Emison: My Life Support

(2) This Photograph

Alison's Pov:

I was watching her, she was sitting on my bed. Her eyes wandering from wall to wall. I smiled at her, she seen the movement from my smile and smiled back.

"These pictures, did you take them?"
She said.

"Yeah, I guess photography is another hidden talent besides writing." I said laughing.

"Take some of me"

"What?"

"Take some pictures of me." She said giggling.

"Okay" I said biting my bottom lip. "I have to go downstairs and get my camera really quick. Hold on."

"I'll be here." She said, but the way she said it made me wonder what she was up too.

I came back up stares and my jaw dropped through the floor. I couldn't really make out what I was seeing in front of me. Emily probably went in my closet and got my white shirt, it was oversized. But underneath she had a black thong and bra on.

"Holy fuck." I said, shit I didn't mean to say that out loud.

I startled her because her back was towards me, she was looking at a picture of my when I was a child. She laughed and turned around.

"Ready?" She said biting her bottom lip.

"Y-Y-Yeahh" I said breathing heavily.

We just fucking met and I'm already falling for her.

She laid down on my bed and pulled off the comforter. I started taking off the cap of the lens, then she started taking off her bra. I was just staring.
The cap slowly fell on the ground,
way to go Alison.

She giggled while buttoning one button, right in the middle of her chest. Ever so slightly covering her breasts. She crawled on the sheets, going into a cat position, and sliding onto her stomach. She pulled her hair on one side of her head. While she was playing with her hair I took a picture, I was looking at it. Zooming in on her face, looking at every detail. Forgetting that she was there, I saw a figure coming towards me. She was on her knees crawling towards me. She came to the end of the bed where I was,

"Let's see it." She said smiling, but biting her bottom lip at the same time.

I looked into her eyes, they were focused on my hands. Her arms coming towards me, she put her hands on mine, my hands still on the camera. She tilted it towards her. She did a small little smirk. I was still staring at her. Those hazel brown eyes looking up at mine. Our hands still touching. She lightly put the camera on the bed and pulled the hem of my white v-neck t-shirt towards her lips. Mine fitting perfectly in the gap of hers. My eyes closed in pleasure.

She stroked my cheek, her arms slowly dropping towards the bottom of my shirt. She pulled off my shirt. She was looking at my body. Her fingerprints were implanted on my stomach. She crawled backwards, I took that as a signal as 'come here'. I climbed onto the bed. She got under the sheets and waited for me to get under them with her. When I did she laid on her side. Her arm propping her head up.
I pulled the sheets over us. It was like the rest of the world didn't matter, it was like we were in this world where all we cared about was... us.

She grabbed my hand, we intwined them together. Her arm that was propping her up came towards me. She grabbed my head pulling my head to hers. Our foreheads touching, and our eyes connected. She managed to get the camera with her foot. She kissed me and as we were kissing I heard a click. She looked down.

"Tell me something to hold onto forever and never let go." She said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Let go." I said as I pulled her in for a kiss. As we were kissing I felt a tear from her face fall on my nose. I didn't understand why she was crying, but I knew it had to do with being gay.
I took the pad of my thumb and wiped away her tears. She laughed through her tears.

I laid my head down on my pillow, her head laying down on my chest. The white surrounding around us was peaceful. Our hands still intwined, she was playing with our fingers. Before I knew it, we were asleep.

[...]

I woke up to Emily and the smell of coffee. She was still wearing my shirt. Which I didn't mind because she looked very hot in it.

Emily was over by my collage of pictures, but she was adding a new picture.

"Morning Ali" she said coming over by me. She sat down by my side and grabbed the coffee and gave it to me. She placed her lips on my forehead and rubbed my head.

"Morning babe," I said while sitting up. My eyes were still adjusting but I got the chance to look at the picture she put up.

It was a picture of us.

I quickly got up and walked over by the picture. I pulled it off of the cork board and stared. In the picture my hand was on her cheek, but she was grinning as we were kissing, and her eyes were fixed on my lips. We were both in our bras but she had the white shirt on.

I felt her come behind me, she rested her chin on my shoulder and said,

"I'm so in love with that picture. Maybe I should try out this whole photography thing" as she giggled.

I turned around and pulled her hips toward mine and said,

"I'm so in love with you."