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The camera is nice. Leighton gave it to her on her birthday after figuring out about her amateur photography hobby. It’s an old model, black and a little bulky with a vintage feel that Alicia was immediately drawn to, but the specs are all current and it’s become something of a constant companion on her adventures — if you can call them that — around Vermont with her girlfriend.
It’s been great, really, to capture the moments of their relationship with it. After the freakout in the hotel over a handbag, the breakup, the cold shoulder, the tears and hours spent talking, the reconciliation, and the admittedly quite spectacular makeup sex, Alicia had conceded to keeping their relationship a low profile online as long as Leighton promised she’d be more chill about them being able to be public on campus. The camera meant she had physical reminders of the two of them beyond the walls of her apartment, the little printouts bringing her small amounts of joy throughout the day when she saw them taped up against her mirror as she did her hair or when she thumbed through her wallet for cash at Sips between her lectures.
Though, she did have a thought about the camera… particularly a specific way it could be used.
Alicia gasps as Leighton bites, hard, at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The hand tangled in her girlfriend’s blonde hair tightens as she arches, feeling her coherent thoughts disappearing like grains of sand through cupped hands. If she wants to get her idea out, she needs to do it before Leighton takes her bra off, because she definitely won’t be able to focus then. She reluctantly pulls back and slips out of Leighton’s lap, stepping a few feet away and breathing heavily as Leighton stares at her in confusion.
“Baby?” she asks as her lips form a pout that makes Alicia wanna toss this idea away and nibble on her bottom lip.
“I wanted to ask you something, and I can’t do it when your lips are distracting me,” Alicia laughs. When she sees Leighton’s face twist with uncertainty, she waves her hand between them. “Nothing bad! Just had a— uh— a thought of something we could… do.”
“Well, what is it?” Leighton gives her a curious look as she leans back on her hands.
Alicia almost gets distracted by the movement before shaking it off and reaching for the camera where it’s hanging from a peg in the wall. She gestures with it toward Leighton, clearing her throat. “I was thinking about all the pictures I have of you, and how much it means to me that you’re trying this whole subtly being out thing,” she starts, wrapping the strap around her hand a few times with an air of nerves before she steels herself. “And then I started thinking about how I love taking pictures of you, which spiraled a little until I was thinking about how absolutely gorgeous you are when we’re having sex, and…” she trails off, biting her lip and looking hopeful.
Leighton’s eyebrows have raised almost to her hairline as she glances between Alicia and the camera, and she can only hope that she’s put the pieces together with that smart fucking brain of hers. The pause is fraught with tension as Leighton goes on a face journey, obviously realizing and then processing the implicit request before she finally laughs and says, “Is this your way of saying you want to take nudes of me?”
“To be fair, I wasn’t expecting you to get totally naked for this, but yes, in a way,” Alicia concedes with a grin.
Leighton bites her lip, eyes burning into Alicia’s skin as she glances up and down her body, from the camera, to her face, to her hands, up her arms, and back to her face.
“You can say no,” Alicia says softly, moving back into her space. She sets the camera next to them before tucking some hair behind Leighton’s ear and smiling sweetly at her when her head tilts back and into the touch, looking up at Alicia through her lashes.
“I want to say yes,” Leighton replies finally. She must feel the way Alicia instantly relaxes because she chuckles and pushes closer, kissing her slowly as one hand comes up to cup the back of her neck.
“I sense a but coming,” Alicia whispers between kisses.
“You sense correctly.” Leighton leans back, taking a deep breath and licking her lips before saying, “Same rules go for this as the other pictures.”
Alicia nods. That had been another long conversation when Leighton had gifted her the camera. She was more than happy to have her picture taken, but they both did their best to keep anything explicitly Leighton-identifying out of them. People who knew her might know who the beautiful blonde in the polaroids was, but anyone just glancing at them would just see hands interlocked — free of rings — or a hunched woman with a messy bun, doing her math homework, or even the expanse of an unremarkable tan back taken during the sunrise golden hour after a night of leisurely sex.
“I think I can make that work.” Alicia grins and leans in to lock their lips again.
