Livre: One Shots

[27] But what can I say?

"You certainly look. Happy."

"Happy?"

Taylor kept her eyes firmly on Karlie's face. The photographic Karlie, that was, rather than the Karlie next to her, buzzing with her usual energy. "In this one," she carefully pointed at the first photo, fingertip brushing the smoothness of the LCD screen, "You have a great smile. I mean as always but it's different from your traditional like model stare down face. Plus, your hair looks great, flowing behind your neck and shoulders like that."

"What about the next one?" Karlie's own eyes, a particular shade of green today, and a little amused, were darting between Taylor and the pictures on the screen. Karlie was showing her the latest pictures from her spread in the Vogue Italia set to be released in the coming months.

"Well.... Well, you're sitting down in this one," Taylor managed, aware of a prickling at the back of her neck, a warmth on her cheeks that she damn well hoped wasn't manifesting itself as a blush.

The lightest of laughs left Karlie's lips, and Taylor glanced over, watching them form into the models signature smile. It was different from the one on the screen one just for Taylor, smaller, a twitch of Karlie's eyebrow making it seem a little devious even. "I wasn't aware."

"I mean-" Taylor was definitely blushing now, she realised, which made it worse "-You look really good. Like, really good."

"Correct answer," Karlie beamed. "I'm pretty proud of my butt." Karlie tilted her head slightly, considered. "Is butt childish? I mean, I hardly know what to say– I feel as if bum, or ass, wouldn't really fit my New York dialect."

Taylor, grateful for the distraction, turned to face Karlie completely, realised she wasn't any less distracting than her photos. "You're from Missouri."

"And yet, my figure and career was forged on East Coast cameras, even before I moved there. It was true destiny," Karlie countered, not missing a beat, "But anyway, ass seems so crass, you know? And rear is too posh, even for me. Rump doesn't work either-."

"I'd hope not."

"So butt," Karlie nodded, "Butt works."

"It's cute," Taylor said, then regretted, "I mean, um," she almost stammered, growing ever more flustered as Karlie grew ever more amused, "I just remembered that time you got all anxious about different shoots years ago. I'm not judging – you know I never would – but, what's changed?"

Karlie had to think about this, furrowing her brows in concentration for a moment, reflecting. After a few seconds, she spoke, "I think I've just grown. I mean, this is a shoot where I have full control and it is a little different from being directed for each shot constantly. I really loved working with this team because they gave me an entire 2 page spread for my own vision and creativity" She nodded, affirming her own words. "Plus, the team was just really open and supportive. I usually put a robe on in the other nude shoots I've done but these shots were so quick and effortless that I practically walked around naked for like an hour around the camera."

Trying not to imagine that, and failing, Taylor returned the nod. "I'll carry that secret to my grave."

"Okay," Karlie tapped Taylor's arm with her knuckles, softly, "Now you're mocking me."

"A little," Taylor admitted, with a soft smile.

Karlie returned the smile, hand brushing down Taylor's arm. Hesitantly, she held it against Taylor's palm, before linking their fingers, squeezed lightly.

"It was a good idea, right? I mean, in a couple of months, these will be all over the internet. Vogue Italia is letting me choose which shots I want and how I want the spread to be. They are even letting me write a piece for that section which I think is so incredible and progressive. But I don't know, everyone will see that butt."

"It is a very nice butt." Taylor murmured.

"Maybe I should invite you along next time." Karlie glanced at her girlfriend. "I could see you doing that. Hair like one of the old film stars. 'Darling,' you'd say, 'Mind if I smoke? I know it's so terrible, but it takes the edge off.' Yes, you'd fit wonderfully."

"I would never smoke... Now you're the one mocking!"

"Only a bit. You would look good. You're a singer-songwriter-model.."

Taylor laughed at that. "Except I would get them to play something during the shoot. Do you have music during the shoots usually? I always need to have music going. I'd probably put on some Amy Shark. I've been really into her stuff lately."

"But only on vinyl."

"Only because they won't have a cassette player," Taylor played along, finding it easier than ever. Then, "I probably wouldn't pose for a magazine ever like that. That is only for 1 person to see."

Karlie paused. Smiled. Leant her head on Taylor's shoulder. Surprised, Taylor wrapped her free arm around Karlie.

"I was thinking of getting a tattoo," Karlie finally murmured, silence parting with her words.

"Oh yeah?" Taylor asked, ideas already forming and unspooling in her mind, picturing endless patterns across Karlie's body.

"Something simple. Maybe a small daisy, or something. I know it's typical of me, but the metaphor still stands."

"Can I give you some girlfriend advice?."

"Of course."

"I love your body the way it is. And while a daisy tattoo is a beautiful thought, I really, really like your body the way it already is.

Smiling at this, Karlie shook her head. "I was actually wanting you to do it. Like draw the daisy in your own style... if you're comfortable with that."

"Where did you want it?"

"My butt," Karlie said, a little embarrassed.

Taylor's eyebrows raised. "Um. Can I think about it for a little bit?"

"Yes." Karlie wraps her hands around Taylor and rests there before she moves her head back, but stays in the hug, looking into Taylor's hazel, at the softness of her lips, the curve of her neck. "Can I show you the reason why I wanted to get it?" She asked, moistening her own lips with the tip of her tongue.

"Of course you can," Taylor breathed.

Leaning forward, Karlie's lips met Taylor's, flesh pressing together. They tilted slightly, the feeling so new, yet so instinctive, all at once. After a moment, Karlie's lips parted, and Taylor, ever more daring, ran her tongue between them. In response, Karlie sucked upon Taylor's lower lip for a few moments, before finally breaking apart to breathe.

"I like that reason," Taylor finally said, with a smile.

"I thought you might."

"But."

"But?"

"The, the connective," Taylor clarified, "Not your rump."

"Just wanted to make sure. I feel as if you have a thing for it."

"Maybe a little," And Taylor didn't blush this time, smirked instead, "But my point is, I think you need to emphasise your reason more."

Karlie grinned.

Their lips met again, Taylor's hand gently squeezing upon the model's toned ass, and this time, they didn't break apart.

Fin.

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