(Y/N) had flown back in from New York after staying there for three weeks. During those three weeks she had shoots and interviews. She has arrived home a few hours ago and we hadn’t moved off the sofa since we stepped in the door. Her suitcase was currently my foot stool and my lap was (Y/N)’s pillow.
“I’m so glad to be back.” (Y/N) sighed, squashing her face into my t-shirt. I chuckled tiredly and ran my fingers through her hair. “I missed you so much.” She whined.
“I missed you more.” I sung back teasingly. She sighed and lifted her self off my lap, resting her head on my shoulder. “Should we unpack?” I asked her softly, really wanting her to decline.
“Would be best. Then we can just chill for the rest of the evening.” She patted my thigh before standing up. I lifted my feet off the case and she started to drag the case behind her towards our bedroom. I lethargically followed her, dragging my feet behind me.
“How were the shoots?” I asked, throwing myself onto the bed. She haltered for a second before going back to unpacking.
“Fine?” She answered cautiously. She turned back to unpacking, chucking items of clothing into a pile.
“Could I see a few pictures?” I asked her, copying her tone. She didn’t answer me. “Hey, babe?” I asked, sitting up at the end of the bed. I reached for her hips and pulled her towards me. “You okay?” I looked up at her. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Mhm.” She hummed, avoiding my question. I looked straight into her eyes and could tell she was lying. She was hiding something from me.
“What are you hiding, (Y/N)? You can show me anything.” I stated. She bit her lip anxiously before turning round to her suitcase, fishing through it until she reached an envelope.
She walked back over to me with the envelope in her hand, holding it out for me. I took it from her and opened it and pulled out the contents.
It was a bunch of pictures of (Y/N) in just a pair of shorts. I wouldn’t even call them shorts.
I scanned through several shots of her hands covering her breasts, her biting her lip seductively, her hair messy just like it was after we fucked. Oh fuck. I couldn’t take my eyes of the pictures she had given me. I could see the GQ logo in the corner and the small selfish part of me not wanting anyone to see these decided to stay quiet.
This was her job and who was I to get in the way?
“What do you think?” She asked me. I looked up and chuckled.
“You look fucking beautiful in all of them. Especially this one…” I winked as I motioned my head towards the picture of (Y/N) with only a bedsheet covering her bare body.
“I was just worried that you wouldn’t want me to have these published.”
I put the pictures to the side and pulled her close to me again, placing a kiss on her hipbone.
“Of course not, don’t be silly. Besides, they only get to see three of these and there are at least fifteen here. So, I get to keep these for my eyes only.” I winked. She smirked and my fingertips danced over the hem of her t-shirt.
“Hmm. That’s true.” She pointed out. “Also, they only see a printed version. You see the real deal.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Damn right I do.” I grabbed her waist and threw her onto the bed, my body hovering hers. She giggled loudly as I tickled her sides. “Mmm, fancy showing me the poses in real life? I don’t think the pictures are going to be enough…”