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Gregory nodded and quickly dragged her to his car, trying to fix his hair.  He helped her with her bag on the way there and brought it into the back seat, meanwhile sitting her in the front before he turned and went into his seat. “Where is it you work again?” 

Red was dragged, she went with it.. HEY why did he take the bag? She pouted a bit, but got in the car, “I have to go at a studio, it’s upstairs from the antique store downtown” she answered, fastening her seatbelt, “I have to be there five minutes ago.”

Gregory sped over to the center of the city and parked at the backside of the antique store.  ”Alright, need anything else?  Want me to pick you up later?”

Red looked at him and blinked, “Can you help me in there?” she asked him all of a sudden, “It shouldn’t be hard nor take long.”
She undid her seatbelt and rotated on her seat, facing him, “Please?” she begged. 

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She snapped her eyes open. She knew where she was, she knew why she was there. What she didn’t know what was time it was. Red sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. It’s been three hours!

“Oh my god.”
“Oh my god..”
“Oh my god…” 

She stumbled to her feet and jumped over Gregory, ran down the stairs and into her work room that doubled for a dark room. She blankly looked around, the last thing she needed was to open a light and ruin her current work.

After fumbling around a little, she grabbed a preprepared bag filled with all the equipment she needed for a photoshoot. She ran back upstairs, pulling the bag behind her, “Gregory! Gregory! I need you!” she hollered as she slipped on some shoes and untied her hair to tied them again in a loose bun.

Gregory heard her urgent cries and got up in an instant, though first reaching around him to see if there was a gun handy.  It was just one of his mercenary instincts.  When he realized he was in a residence, he calmed down but his anxiousness only came up again when he felt what had been occupying the front of his pants.  And then he remembered his pre-sleep thoughts.

Doing the smartest thing he could, he reached into his trousers and pulled his hard up, securing it underneath the band of his boxerbrief.  It looked less obnoxious this way.  He heard her voice and he ran to meet her. “Red? What is it?”

Red looked at him in panic, “Can you drive me to work?” she asked him stressing out. She slung the bag on her back, it being too heavy for her… YES some things ARE too heavy for her, not that she’d openly admit it. She grabbed Greg’s arms and shook him a bit, “Please! I am so late!”

Gregory nodded and quickly dragged her to his car, trying to fix his hair.  He helped her with her bag on the way there and brought it into the back seat, meanwhile sitting her in the front before he turned and went into his seat. “Where is it you work again?” 

Red was dragged, she went with it.. HEY why did he take the bag? She pouted a bit, but got in the car, “I have to go at a studio, it’s upstairs from the antique store downtown” she answered, fastening her seatbelt, “I have to be there five minutes ago.”

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She snapped her eyes open. She knew where she was, she knew why she was there. What she didn’t know what was time it was. Red sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. It’s been three hours!

“Oh my god.”
“Oh my god..”
“Oh my god…” 

She stumbled to her feet and jumped over Gregory, ran down the stairs and into her work room that doubled for a dark room. She blankly looked around, the last thing she needed was to open a light and ruin her current work.

After fumbling around a little, she grabbed a preprepared bag filled with all the equipment she needed for a photoshoot. She ran back upstairs, pulling the bag behind her, “Gregory! Gregory! I need you!” she hollered as she slipped on some shoes and untied her hair to tied them again in a loose bun.

Gregory heard her urgent cries and got up in an instant, though first reaching around him to see if there was a gun handy.  It was just one of his mercenary instincts.  When he realized he was in a residence, he calmed down but his anxiousness only came up again when he felt what had been occupying the front of his pants.  And then he remembered his pre-sleep thoughts.

Doing the smartest thing he could, he reached into his trousers and pulled his hard up, securing it underneath the band of his boxerbrief.  It looked less obnoxious this way.  He heard her voice and he ran to meet her. “Red? What is it?”

Red looked at him in panic, “Can you drive me to work?” she asked him stressing out. She slung the bag on her back, it being too heavy for her… YES some things ARE too heavy for her, not that she’d openly admit it. She grabbed Greg’s arms and shook him a bit, “Please! I am so late!”

