See You In My Dreams (Gusion x Lesley)

Chapter Eleven

The photoshoot continued. Gusion even almost had a nosebleed when he saw Lesley in a general uniform– like a real sniper. And she was wearing shorts with a pocket pistol holster wrapped around in one of her thighs.
(A/N: Lesley's General Rosa skin to be clear XD)

He even gave Claude a death glare when he whistled once he saw Lesley.

He couldn't concentrate because he was quite distracted from her sexiness–

Shit, get a grip of yourself Gusion! He scolded himself.

"Gus, you okay?" Lesley asked him worriedly because she noticed he wasn't taking photos.

Gusion cleared his throat. He could feel his cheeks warmed, "Y-yeah. I'm okay."

Fuck, I'm distracted.

It was a miracle that he still managed to take good shots of Lesley. He released a deep sigh when Lancelot said that Lesley needed to change outfit.

"Distracted?" Claude teased him.

"Shut up." He said though he could feel his cheeks warmed.

After a while, Gusion noticed that Claude's eyes widen while looking at his back.

Curious, he turned around to see what he was looking.

His jaw almost fell on the floor and his eyes widened.

What. The. Fuck.

Lesley came out wearing a black sports bra, a camouflage shorts with the pocket pistol holster still wrapped around in one of her thighs. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, she was wearing an eyewear and gloves with military shoes.

In short, she was showing too much skin and Gusion loved and disliked it at the same time.

He sprinted towards her and grabbed a coat he immediately got from one of the clothes' racks then put it on Lesley's shoulders.

"Change clothes." Gusion said in a serious manner.

"What are you doing Gusion?" Lancelot said.

"She is not wearing this. She will change clothes." He firmly said.

"What the hell? Gusion, this is for my magazine." Lancelot said, he was annoyed by Gusion's actions.

Gusion glared at him, "Let her change her clothes or we'll leave this place. I'm not letting anyone to see Lesley in this kind of outfit."

Lancelot didn't speak for a while. He also could feel Lesley tensed for she was still in his arms. The whole studio was also silent.

And in that quiet atmosphere, Lancelot bursted into laughter.

"I'm serious Lance!" Gusion shouted.

"Sorry, sorry." Lancelot said while still laughing. "Is this why you don't like my sister?"

"I don't like her from the very start because she's annoying– spoiled, stubborn– named it, you know that."

Lancelot sighed, "I know, I know. Sorry for my sister's attitude." He then smiled, "I didn't expect that I'll witness this side of you. I understand how you feel. I was- I mean, I'm still like that whenever Odette wears something daring."

"Your girlfriend is a model." Gusion pointed out.

"As much as I want to stop her modelling, I can't. It is something she loves so I'm just supporting her." Lance said while smiling, he was always like that whenever his girlfriend was the topic. He then looked at one of the stylist, "Change Lesley's clothes. You don't want to see Gusion's wrath."