[font "Courier" [b They] were in love. Perfect for each other. Meant to be.
Everyone would say so.
[b She] wanted more. A commitment. Marriage.
[b He] came from a broken home. Marriage didn't mean anything to him. It scared him.
The ultimatum was given.
Years later, [b she] is getting married... But not to [b him].
Her new fiancé has taken it upon himself to hire the photographer for their special day. For the whole process.
[b He] has taken a new photography job. [b He] doesn't usually do weddings, but this one pays well, and business has been slow.
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[center [font "Bookman" The energy between them was powerful. She followed his direction and walked over to the window. Pulling the curtain, she leaned over on the window sill and looked out. She listened to the sound of the camera, a smile growing on her lips.
He was enjoying this… a little too much. She could tell and maybe— no she really shouldn’t have been enjoying it as well, but she was. Mar looked over her shoulder, feeling his hand against her arm.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]] “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Her words came out softer than intended. Her eyes drifted from his down to his lips. This was bad, terribly bad. It was only the second day she’d been around him and she already couldn’t control herself around him.
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/YGwjVY3.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" Okay, she was [i not] allowed to touch him like that. His whole body shivered subtly, and goosebumps broke out over his arms when her hand touched his chest. He looked down at her hand as she took it away, and then back to up to her while she put her arms behind her back.
That was a position she was familiar with in more... intimate situations, and she [i knew] it. His face heated brightly and he cleared his throat a bit when words proved difficult. [b [#1b1c4a "... By the window."]] he murmured, trying his best to ignore the lace, and the things said lace did to him.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/BnDZbry.jpg]] [b [#1b1c4a "Pull the curtain, just a bit, and lean on the window sill, looking out of it."]] he instructed, lifting the camera when she did just that, and snapping a picture. He moved then to put his hand on her arm, moving it a little bit and trying to ignore the electricity he felt when he touched her.
[center [font "Bookman"
His fingers were electric, causing her heart to race. Her blood rushed to her face. He always had this affect on her body. And being this close with his hands brushing down her back… Mar looked over her shoulder. His eyes were on her skin. Not that she needed to look back to know.
The dress fell to her feet and she turned stepping out of it. The tension in the air made it harder for her to breathe or maybe it was the close proximity they were in. Just inches away. Her hand slid up, over his chest. Her eyes simply staring at him.
She could only wonder if he knew how much she wanted him to have her right then. But, they couldn’t have each other. Her hand dropped from his chest and she gave him an apologetic smile. [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]]
Taking a step back, Mar placed her hands behind her back. “So, photos… where would you like me to go?” She questioned trying to ignore her own hormones.
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/YGwjVY3.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" The second she took his hand, his heart started racing. Thoughts of their first time together immediately flooded his head. Unzipping her dress, kissing her neck from behind, the way she felt pressed into him... He did his best to quell the thoughts, but they weren't going away.
Especially not when she say him down on the bed, and he griped his camera with both hands while she started to slide the straps of her dress off. His heart was relentless, and he had to swallow hard, unable to take his eyes off of her. His mouth ran dry, and he lipped the strap of the camera off of his neck, snapping a quick picture of just how perfect she looked like that.
[b [#1b1c4a "... right."]] he murmured, his whole body heating at the sight of just her shoulders exposed to him. He could already tell there was something [i good] under that dress, and he wanted more.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/BnDZbry.jpg]] Spencer shifted and stood, coming up behind her then, and reaching for the zip of the dress. [b [#1b1c4a "Let me help."]] His voice was a bit lower, soft, as his fingers brushed her skin on the way down when he pulled her zipper down. He caught sight of dark blue lace, and he had to be careful not to let his breath shake.
[center [font "Bookman" It was like he was undressing her, but he wasn’t. Spencer was judging her appearance and somehow that felt a lot worse because he knew her. He knew this wasn’t her. She hated these clothes and she hated what she had under it, but it was what Malikai wanted.
Right, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. But that didn’t make this any less awkward. Then again, she always felt a little shy when it came to Spencer.
“You just want to see me take them off.” Mar shook her head with a chuckle, she was joking, but the blush on his face let her know he was still a little uncomfortable. [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]]
Marisol stood, she leaned down and took his hand, standing him up and pulling him along with her. “Don’t worry Spence. He told me about them just before you got here.”