I am here guys D:! Anyone I play with here too?
(PS: I AM ALSO OFFICIALLY 23!! =3!)

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“That would be something that I would take a picture of” Red laughed, “It just sounds so gory, what is love.. here take a look..”

It was actually a great idea and she started imagining a bunch of different context it could be used in.. she could make a pitch and get a job with this.. lost in her thoughts, and deprived of sleep since she had been working non stop for her current client, Red slowly closed her eyes and started imagining different sets and scenario’s that soon became dreams ans she fell asleep on the kitchen floor.

Gregory watched her drift off and smiled, looking up at the ceiling  as he began to shut his eyes as well.  The front of his pants began to stir slightly at the thought of his lover, but he was too tired to do anything about it.  He didn’t even care much that he was getting aroused in the kitchen, as he began to drift off into a mercenary-filled sleep.

She snapped her eyes open. She knew where she was, she knew why she was there. What she didn’t know what was time it was. Red sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. It’s been three hours!

“Oh my god.”
“Oh my god..”
“Oh my god…” 

She stumbled to her feet and jumped over Gregory, ran down the stairs and into her work room that doubled for a dark room. She blankly looked around, the last thing she needed was to open a light and ruin her current work.

After fumbling around a little, she grabbed a preprepared bag filled with all the equipment she needed for a photoshoot. She ran back upstairs, pulling the bag behind her, “Gregory! Gregory! I need you!” she hollered as she slipped on some shoes and untied her hair to tied them again in a loose bun.

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“The French flirt so shamelessly, love.  It bothered me a little…still does, just a bit, but he knows when to stop.  And I flirt too, you know.  But with the ladies…they’re fun to watch giggle and blush.” He laughed softly, looking up at her.  ”But really, Christophe knows how to love someone.  If only you could see the way he looks at me when we’re alone…I don’t think you’d find him all that bad.”

Red rolled her eyes, “A stare doesn’t give someone depth” she replied, “He’s one dimentional, there’s nothing more to him that his ‘flirtiness’ and ‘dickiness’ so you have to explain to me, in what way is he any different than Kenny or me?”

“I honestly can’t really explain…he loves me.  That’s all there is to it.  And the fact that he loves me only makes me love him even more than I already do.  He does other things than just stare, mind you.  Way more…” he sighed and looked up. “I wish I could rip my heart out and attach it to a video projector so you could see what I see.”

“That would be something that I would take a picture of” Red laughed, “It just sounds so gory, what is love.. here take a look..”

It was actually a great idea and she started imagining a bunch of different context it could be used in.. she could make a pitch and get a job with this.. lost in her thoughts, and deprived of sleep since she had been working non stop for her current client, Red slowly closed her eyes and started imagining different sets and scenario’s that soon became dreams ans she fell asleep on the kitchen floor.

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She smiled at him, he was a good friend, it was like these past event had all disappeared.

“I just had the gross image of breathing air that he previously breathed… I don’t want to breath anywhere near him ever again.. that is just..” she fell over on the ground and pretended to choke.

“Why do you like him?” she asked, in all seriousness.

“Why, you ask?” He turned over on his front, folding his arms and resting his cheek on them so he could look at her. “he’s taken me places I never would have dreamed of being.  Shown me things I never thought were real.  Made me feel things that I never thought I could feel…but that probably sounds like faggot-talk to you.”

Red giggled and laid on her side, staring at Gregory, “It does” she commented.

“He’s such a dick though..” she added, “And when he’s not a dick he’s flirting with people.. is there really any depth to him?” she questioned. If she was going to start being close to Gregory again, she couldn’t do it if she didn’t put her hostility towards the brunette to rest.

“The French flirt so shamelessly, love.  It bothered me a little…still does, just a bit, but he knows when to stop.  And I flirt too, you know.  But with the ladies…they’re fun to watch giggle and blush.” He laughed softly, looking up at her.  ”But really, Christophe knows how to love someone.  If only you could see the way he looks at me when we’re alone…I don’t think you’d find him all that bad.”

Red rolled her eyes, “A stare doesn’t give someone depth” she replied, “He’s one dimentional, there’s nothing more to him that his ‘flirtiness’ and ‘dickiness’ so you have to explain to me, in what way is he any different than Kenny or me?”

