doesn't fall."
Jared did as he was told, enjoying the feel of the lace against his hands as he pressed them into her hips to hold her steady as she bent backwards into a graceful arch, hands above her head in perfect dancer's position. The only problem was her movement against him had stirred something else up as well.
"Beautiful Daphne. Gorgeous," Terry said. "Open those eyes for me sweetheart. Perfect. Right at me." Daphne gave him her best sexy look, biting her lip lightly for added effect. The black lace stood out beautifully against her pale skin. "Oh my God you're so fucking beautiful I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" he added in a joking tone. Jared and Daphne both laughed loudly.
Jared had moved one of his hands to her stomach, running his fingers across it freely while Terry took close-ups of her face. He was staring at her while the older man shot her, enjoying the view from the angle he had, but also enjoying the feel of her against him. Her breasts were coming out of the bra slightly and she was aware of it. She held one of her hands across them, trying to cover them up.
"Alright, bring her back up. Can you support her weight and hold her halfway?" Terry asked. Jared nodded and carefully brought Daphne back up, wrapping one arm around her lower back and using the other to support her upper back, cradling her neck in his palm. "Oh perfect. Hold her like that. Daphne, lean your head back slightly." She wrapped her legs tighter around his body, pointing her toes as she had been taught to in the years of dance training she'd had.
Jared didn't need further instruction on what to do next. He nuzzled his nose into her chest, just above her breasts. Her hair tumbled across her breasts and over her shoulders and he was treated to a whiff of her perfume and shampoo. He let his lips brush against her bare skin, aware that Terry was still shooting them. He pulled her back up to face him, keeping his arms around her body. He closed his eyes for a moment when she brushed her fingers through his hair. He gave Terry a glance and shook his head, indicating that they were done. Or at least he was. If he had to keep dealing with her on top of him like that, in his arms, and looking at him like that, he thought he would fuck her against the wall then and there.
"Alright, it's late," Terry replied with a knowing smile. "I'm going to hit the hay." He set his camera down on his desk, walking by Jared and Daphne, who he still had sitting on his lap. "Should I put my headphones on?" he asked quietly in Jared's ear as he passed. Jared didn't take his eyes off of Daphne, who was giving him her porn star gaze. "Okay then," Terry said, continuing to his room. "It was nice to meet you, Daphne!" he called before shutting his door.
Jared and Daphne sat like that for several minutes longer, staring at each other. Her heart was racing and she was suddenly very aware of the clothes she was wearing and the position she was in. She was also aware of something else, under her, growing.
"Jared, I should go get changed," she said softly. Her voice cut through the silence. "I have a flight in the morning."
He didn't let her go. Instead he tightened his grip on her body and kissed her roughly. Again, it wasn't something she wasn't used to. He'd kissed her quite a lot during filming. But this one was different. There was a fire and passion in it. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, pressing his fingers into her bare skin as he held her. She moaned softly against his lips as he clutched her tighter, standing up with her in his arms.
Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and kissed him back as she felt him walking through the apartment. He pressed her up against a wall and ran his hands down her body, resting them on her ass. He kissed her roughly, running his tongue down her neck and biting her gently on her collar bone. She felt his cock pressing against her gently but she was also aware of herself slipping down the wall.
"I've got you," he said, hefting her back up.
He kissed her again, softer, slower, enjoying the feel of her tongue against his. She unhooked her legs from his waist and he let her feet hit the floor. He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it behind him on the floor and then he brought his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra deftly. She gasped slightly as he ran his hands across her body softly sliding the straps off gently, leaving kisses in their wake. He tossed the bra behind him, flipping Daphne to face the wall, rougher than he had intended to. He grinded his pelvis against her ass, bringing her hands up over her head against the wall.
She tilted her head back against his shoulder and sighed as he brought his hands down to her bare breasts, biting her neck softly. "Jared," she started, turning to face him. "Not here," she said.
He nodded, taking her hand and pulling her against him as he walked her backwards into the spare bedroom. He kissed her as they walked, running his hands down to her hips. He slowed his kisses to talk to her.
"Daphne, is this…?" he asked, in between pressing his lips against hers.
She nodded, lightly grating her fingernails against his bare back. The motion brought up goose bumps on his flesh and made him shiver slightly. Jared shut the door behind him as he pushed Daphne down on the bed.