When She Comes

Chapter 51 - Extraordinary, Part 1

"You doin ok?" A hopeful Prince asked Sabine cautiously observing her digest the photoshoot set.

Hushedly she staggered out, "Ye- yeah...."

Eyeing her from time to time Prince made last minute preparations noticing Sabine averted her eyes from the ebony wings splayed on the floor until she had no other choice but to face them.

Afshin set up his laptop behind a half wall, giving Sabine the presence privacy she needed, where he would speedily swap those black wings for white.

Aligning the ladder perfectly for Prince, Afshin announced, "I'm ready when the two of you are." Hurriedly he scrambled behind the wall waiting for Prince to give the green light.

All that was left was to pose Sabine.

"C'mere baby...you ready?" His words were like warm honey, soothing and therapeutic.

Gently Prince untied her robe allowing the expensive cotton and modal to graze over her shoulders, slink down and catch at her elbows and waist.

"This won't take long." He promised, kissing her shoulder, easing down to the floor with her. "Scooch up a bit between the wings." Guiding Sabine to outstretch her body in between the curvaceous arches.

On his knees he hovered with handfuls of feathers, Prince kissed her breasts before scattering feathers strategically to conceal her areas that required more modesty.

Heavily around her body he sprinkled more feathers like she was his canvas. Tenderly lifting her head, he made a pillow of them and then collected her pretty hair arranging her waves in an outward halo.

Indeed he was pleased. This outlay was more artistic than any song he wrote. A few minor adjustments to the feathers hiding Sabine's assets, he wanted to be sure to reveal just enough fittingly exposing her siren qualities.

Prince uttered his pleasure, "Ugh honey...it's absolutely sick how beautiful this cover is gonna be...now don't move."

Pausing for just a moment, Prince took her in. He loved to look at her, talk to her, wonder about her. Now he wanted everyone to feast their eyes on her...see how bright she shines, her infinite courage and sweet soul.

That's what he wanted to capture in these photographs, her true elements.

Up the ladder, step by step he made his way. With a click, the shutter spastically launched taking multiple shots of her. "You correcting that wing color Afshin?"

"Sure am."

"Baby...tip your chin up just a titch." Sabine followed Prince's guidance and readjusted careful not to shift the feathers.

While she was undoubtedly gorgeous, something was still amiss. He wanted her more exposed somehow. Maybe it was the demi-seconde ballet position of her arms that was off, not open enough. Stepping down the ladder quickly Sabine cautioned him, "Be careful."

Before she knew it he was above her making a request. "Would you mind if I reposition your arms above your head?" Surely that would open her body up he thought.

Almost sleepily she lifted her arms allowing Prince to align her as he wished. His fingers slid along the underside of her arms noticing how much more exquisite and sensitive that fragile underbelly of her skin felt. It sent shivers in the both of them.

Gingerly crossing her wrists above her head he admired how much more vulnerable this portrayed her, angelic-like.

"You're perfect." He whispered upside down on her lips, helplessly caving to his want offering her an exceptional kiss in which his top lip kissed and softly sucked her bottom consuming every last bit of gloss.