She doesn’t want to rush into her plan. She wants it to feel natural, and for both of them to be relaxed and comfortable when she starts.
The camera gets forgotten for a while. Alicia gently instructs Leighton to lay back against the pillows before straddling her and continuing their lazy making out. They’re both down to their underwear, but she’s in no hurry to keep undressing, and Leighton seems content where they are as well. It makes warmth bloom in her chest as she slowly kisses down Leighton’s neck, mindful not to bite or suck higher up, but determined to make her mark just below where Leighton can hide them. It’s part of their agreement, and she couldn’t be more pleased to have Leighton panting and arching into her mouth and teeth as she leaves a trail of bites and bruises below her collarbone and down the side of her breast.
When she pulls back and looks down, looks at her handiwork — art, in her professional opinion — she reaches for the camera, pulling the strap over her head. She catches the way Leighton’s pupils grow to swallow the last sliver of blue iris she could see in the relative darkness, only illuminated by her lamp on the dimmest setting. She lines up the camera so she’s capturing everything from the nose down: pink lips, parted around ragged breaths and swollen from nips and kisses; the sharp cut of her jawline; and the red trail of marks standing out against her pale skin in sharp relief. It’s almost perfect, and she can only think that her neck seems a little barren, so once she’s sure the flash is on…
Leighton lets out a stuttered gasp as Alicia reaches down and presses her left hand to her throat, the tips of her fingers pressing lightly against the taut muscles as she swallows.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Alicia murmurs as she lines everything up and finally takes the picture, the flash blinding for a moment before the room goes dark again.
The camera whirs mechanically before spitting out the polaroid. Alicia plucks it out and puts it on the nightstand to develop before turning back to Leighton who’s giving her a dark look, and from where she’s straddling her, she can feel the way she’s pressing her thighs together for any relief.
“Need something, baby?” Alicia teases, the hand that had been on Leighton’s neck planting beside her head while the other holds the camera out of the way as she looms, eyes glittering with amusement.
“You know what I need,” Leighton whispers.
Alicia hums and gives her a smug smirk before slinking back on the bed until she’s fitting herself between Leighton’s legs, mindful of the camera as she leans in so her breath washes over her girlfriend. “This what you need, Leight?”
“God, you’re such a fucking tease,” Leighton grumbles.
Alicia leans in to kiss the fabric right over where Leighton wants her, grinning when her hips shoot off the bed. “Woah, down girl,” she chuckles. “Are you trying to give me a concussion?”
“I’m trying to get you to take my panties off and fuck me,” Leighton replies sharply, propping herself up on her elbows to glare at Alicia between her legs. She looks very unimpressed, and it only makes Alicia laugh.
“You aren’t getting anything with that attitude.” Alicia waits for the groan of displeasure before attaching her lips to the inside of Leighton’s thigh — a place she found to be very sensitive to more than just kissing — just to cut it off with the most gorgeous whine she thinks she’s ever heard. She grazes her teeth over the skin before finally biting and sucking a mark in place, her gut burning with arousal at the way it quivers beneath her mouth.
“You must be feeling really — oh! — possessive,” Leighton gasps, her heel digging hard into Alicia’s back where she threw her leg over her shoulder. “Leaving all these hickies and — fuck — just to take pictures of them?”
“Sometimes it helps to remind me of who you belong to,” Alicia says. She starts on another hickey, using one arm to keep Leighton’s hips still when they start to tense and jerk again. “When I see guys at parties staring at you—” another mark— “and I can’t just go up to them and tell them you’re mine, can I?”
Leighton’s breathing heavily, and Alicia can see the effect her actions and words are having when she glances up to the crux of her thighs.
“Spread for me,” Alicia murmurs, tapping two fingers to her thigh as she scoots back a little further, bringing the camera up again.
She’s almost shocked — operative word being almost — by the immediate obedience as Leighton spreads her legs, hardly saying a word as she opens herself up to Alicia’s eyes, and the camera. Then, when instructed, she plants her feet and arches her back, and Alicia admires the peaks and valleys of her body as she settles a little further back and snaps a photo of the goddess laid out on her rumpled comforter.
