Alternatively - A Pob/Leon Fanfiction

Chapter Eight - Deeper (Topfah)

I took more pictures of Leon than I needed. There was something about the way he moved in front of my lens, something almost addicting that swayed his body in ways that had me breathless. There was a kind of desperate dominance that filled his gaze—the need to hold someone close, to make their body do what he commanded and with each picture, I wish that someone was me.

As he moved into different poses for me, I held my breath, trying to calm my racing heart and the thoughts in me head. Then he bared a shoulder, turned to look over it and winked at me.

I gasped and licked my lips as every muscle in my body stood at attention.

Clearing my throat, I set my camera down.

"Um." I managed. "We've been working for a while now. How about a break?"

Before he responded, I ran from the room, locked myself in the closest toilet and gripped the vanity in both hands. Bowing my head, I allowed myself the luxury of a few deep breaths before looking up so my eyes could meet my reflection.

Not wanting Leon to ask questions, I quickly used the bathroom, washed my hands and face, then patted them dry with a towel. After a few more breaths, I let myself out of the room, stopped to grab a couple bottles of water, then found him seated on the floor, playing on his phone.

I paused at the door, watching him. He hadn't bother buttoning his shirt. His body was slender, perfect and I couldn't stop thinking of ways I could please it.

Ashamed of my thoughts, I entered and pressed one of the cold bottles to his cheek. Leon looked up at me for an eternity before smiling and accepting the bottle.

"Thanks, P."

I nodded and sat beside him. "Playing games?"

"No, P." He replied, setting the bottle between his thighs, and refocusing on the phone. "My mother. She worries and checks in a lot."

"That's what moms are supposed to do."

"Chi, P."

Silence.

I focused on the hum of the world rotating around us, the faint crash of waves against the shore, and the loudness of everything around me that made life—life.

"You look so goo din front of my camera." I confessed.

Leon said nothing

After a while, I hung my head to draw in enough courage to look, then turned to see he'd been staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"P..." His voice cracked.

"I'm not hitting on you or anything." I told him, tearing my eyes from his. "It's just—the way you move."

"Explain that to me."

Frowning, I made to get up but he caught my arm and pulled me back to sit.

"P, explain that to me."

"There's nothing to explain, khap. It's just something us photographer says when a model is good at what they're doing."

"Are you giving me a compliment then, P?"

"Mm." I replied with my face on fire, wanting this conversation to end.

Being shy around Leon had become a thing—each time I looked at him, thought of him, spoke to him, I wanted more than I deserved, and I had to get it together.

"Does that mean you think I'm good looking, P?" Leon asked.

I did push to my feet then. Though I meant to storm from the room, I stopped, turned and looked down into his face. His smile lit up his dark eyes and I wanted to melt.