She led him inside, up the flight of stairs, and into the bedroom. Closing the door behind them, Marisol brought him to the bed and pushed him down gently. Her hands shook as she slid the straps of the dress down. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before right?” She kept her eyes on him.
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/YGwjVY3.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" Spencer was starting to wonder if he was going to get [i any] pictures of this guy at this point. He chuckled dryly as she told him and pushed a hand through his hair before looking over at her with a small smile.
[b [#1b1c4a "That sounds really nice, Mar."]] And really, really dumb. He shouldn't be reliving the old days with the love of his life just a little before their wedding. He stood up, studying the outfit she had put on with a curious expression. It [i definitely] wasn't her. He could count the number of times he had seen her in heels on one hand.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/BnDZbry.jpg]] With Kai gone, there was no need to take the domestic shots, and that left him with one job left. The one he had been dreading. [b [#1b1c4a "Malikai asked me to take some... Intimate photos."]] He explained, his face heating a little. [b [#1b1c4a "At leash it's nothing I haven't seen before. Bedroom?"]]
[center [font "Bookman" Marisol looked back at him before she walked inside. She smiled softly. Glued to his camera, just not as bad as she was to her books. They all passionate about the things they did. It was why even with Kai, she always let Malikai go. She admired his passion for his work, his determination. But, she did miss the times before, when they weren’t living together. Back when he was still taking his time to be around her... before everything happened so quickly.
Marisol strolled upstairs and changed into something more suitable that Kai would have liked. A simple black dress with black pumps. She headed back downstairs. A pair of arms wrapped around her as she reached the sliding door back to the pool area. "You gotta shake yourself out of this funk." Kia's voice mumbled against her shoulder. "It'll all be worth it, I promise."
Nodding, she looked to her side and gave Kai a small smile. He, in turn, leaned forward placing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry I have to leave again. ”
Gentle kisses... Malikai always gave her them, hardly any feeling unless they were having sex. “It’s ok Kai.” She spoke in a soft voice.
“I trust he knows what he’s doing. I’ll be back later tonight.” He kissed her shoulder before leaving once again. [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]]
And just like that it was Spencer and Mar once more. She stepped out and looked over to him. Spencer on the other hand, had always made her heart flutter with each kiss. Though, she really shouldn't have been thinking about that.
Marisol stepped out onto the patio and walked over to him. “I hope you're ok with it being just the two of us again.” She gave him a small smile and sat down beside him. “Maybe after all the pictures...we can eat some cereal from the box... like old times? If you’d like...”
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/YGwjVY3.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" Through the entire time he spoke, Spencer was getting more and more skeptical of this guy. He didn't seem like her type at all, nor was he taking care of her properly. Whenever Mar would get lost in a book at his table, he would always kiss her as a distraction and take the book. [i [#1b1c4a The world of medical information can wait until you've taken care of yourself first.]]
And then he was gone again. Seems like she had to deal with that a lot. It made him frown, and he captured a picture of her with her feet in the pool, just before she turned to speak to him. [b [#1b1c4a "Yeah, I know."]] He didn't have to, but he was a fucking masochist it seemed.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/BnDZbry.jpg]] He held out a hand to help her stand up, so she could go change, and took a seat in one of the chairs by the pool while he waited for Mari or Kai to come back. He took the opportunity to look over the pictures he had already taken and sighed softly. What the fuck was he even doing?
[center [font "Bookman" It was Malikai who have Spencer all the information. How Kai would start the morning with a kiss to her head, waking her. They’d head downstairs and eat breakfast together across from one another. How Marisol would bring her books and study at times, sometimes so focused she’d barely touch her plate. On the days neither of them were working they’d lounge at the poolside or read, him in an chair and her spread out on the floor.
There wasn’t much time lately that they spent together, now that they lived with one another. Most of the good times they’d spent were before the engagement, before she moved in. The so called honeymoon phase and now... it was just the settling. Living with what she chose. Marisol slipped from Malikai’s side and sat down at the edge of the pool sipping her feet in as the water rippled.
“She’s just a little stressed with the wedding and all.” [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]]
If it were merely just that. “Maybe its best if I change and put something else on, more suitable for photos.”
