𝙈𝙄𝙓𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋 ➪ 𝙈Å𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔

20. NO MAKING OUT IN THE STUDIO [V.D.A]

[You are Arabella]

"Seriously, guys." I said, walking up to the four naked bandmates in my studio. "you should have been dressed five minutes ago. We're already behind schedule because of Vic needing to get other earrings because she apparently didn't like the other ones but really she just doesn't want to admit she lost them." I said, looking at my girlfriend with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, but you love me for that, bella." she said, kissing me quickly on the lips before going to find her pasties.

"Now I wish Giorgia worked with us." said Damiano, grumpily. "Imagine her being like, let's say, our makeup artist, she's great at that. She'd be here all the time! Not fair, when I'm going back home I'm applying her for our makeup artist."

Damiano joked all the damn time so we all just learned to laugh at his jokes.

They soon got ready, and we could get to shooting.

"Vic, your hair is fine." I said, after Victoria said she felt like her hair was messed up multiple times in a row.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, of course I am." this time I was the one who kissed her and not the other way around. "You look perfect."

"Thank you." she smiled and walked to where Damiano stood just minutes ago.

She stood and I raised my camera to my eyes.

"Mhm, maybe lean forward." I said. "A little less."

"I think Vic's photos are going to come out better than any of ours." said Ethan and we all laughed.

"You should be regretting not being Ara because you can't enjoy this body!" she exclaimed, winking at me as I smirked.

"Only mine." I said.

After a few photos we went to check them out.

"I don't like the blazer." Victoria said.

"Yeah, but you can't take it off. You'll make people horny." I said and they all laughed. "I already am." I joked and they all laughed even harder.

"Wait till later." she said and I chuckled. "Wait, maybe I'll keep it on but like on my arms not here on my shoulders."

"Yeah, we can try that." said Damiano and Thomas and Ethan agreed.

"Alright, yeah." I said, going back to stand where I stood before.

She also went back and took her blazer off so that it rested in her arms as she put her arms a little to the back.

"Forward, Vic, forward." I said and she leaned forward.

She looked straight at me and not at the camera and began licking her lips.

"Holy shit! I got it!" I said, excitedly.

I ran to the computer and smirked proudly at it. The four others soon crowded behind me and smiled at the photo.

"Why so hot?" I asked, referring to 'Mamma Mia', their new single that was coming out next week and we were shooting these photos for.

"'Cause I'm Italiano!" they shouted and I laughed.

"First shot of the day, done!" I exclaimed and we high-fived each other.

I love being Måneskin's photographer. I've been their photographer since the very beginning. We have known each other since high school where Damiano had introduced me to the three others and I immediately fell in love with Victoria. We've been together for five years, God, how fast time flows. She was sixteen when we got together, I was seventeen.

Damiano kissed my cheek and I smiled at him, whispering a thank you.

After being best friends since forever, we both got used to doing this to each other, it was our way of telling each other 'well done' or 'you did great.'

I photographed the other three and then we moved onto the group picture.

Damiano went to kneel in the ground and Thomas stood behind of him. Ethan and Victoria came to the sides.

I took a couple pictures and then went to check them from my camera, not bothering to go to my laptop.

"I think Thomas and Damiano you should switch spaces." I said looking up from the camera to the four bandmates in front of me.

"Alright, we can try." said Damiano and he switched spaces with Thomas.

"Looks great."  I said and started taking photos. "Ethan, lean to your left a little, half of you isn't in the frame."

"Sorry!" he exclaimed.

"That's alright." I said.

I took a couple more photos and then I went up to the computer to look at them.

"Alright, am I taking more photos or are one of these good?" I asked, standing up and they all walked to the laptop as I moved back to give them space. Victoria sat on the ground with the three men behind her as she swiped through the photo I had just taken.

"Ooh, I like this one." pointed out Thomas.

"This one?" asked Victoria.

"No, no. The one before this one." he said and she went back to the one they had just looked at. "Yeah, this one."

"Hmh, I like it." said Victoria, looking back at the boys. Ethan nodded his agreement.

"I love it. We couldn't have gone for a better photographer." said Damiano, the four of them looking back at me. "You work wonders, Miss Arabella!"

"Thank you." I said, smiling at them. "They obviously need editing, they should be ready by Friday. I'll try ro edit them as early as I can."

We all high-fived and they went to get changed back except Victoria who slid her hands around my waist when I was saving the photos they picked on my laptop so I could start editing them later.

"You're so talented." she whispered against my neck.

"You think so?" I turned around in my seat and she went to sit on my thighs, each of her legs either side of me.

"Mhm." she said and she kissed me.

I pulled away and started leaving light kisses on her neck. We were all alone in my studio so it was fine.

"You were great today too." I whispered as she leaned her head back. I started playing with the frizzles on her pasties and she let out a shaky breath as every now and then my cold finger would touch her hot skin.

She joined our lips in a kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck, my hands resting on her shoulders.

"Oi! Stop making out in the studio!" shouted Damiano, walking out obviously naked. "You know the rule. No making out in th studio!"

Victoria didn't turn, she just carried on kissing me as she showed him the middle finger.

I opened my eyes and laughed.

"Oh, fuck you, David!" Victoria shouted. "You ruined the mood!"

"It was one great makeout session though." I winked at her. "We'll finish this at home."

"Yeah! Listen to your wise girlfriend!" he shouted back. "Go finish this at home."

"Promise?" she asked, looking at me, her hands in my shoulder-length brown hair.

"I promise." I whispered.