Leighton relaxes when she hears the camera whir and eject the polaroid, lifting her head up as Alicia places it beside the other with even glancing at it to check its development. She gives her girlfriend a meaningful look and a raised eyebrow, though the commanding nature of her expression is a little diminished by the way she’s flushed all the way down her neck and clearing nearing desperation.
“You want something from me, you can use your words,” Alicia reminds as she crawls back up, one hand on the wall to balance as she hovers over Leighton. She loves seeing Leighton like this, her resolve crumbling and arousal plain on her face as she tries to come up with the right words to get what she wants.
“Fuck me,” she says, inarticulate in the best way.
“I’ll get to it,” Alicia replies, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose before smirking and whispering, “Get on your front.”
Leighton gives her a dark look before rolling over onto her front, and Alicia has to bite her tongue on a chuckle when she yelps as her hips are forcibly lifted off the mattress and into the air by Alicia. A visible shiver runs through her when Alicia scratches five red lines down her back just to see the way she trembles, the camera gripped in her other hand as she inspects the angle.
“I love having you like this,” Alicia says softly, her hips aligning with Leighton’s from behind. “If it didn’t sound so horrible leaving you like this in my bed while I got the strap-on, I think I’d take this picture with my cock in you.”
Leighton whimpers into the pillow she’s pressed into, her hips grinding back into Alicia’s as her hand teases over the dimples in her back, up the smooth plane, before finally resting between her shoulder blades, pushing her harder into the mattress.
Alicia can see that she’s dripping between her legs as the camera clicks again, the third and final picture coming out straight into her waiting hand before she sets both aside. She leans over Leighton, molding their bodies together and reaching around with her now free hand to slip between her legs, beneath her underwear, and feel the result of all of their foreplay with a smirk.
“Is this all for me?” Alicia whispers, swirling her fingers over her clit before sliding lower until two fingers are gliding inside Leighton with hardly any resistance.
“For you,” Leighton agrees breathlessly. She grinds into Alicia’s hand, breath catching when the heel of her palm presses firmly on her clit.
“You’ve been so good,” Alicia praises, watching as goosebumps erupt over her shoulders and arms. “Not even complaining about posing for me. Hardly mouthing off about having to be patient. I know that’s hard for you.” She starts thrusting and curling her fingers faster. “Such a good girl. You deserve this and more.”
Leighton moans, her thighs quivering and tensing as Alicia works her body at a feverish pace. She’s close, they can both tell, and it’s only a matter of a few more strokes before she’s falling apart with Alicia’s sweet words of praise in her ear and her fingers deep inside her, trapped as her walls flutter and she gasps and moans at the prolonged pressure on her clit.
Alicia slows down when Leighton starts shying away from her hand until she finally pulls it free from the clutch of her trembling thighs. She gently pushes her hip until she drops to her side, and then rolls onto her back, a dazed look on her face as Alicia moves to take up the space between her legs and lean over her. She glances from her still wet hand to the camera before snatching the latter. “I thought I’d be good with three, but just one more, huh, baby?”
Leighton makes a ruined noise as Alicia raises her fingers to the blonde’s mouth. She sucks them into her mouth, laving her tongue over them as the flash goes off above her.
“Good girl,” Alicia says, setting the camera aside for the final time as she leaves the last polaroid to develop before finally lowering her body so she’s laying on Leighton.
“Those pictures better be fucking great,” Leighton finally mumbles, her eyelids fluttering as Alicia kisses over one of the tender bruises on her chest.
Alicia shrugs and presses one a little harder than necessary, laughing at the hiss of pain as Leighton weakly tries to bat her hand away. “They’ll be perfect because they’re of you.”
“You’re such a fucking sap.”
“I gave you the opportunity to move on,” Alicia points out. “You’re the one who came crawling back to this sap.”
“Maybe I made the wrong choice,” Leighton teases.
Alicia’s eyes flare in challenge and she fluidly loves her body up, one hand gathering Leighton’s wrists above her head, pinning them there as she gives her what can only be described as A Look™.
“You wanna run that by me again, babe?”