“Yes of course.”Malikai smiled, though soon turned at the sound of the door.
“I hate to intrude, but you have a phone call sir. It was quite urgent.”
Malikai nodded and looked to Marisol. He stepped closer to her and leaned down to kiss her lips, but she turned and he caught her cheek instead. “I will be back soon.” He have her a soft smile before retreating into the house.
“You really don’t have to do this Spence.”
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/YGwjVY3.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" [i Tell us what to do.]
Don't get married.
Spencer put a stop to that thought the second it hit him. He uncapped the camera and snapped a candid while they spoke, humming thoughtfully. He wanted to do a good job for her. Not them. Mostly just her. He definitely knew how to be a professional and not a bitter, selfish man.
[b [#1b1c4a "Okay. Well, to give me a better idea of what suits you best, run me through a day in the life of the Soon-To-Be Newlyweds. What do you do when you spend the day together?"]]
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/BnDZbry.jpg]] Did he wake her with a kiss? Did he sit her in his lap for breakfast and kiss her neck, au with her hair, wrap his arm around her waist? Did they ever sit on the floor and eat cereal right from the box and watch old cartoons? What made him, made their relationship, so special? Why a man named [i Malikai] that didn't seem to know her at all?
[center [font "Bookman" “Us at home.” Kai simply stated.
Mar knew what Spence was thinking. None of this was right and it was true. This was not Marisol’s [i natural habitat] at all. But she did live there, whether she liked it or not. Even the silk robe was too much for her, but he refused to see her in simple top and leggings or just her regular underwear. Everything for Malikai had to be fancy.
And she could always be herself with- “Kai, we should eat him decide how and where to take photos of us. He is the photographer. He knows what he’s doing.” She gave the man a soft smile.
Kai nodded in agreement. “You take the lead then.”
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]] This was going to be odd for her. Having her past take photos of her current life… he’d know how much she’d let things slide… how she didn’t fight for the simple things she wanted. But to her… it didn’t matter because it wasn’t worth fighting about. Marisol looked over to Spencer giving him an apologetic look. “Tell us what to do.”
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/YGwjVY3.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" Well fuck his [i entire] life. The last thing that Spencer needed was to ne asked to do a... [i special] photoshoot with Marisol. It wasn't like he could exactly deny him. He had it listed in his services on his page, and denying it would have just raised questions about the nature of his relationship with Marisol. It was a double edged sword.
He'd always loved looking at her, but seeing her like that again, knowing well that he wasn't allowed to touch her when she looked like that... It was probably going to kill him inside. He got up that morning, dealt with his... [i issues] after dreaming of Marisol for the fourth night in a row, and got up to put on coffee and shower to get rid of the back pain yet again. It was definitely routine now.
He dressed, and spent a good ten minutes staring into the mirror. What the fuck was he even doing with his life? Realistically speaking he didn't [i need] this money. He was always good about saving. He was positive he still had enough money for the deposit on the bigger apartment he and Marisol had been talking about, but... Maybe he was some kind of masochist.
He left the house and grabbed the bus downtown, camera in tow and when he arrived, he immediately hated the place. It was too big, entirely too big, and it was so fucking lavish that his housekeeper called him [i Master Kai]. Despite himself, he put on a smile when Malikai addressed him, and followed behind them to the poolside. Of fucking course his apartment had a pool.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/BnDZbry.jpg]] The show of his arm around her made Spencer's fingertips tingle again, but he did his best to ignore it, giving a look to the two of them curiously. He was dressed in a suit, and she was... in a robe. Anyone could see how mismatched they were, and it was almost laughable. [b [#1b1c4a "This is your natural habitat then? What exactly does [i that] mean?"]] He was genuinely curious. How was some poolside a [i natural habitat]? It seemed more like a flaunt of wealth.
[center [font "Bookman" And that was that… Mar settled into the cab, sinking into the leather. Her eyes looked out the window and her head turned, watching Spencer, until he was no longer in sight. Sadness washed over her, a sense of loneliness loomed over head. Did their session had to end so soon?
Upon reaching the house, reality kicked in hard. Guilt churned in her stomach. She stepped into the house, greeted by silence. Kai wasn’t home. And even if he was, his arms wouldn’t warm her. Mar headed up the steps to her room and laid down, Spencer’s scent lingering on her- no, on his jacket that she managed to take with him by mistake.
