Magnetic, Mesmerising H.S.

Magnetic, Mesmerising

"Are you going to actually help me get ready love? Or are you just going to keep taking pictures?"

I look down at the picture I just took and can only come to one conclusion - he's a rockstar. Not that we didn't know it before, but there's something about him today. All clad in leather sans a relatively important clothing article. His hair artfully disheveled, expression tense and chest bare all the way down to the ferns I love to scratch at (he loves it just as much, encourages it even). 

It's funny how quickly that expression melts into an indulgent, slightly chastising smile, when he hears the shutter of my film camera click.

The arch in his brow is accentuated by a faint glow. It's nothing really added onto him, he's just so ethereal, innately, he glows.
My very own encapsulation of warmth, my sunshine.

I hold his gaze defiantly tonight. not slipping up as easily as I usually would, letting a cheeky "I'm sorry, H" fall from my pouted lips, without an ounce of regret in my words.

Shaking his head he laughs to himself as he paces slowly over to me "no you're not, minx"

His hands skim over my similar outfit, the beauty of it, etched in its simplicity. It's a structured, high-waisted leather miniskirt just about dusting my mid thigh coupled with a longline leather blazer and a white feathered boa, which is somewhere carelessly strewn across the hotel bed.

The cut was immaculate and coupled with my heels, I felt that my gangly legs had been transformed into stately model-esque ones which went on for miles.
Seeing as I don't have Harry's confidence, I have a tiny crystal studded bra on, just to protect my "modesty". The girls are tucked away behind nipple stickers so there's no room for slips here.

I honestly would have been content going there in a burlap sack so as not to take attention away from our rockstar here, but Alessandro insisted. "My muse's muse is my muse" he kept repeating. This has now become a bit of an inside joke and mantra between all three of us.
Besides, he's not doing the carpet in the leather so paling into insignificance will be easy for me.

Ring studded hands move back into my peripheral vision as he drags them down the lapels of my blazer, pulling them apart just a touch, to see one of his cross necklaces resting daintily between my clavicles and the glint of the crystals adorning my body. He flits over my waist, squeezing once before allowing his hands to settle delicately on my hips, pulling me into his hold.

Looking up at his face I see the mischief poorly concealed in his eyes, knowing that if I didn't act quickly, shit would get real chaotic, real fast.
"Okay fine, you caught me ... I'm not." I retort with a gentle shrug.

My resulting grin, kicks his smile up a notch as he leans down to press a kiss to my nose.
"I know."

I would do the same but I don't want to leave a red outline on his nose, seeing as I know he'll be flushed as hell in a few moments.

I pull back a little and do his zipper up, fastening the closure; before reaching up, rearranging his necklaces and pressing a small kiss to his chest, hidden by his blazer. His heart is hammering behind his ribcage as I expected.

You'd never know because of the amazing way in which he carries himself. He's laughing with everyone - making them feel at ease, telling jokes, calming Jeff down; but I see it in the twitch of his brows, the periodical playing with his hands - whether that be clenching his fists or tapping his fingers and twisting his rings; and in his complete forgetfulness.

All this morning it's been an echo of "darling, have you seen my ... ?" And then shortly after, like a mole popping up from the ground again, I'm met with a "nevermind! Just seen it"