K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Modeling

Poppy's P.O.V

"Would you still date me if I became a model?" I had asked her while we laid in my very girly bed which in turn always made Hartley funny to look at.

She looked up from our intertwined hands and stared into my eyes softly and she leaned in and softly kisses me causing me to take a shaky breath. The effect she has on m--

"I don't care" she interrupts my thoughts by saying and I watch as she still closes her eyes even after kissing me, she then opens them and softly smiles at me before looking back down at our hands. In that moment, I could not describe the feeling that had come over me---at that time it was unexplainable but deep down I knew what it was.

"Mhmm, but I had thought you had opinions about models? Portraying their bodie--"

"Okay, you're just making me sound like an asshole right now baby, what if this was a documentary? Like you can't be saying these things out loud" she takes a deep breath before falling back on my heaps of pillows, her hair slightly sprawling out on the sides of her gorgeous face.

"The only reason as to why I may have said those words was because--well I may have watched like a few shows that say some managers of models don't let them live their life. Like okay, you can be healthy and very beautiful but healthy is not stick and bones. You get it right?" she pauses as she turns to stare at me.

All I wear on my face though is an amused smile as I lean my chin against her shoulder before opening my mouth to speak, "you know you only ramble when you're beginning to realize that you don't make sense" I said and she looks at me for a few moments before surprising me as she turns us around with her laying on top of me.

"You're not supposed to call me out on shit" she whispers as her eyes flicker from my lips to my eyes. I lick my bottom lip softly before bringing up my right leg and dragging it along her left leg towards the backs of her strong thigh.

"I thought that is what i'm supposed to do, I mean only real ones call people our for their shit right?" I sarcastically asked her and she stared at me for a few minutes before she smiled wide and it swept me off my feet especially when she had leaned down to kiss me again.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I had heard my father call my name. I looked up from the newly made modeling portfolio they have made for me and towards him. He was looking back at me expectantly. He had probably asked me if I was serious or not about this.

I wanted to say yes, that I was very serious about this, that I wanted to start my career now. However, why couldn't I speak? What was holding me back? "Honey maybe think it over, maybe for a day or two okay?" My mother spoke up softly, and I silently nodded and made my way to stand up but something my father had said made me sit back down,

"You're strong enough to do this without her" I watched as he and my mother walked off. I kept on thinking about what he said. I knew he didn't mean it in a mean way, he loves Hartley as if shes his own but he knew that whenever I wanted to do something, I would look to Hartley before I would even do it.

I--I seeked her opinion, I needed her opinion. And maybe that was sad seeing as I was independent but--god have you ever loved someone so much that you felt like they were you and you were just their creator? I sound batshit crazy and with that thought, I cleared my throat, grabbed my phone and texted my driver to have the limo ready.

Hartley's P.O.V

It was a week after I had been released from the hospital. When I look at the green house now--it strangely doesn't make me happy. It was as if my mood was trying to tell me something. I don't know.