She laid there in silence moments upon moments running through her mind. Memories she had constantly pushed aside flooded causing tears to run down her face. Spencer was fine without her and she… she was still trying to move on.
Mar didn’t notice when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up to a pair of lips pressed against her head. “Wake up, Marisol.”
Kai’s arms pulled her gently into a seating position before he slipped the jacket and Spencer’s scent off of her. Too tired to protest, she allowed Kai to undress her and replace her clothes with sleep attire. “I’ll make today up to you in the morning.” Were the last words she heard as she drifted back to sleep.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]] Days had passed, but his face was still etched in Mar’s head. Her eyes danced over the same line and her fork tapped against the untouched plate beside her.
“Marisol, you haven’t touch your food. Is something the matter?” Kai’s voice was gentle.
She shook her head. “I just can’t wrap my head around studying… There’s just a lot going on.”
“With the wedding, I know. But I promise, it’ll all be worth it.” He reached over, taking her hand as he leaned over the table and brought it to his lips.
Would it? Because at this point she was tempted to retract her yes. It had only been three days since she saw Spencer and she ached to see him again, even for just a moment. And even if it wasn’t Spence, she would have remembered him. Another photographer would have just reminded her of Spence and how he photographed her.
“These four months will pass by soon enough.”
Four… four months. He wasn’t helping her by any means. If Kai had it his way, they would have been married when he asked her, but he knew she wanted to wait. Mainly because in her heart she still remembered why she said yes to dating him in the first place.
“I saw the photos the photographer took, they were lovely. I actually called him over to take some photos of us here before I have to go… I even asked for him to stay a while after I leave to get some… extra [I special] shots of you.”
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/2xm0X1y.jpg]] Mar’s eyes widened though, the doorbell caught her attention. She listened as the footsteps grew closer. Her eyes drifted to the older woman. “Mr. Shipley is her, Master Kai.”
“Thank you, Ms. Lucas.” Kai spoke. He stood, beckoning Spencer over. “Come let us all head outside to the poolside.”
Mar pushed herself up from the chair, hugging the silk robe closer to her body. Kai was at her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. His reminder that she was his.
"I thought us in our natural habitat would be wonderful on display." Kai smiled as he led the photographer outside.
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/YGwjVY3.jpg]] [center [font "Times New Roman" [#1b1c4a [b "Oh, you're just going to have to trust me."]] He teased back, sticking his hands in his pockets as he lead her down the path some more toward the pond.
It wasn't too long after that they had finished the shoot, and he was left standing in front of her, waiting for the cab she had called to take her home. [#1b1c4a [b "So, you can text me when you know what the next session is going to be. Malikai has my number."]] he offered, pulling the cab door open for her.
When she pulled away, he looked down at his hands to realize he was... Trembling. It was so fucking hard to breathe now, and he had to take a second, eyes closed, to ground himself before he could even move again. She had... Moved on. She was happy. She seemed happy, anyhow. Happy, without him. He wished he knew how to be happy without her.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/BnDZbry.jpg]] Spencer made it home and hopped in the shower when the anxiety attack hit him. He felt numb, and his fingers and face were tingling. His brain just... Stopped. And he felt a tightening in his chest. When he could finally pry himself out from under the water, he curled up in bed on his side, taking one of his anti-anxiety pills and waiting for it to kick in. He didn't remember falling asleep... But he dreamt about her.
[center [font "Bookman" Mar found herself smiling at his words. Catching the small blush of his cheeks, Mar looked away from him. She still found him to be just as handsome as she did they day she first laid eyes on him. She chuckled softly, knowing it was true. He would have thanked her for it…
Marisol nodded at his next words. The pond was also a great place for pictures. And Spencer knew what he was doing. He always placed her in different spots and poses to make her doing the simplest thing seem far more beautiful than it actually was.
Her eyes shifted to his hand then back up to the small, sad smile on his lips. She felt her heart nearly ripped in two. Mar slid her fingers over his hand, holding on as she got up on her feet. She stepped back, inching away from him. [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/7W0AY7C.jpg]]
Tucking a strand behind her ear, Mar nodded. “Are you going to give me any clues of these ideas you have or keep me in the dark?” She teased just a bit.
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