Tryst

Umbria II

The lighting is so gorgeous and soft, she knows they have to get up off the couch. She can't miss this golden hour, she needs a few more amazing shots, it's gilding his lily, but choice it prefered by editors. Helene is a little boneless though, still. And she doesn't really want to leave the hotel room, but he looks, better than the light really. And it's her job to capture it. Even here, lazing in a hotel room, he is a sight to behold.

He's all tan and recumbent, body stretched out. He looks easy, at ease, except his eyes. Harry's eyes are always a dare. Green lights set her to go.

"Hey, we need to get ready - I don't want to miss the light." The light was good, if the way his skin looked, bronze and shimmery, like a halo on all that was exposed, was any indication.

He cocked the book down, side eyed her, like a glare's hot cousin, "I don't want to go anywhere. I wanna read. I think this is my vacation!" And he ticked his eyebrow at her. That, that deserved a picture.

"Don't be a baby, and it's definitely a working holiday at best." His fits of pique were almost cute, because he always did what he was supposed to. She knew she just needed to arch her own brow, or remind him someone may be waiting on them, or mention Jeffrey, and Harry would haul himself up, and put on a shirt. It was a shame. She supposed his reliability was a good quality, except when it drew him away from her.

She wondered if he'd ever blown something off, to stay in, stay in bed, get back under the covers and out of their clothes.

She wondered if he would with her.

Helene wanted to ask, but that wasn't their relationship, she knew it. She'd started as a friend. Then became a friend with benefits, and that's where she felt likely to stay. Was that a zone? The 'a friend you fuck but don't love' zone.

She thought that was where Harry put her, intentionally or not, but he had broken out of that box in her head. Ripped off the handcuffs, and she was terrified, because he was more to her.

But she couldn't say it. Because he was also her boss, the best she'd ever had, and her friend, a really good one.

And her lover, it seemed, but not a love. It was a shame she had fallen. But he was such a beautiful man. She couldn't help it.

"Why don't you just take pictures here?" That broke her train of thought.

"Like this?" Her brow erased her forehead on that.

"Yeah! Why not?"

"Cuz you'll never let me post them!" She's laughing - they both know it, he's half naked, she only gets one of those a tour.

"I will, for my birthday I will!"

"Your birthday or mine?"

"Either, it's a gift anyway!"

"You're an ass!" She's laughing. She loves when he shows his cocky, it's usually during sex, but it's always sexy. She likes when it's buried under humility, but not always, not when she wants him to be buried in her.

God! Everything about him draws her in. She is fully aware she is a moth, bashing herself onto his fire, she's going to do it anyway.

Can't resist the flavor of those cherry nips and raspberry lips. It's worth it.

Helene reaches behind her for the camera. "Game on!"

"It's not a game!" He's laughing. God she hopes not.

He looks better in the view finder. She's is not sure how that is possible. He keeps reading, or pretending to, dropping the book down occasionally to his chest with a lazy fucked out smile.