Tag: Pretty graphics

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“Are you sure it’s set up right?”  Killian worried.

“I’m sure,” Emma purred into his ear, not a shred of clothing on her body as she pressed herself to his back.  She reached around his front, hooking her thumb into the waitband of his underwear and pulling it down a little, the trail of hair leading down to his cock tickling her skin.  “Don’t worry so much,” Emma chided him gently, resting her chin to his shoulder.

“I want this one to come out perfectly,” Killian told her darkly, catching her gaze before wrapping a strong arm around her thigh, holding her knee to his body and trapping her arm agaisnt his stomach.

“Why?” Emma enquired, wrapping her arm over his shoulder and clutching his chest, her nails digging into his pec the way she knew he liked.

“Because this one is for me,” Killian purred.  He gave her leg a squeeze and the flash went off, the whirr of the shutter not even over before he turned, picked her up in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist with a growl.

“Killian!” Emma shrieked, clutching his shoulders and holding herself to him so tightly her breasts flattened to his chest.  “What’s gotten into you?” She laughed playfully, her fingers carding into the hair at the back of his head.

“You,” he said with a possesive growl.  He tossed her to their bed, watching her bounce with a smirk before walking to the dresser to grab the camera and quickly returning to her side.  He already had an erection, the tent in his tight boxers making Emma’s skin hum. “Now tell me, Swan,” he droned huskily, inspecting the device and raising an eyebrow at her.  “Can this record video too?” 

Photographer!Emma and Subject!Killian Extra Scene for @cscocktoberfest

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“Emma, what the-” Killian gasped, grabbing a towel and covering himself as the flash of light went off in his face.

“Relax, Killian, I’m just taking a photo.”  Emma grinned, lowering the device, frowning as she scrolled through the last photos and shook her head in frustration.

“But I’m in the shower, love,” Killian objected again, watching her with a stunned look on his face.  He was halfway through his bathing, soaking wet and now his privacy had been invaded for what he can only assume was Emma’s little homework project for her community college course.  Apparently, she had always wanted to be a photographer.

“I know, but I have to get a shot for my photo project. Now give me a smile.”

Killian did not smile, instead giving her a sultry glare that made her core clench, even through the lens.  The towel clutched to his modesty was soaking wet now, water trickling from his elbow when he scrubbed his hand over his face.

“Or that works just as well,” Emma gulped, her voice stolen by his attractiveness.

“Well, if you are going take a photo,” Killian smirked, lifting his leg onto the small shelf in their shower cubicle and looking at her over his shoulder.  “We best make it a good one.”

Photographer!Emma and Subject!Killian 1/3 for @cscocktoberfest

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“Is this one for you too?” Killian asked softly, a chuckle falling from his lips.

Emma nodded, beaming a smile at him laced with seduction behind her beautiful green eyes.  Killian dipped his head, a slight blush on the apple of his cheeks as he licked at his bottom lips nervously.

“Well then,” he announced darkly, still wet hair flopping over his brow.  “Best we make it a good one.”

He perched himself on the edge of their window, teasing Emma with the threat of opening his towel.  He opened one side and then the other, relishing in the salacious groan that tumbled from her lips immediately after the shutter click.

“Did you get the shot?” Killian asked her gently, a coy smirk on his lips as she put her camera down on the bedside table and sauntered towards the light flooded window.

“Not convinced I care,” Emma shrugged playfully, her fingers tracing the definition of his forearms, skimming down to his hands where he clutched the towel.  She bit her bottom lip as she watched him like prey, dark eyes fixed on his as she toyed with the fluffy white towel in her hands and heard him gasp in excitement.

“When do you have class?” killian whispered, his lips almost touching hers and her entire body pressed to the dampness of his chest.  Emma’s fingers carded through his chest hair, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she looked up to him through her eyelashes and he grinned boyishly.  “Do you care?”

Emma shook her head, whipping the towel from his waist and capturing his lips for a kiss that told him exactly how much she cared.

Photographer!Emma and Subject!Killian 3/3 for @cscocktoberfest

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Emma almost dropped her camera when Killian suggested a new pose, and then proceeded to turn and face her.  

“Hows this, Swan?” Killian purred, head lowered and eyes looking up at her through a hooded stare.  He was distracting, Emma couldn’t deny that, her fingers fumbling with the button on top of her DSLR and her throat drying like she had swallowed dust.

Maybe it was the steam in the room.  Maybe it was the way he clutched his towel to cover his cock, the droplets of water running down over his body and disappearing into the fabric of the towel.

“Uh, yeah,” Emma stammered, suddenly feeling a lot hotter than when she had entered the bathroom.  “Very nice,” she muttered allowed, the blush over her cheeks covered by the device pressed to her face.

“Do you think your class will want to see me in the shower?” Killian asked her dumbly, suddenly self-conscious.  

“Oh, these are for me,” Emma smiled to herself, the click of the shutter echoing in her ears.

Photographer!Emma and Subject!Killian 2/3 for @cscocktoberfest