JUST US [LingOrm FF]

When we woke up that morning, both of us forgot that we had a meeting with Laurent. Lingling and I were cocooned in our little place and had sex all morning until I brought the subject of the meeting. Lingling was just calm as hell, but I was running around my room looking for clothes to wear.

"Relax, babe. Laurent would understand." Lingling had said.

"Why would he? We're late on a Monday morning about to discuss both our jobs. That is not being professional, Lingling." I told her while pulling my pants up. I was starting to get annoyed with her. She wasn't doing anything. "Please. Will you get up and put some clothes on." I pleaded. She sighed and eventually did what I asked.

When we both got dressed, Lingling zoomed towards Laurent's studio, avoiding traffic jam. Thank God Lingling was a crazy ass driver, and we were only late for fifteen minutes.

"You're late!" Laurent scolded as Lingling, and I went inside his studio. "I clearly told you to be here at exactly ten in the morning." He continued.

"Hey, hey. I have a very valid reason for being late, you know." Lingling said to him with a cheeky smile.

"And what is that?" Laurent challenged her with raised eyebrows.

"I finally got my girl." Lingling said that earned two eye rolls coming from Laurent and me. We ignored her smugness and followed Laurent into his office.

"Okay, enough of this crap. Onto business." Laurent transformed into his photographer mode. "I have a bunch of pictures to show you. But we need only three. One for each scene." He informed us. I'm so excited to see those damn pictures. I know it will be so hot to see.

Laurent invited us to go behind his table with him to see the pictures from his computer. What I saw nearly had me faint and made my knees weak. It was so God damn sexy. Lingling and her sexy eyes and pouty lips made me want to push her against the wall and ravish her with my kisses. Though all these are great photos, Laurent told us to only pick three. So, I did.

The first picture was from the first day of the photoshoot. The day I first met Lingling. The club scene. We were in the middle of the dark dancefloor with only blue and green laser lights. Our bodies were tangled with each other. My head was being pulled back by Lingling's hand in my hair, my eyes were closed, and my right leg was attached to her hip. Lingling was looking at me hungrily while gripping my ass with her other hand. It was like the pose from the dirty dancing but less choreographed.

The second picture was less steamy. We were outside under the sun, walking hand in hand on the streets. Lingling and I were looking at each other's eyes lovingly. I remembered we were fighting that day. But although we had a misunderstanding, you can see that we already had feelings for each other just by the look in our eyes. Though the smile was a fake one, it still looked real because I was with my love. But she didn't know that tiny bit just yet.

Though the first two pictures are classified individually as lust for the first one and love for the second one, the last was a combination of the two. It was my favourite out of three. The picture represents my feelings for Lingling. It was screaming 'I love you!' without the words. You can see from the picture that we were having the time of our lives in a heated moment. Lingling and I were both wearing white barely clothes. My white night dress was sliding up my thighs leaving little to my imagination. Lingling was behind me, spooning my body. I was looking at her lips while licking my own; just waiting for the right time to lean in and capture it between my lips. Her left hand was on my thigh, just below the hem of my dress. Her other arm was underneath my head, pulling me closer to her. Other than my short dress leaving little to the imagination, hers was much worse. Her thin tank top was hunched up only covering her braless breast. Her whole stomach was exposed. While this made me very angry, her lower part made me fume. Her white panties were covering nothing. It was like she was naked, only a small part of the cloth was seen. But other than that, it was all skin. But though it made me jealous for the world to see my woman like that, Lingling and I agreed that we wanted this picture in the magazine.