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“You know I won’t tell anyone, Red.  You’re passionate in your job just as I am with mine.  The last thing you’d want is to be ruined…” He gave her a kind smile and laid down on the floor, looking up at her. “I suppose it won’t be as much of a present from you…consider it a present from me.  I’ll pay you too, if you like.  I mean, probably the thought of you doing this for someone like him makes your skin crawl.”

She smiled at him, he was a good friend, it was like these past event had all disappeared.

“I just had the gross image of breathing air that he previously breathed… I don’t want to breath anywhere near him ever again.. that is just..” she fell over on the ground and pretended to choke.

“Why do you like him?” she asked, in all seriousness.

“Why, you ask?” He turned over on his front, folding his arms and resting his cheek on them so he could look at her. “he’s taken me places I never would have dreamed of being.  Shown me things I never thought were real.  Made me feel things that I never thought I could feel…but that probably sounds like faggot-talk to you.”

Red giggled and laid on her side, staring at Gregory, “It does” she commented.

“He’s such a dick though..” she added, “And when he’s not a dick he’s flirting with people.. is there really any depth to him?” she questioned. If she was going to start being close to Gregory again, she couldn’t do it if she didn’t put her hostility towards the brunette to rest.

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“Don’t tell people..” Red said, “I don’t need to get turned down from jobs because of ‘moral differences.’ “

“You are asking me.. to take pictures of you, free of charge, naked, so Batman and jerk off to them when he’s far away?” she rested her head against the counter she was sitting next to.

“Why?.. I mean, I like the part where I get to see you under a different angle.. not.. ” she took in a deep breath, “I don’t mean naked, I mean.. behind the lense and vulnerable.. this is so complicated to explain, I like certain aspects yet the thought of ‘giving back to Chris’ isn’t too appealing to me, it’s not like he did anything NICE for me.”

“You know I won’t tell anyone, Red.  You’re passionate in your job just as I am with mine.  The last thing you’d want is to be ruined…” He gave her a kind smile and laid down on the floor, looking up at her. “I suppose it won’t be as much of a present from you…consider it a present from me.  I’ll pay you too, if you like.  I mean, probably the thought of you doing this for someone like him makes your skin crawl.”

She smiled at him, he was a good friend, it was like these past event had all disappeared.

“I just had the gross image of breathing air that he previously breathed… I don’t want to breath anywhere near him ever again.. that is just..” she fell over on the ground and pretended to choke.

“Why do you like him?” she asked, in all seriousness.

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“A real man can take a little pain, sweety-tits.” He grinned, getting up and walking across the kitchen to grab the milk in the fridge.  ”You need a perfect hairless man for your pictures?  I’d be willing to do porn for you so as long as you get to see how perfect my ass and balls look right now.  I didn’t even cry once.”  He sat down with the carton and poured the milk in his now empty teacup, taking gentlemanly sips.

Red peeked up at his comment, “What did you…?” she shook her head and burrow her eyebrows in confusion, “Why does..”

She decided that sinking to the ground was a better idea, “Who said I took pornographic pictures?” she finally spoke once sitting on the ground, awkwardly with her awkward height. If the word spread, her reputation was ruined. Her alias shouldn’t be discovered that easily.

“You did put that lovely calendar together for me, so I figured you came across something like that in your line of work before. You did such a good job.  Surely you’re experienced in this field.” He smirked and joined her on the ground. “And I’m sure Christophe would like a present in return…I could always model for you for free.”

“Don’t tell people..” Red said, “I don’t need to get turned down from jobs because of ‘moral differences.’ “

“You are asking me.. to take pictures of you, free of charge, naked, so Batman and jerk off to them when he’s far away?” she rested her head against the counter she was sitting next to.

“Why?.. I mean, I like the part where I get to see you under a different angle.. not.. ” she took in a deep breath, “I don’t mean naked, I mean.. behind the lense and vulnerable.. this is so complicated to explain, I like certain aspects yet the thought of ‘giving back to Chris’ isn’t too appealing to me, it’s not like he did anything NICE for me.”