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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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“Shall I take a shower, too?” Christine offered to him.
“If you’d like,” he said with a slight shiver and that little lopsided smile still plastered on his handsome face.
They had stepped out of the room, and all the while, Alex kept her bathrobe wrapped around his body: he was still completely naked under there, and yet, he was more than willing to be photographer for her for the time being. Christine had taken off the white smock and hung it up on the hook right outside of the loft door, and then she led him down the stairs to what she soon figured out was the second floor. She tugged her top down over her belly, but his jeans created quite the prominent muffin top around her waist. Alex lingered right behind her with the camera in hand.
“I like this,” he said as he stood right next to her at the base of the stairs. She glanced down at her body.
“What, this little spillage here?” She gestured to her waist and the bit of flesh which poked out from underneath the hem of her shirt.
“Yeah, that little roll right there,” he remarked, and he ran his fingers over the taut fabric as well as that small sliver of bare skin. “You say how I look good with a few extra pounds—you kind of need it, my snow bunny.”
“You could say that I'm well-fed,” she teased him.
“Indeed, you are—you eat very well, and you look absolutely beautiful,” he told her as he took the lid off the camera lens. She felt her face warm up at the sound of that: maybe they were in fact making some ground at that point.
“You’re not going to take a picture, are you?” she scoffed. He held the camera before his face, and he crouched down for a shot of her waist and her breasts, which appeared much fuller because of her tight shirt. She heard the click of the camera shutter for a shot.
“Can I at least prepare myself first?” she insisted. She nudged her dark hair over her breasts, and she relaxed every inch of her body. Alex crouched down before her, and he had a view of that muffin top over the band of the jeans: her belly button poked out from underneath her shirt.
“All chubby and pleasingly plump,” he told her. “You’re always swooning over my body; I should treat you to the same sweetness.”
“You don’t think I'm fat?” she asked him.
“Not at all,” he assured her with a shake of his head. “If by ‘fat’, you mean ugly—no way. If that’s what you’re getting at, I'll get fat just to show you that that is most definitely not the case at all.”
He stood up and moved over to her right side, just to have some of the light through the window next to the landing: she knew the shadows over the right side of her body were rather dark and intense, in comparison to the soft shadows that crossed his nude body in the room upstairs.
“You’d do that for me?” she asked him as she held her hands to her hips.
“I’d do anything for you,” he promised her with a little raise of his eyebrows. He then returned the camera to his face for a shot of her body. “All round and thick, absolutely bursting with the fullness of life. Heavy is the head that wears the crown? Nah—heavy is the body that wears its weight in gold all too well. Gold is the hourglass that tells of our time together—the hourglass that is your body. The top of the muffin, in all its flavorful glory; the top of your muffin, with the button to seal the deal between you and me. Your body, so thick and so lush with curves—and brings a tingle to my hands.”
“That’s beautiful,” she told him; all the while, he snapped several photos of her right then and there.
“You should hear some of the things I think of while I'm on the toilet,” he said as he took a couple more. He then held the camera down to his chest. His deep eyes scanned the shape of her body, and he nibbled on his bottom lip.
“What’re you thinking about, my modern troubadour?” she asked him.
“Take off your pants,” he told her. “Well, they’re actually my pants, but—you know.”
“Take these bad boys clean off—” She unbuttoned the jeans, and she pushed them down her legs, all the way to her ankles. She kept the shirt on all the while; the pressure was off the lower half of her body, and thus, her curves were able to flow better. Alex squinted his eyes at her, and she could see that little sparkle of mischief in there, courtesy of the sunlight on the snow outside.
“Ooh, so cute!”
“In my T-shirt and panties,” she said as she ran her hands down her hips. He scuttled to her left a bit like that of a crab and she kept her hands pressed to her hips for him.
“I should hear some of the things you think of while you’re on the toilet?” she asked him with a chuckle.
“It’s true! I come up with some of the wackiest shit while I'm on the porcelain throne—standing over it, too. In fact—and you heard this from me, too—" He lowered the camera from his face, but he stayed crouched down before her; all the while, she made out the thoughtful look upon his face. “Sometimes, when I'm lying in bed awake, like early in the morning or the middle of the night or whenever, I do let my hands wander... and I think of naked people.”
She raised her eyebrows at that.
“Naked people? Like... naked girls?”
“Yes.” And the way he said that made her pause for another second longer.
“What about boys, too?” she asked him.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes. I won’t judge you.”
“I do, yes. I do think of naked people of either of the two genders. They're often fleeting thoughts, but I do think them, however.”
“Do they tickle you at all?” she asked him.
“As a matter of fact, they do,” he replied with a straight face and a running of his fingers through his inky black bangs. “My hands do wander while in junction with that.”
“You fantasize about—that sort of thing?” she asked him, taken aback.
“I do, yeah. When I was in that abusive relationship, that was pretty much all I could do was—stick my hands down my shorts, close my eyes, and think of a good time, either with another woman or a man, for that matter.” He then let out a low whistle. “Man, that feels good to say out loud.”
“It’s relieving,” she said. “If it’s any comfort to you at all, Alex, I often find myself looking at girls as well as boys.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve only told this to a couple other people, too, but my eyes have often wandered whenever I see an attractive woman around, like I'll look at her boobs, her legs, and her ass, too.”
“So, if I told you that another woman is hot, and you looked, you would agree with me?”
“Probably, yes. I would have to look, though, but yeah—if you think a chick is hot, I'll find a chick hot with you.”
He clasped a hand to his chest and tilted his head to the side.
“You know what? Just for that...”
“Hm?”
“Take your top off,” he said in a near whisper.
Christine licked her lips, and then she set her fingers on the bottom hem of the shirt. She peeled it off and tossed it to the side, so she stood there in nothing more than her underwear.
She pressed her hands to her hips and gave her hair a little toss with the flick of her head.
“There we go!” he declared, and he scuttled back towards her right again. “Yeah. Yeah, eat your heart out, Victoria’s Secret—this is the only hot babe for miles around, let me tell you.”
“Hot babe who’s overweight and has a chubby belly, cellulite, and stretch marks,” she grumbled.
“Oh, come on—you saw me, I have a mole on my neck, the grays in my hair, hair on my chest, fat knees and bony feet, and a dick that’s smoother than the dildo you were using earlier. Plus, I've got this big schnoz of a nose and horse teeth.”
“Your nose is cute, though, Alex,” she pointed out. “And you have very nice teeth, too—they look like you take good care of them.”
“What you find cute I’m hung up on,” he said to her as he took another picture of her round, curvaceous body. “And that works both ways. By the way, did you know you have a perfect hourglass?”
“I knew I have an hourglass body,” she told him. “I dunno about perfect, though.”
“It is! You have these big knockers and these full hips, and even with your belly, you’ve got that nice pivot there at the center of it all. Nice, full, round hourglass.” He waggled his eyebrows at her before he took another picture of her from the right side. “I’m a lucky man.”
“What if I put my arms up like this?” she suggested, and she picked up her hair and balled it up at the crown of her head: all the while, she lifted her arms, so the shadows moved about her body just a hair, but a hair’s breadth made all the world a difference for Alex. His face lit up, and he aimed the camera right at her chest and her full breasts.
She cocked out her hips to accentuate the shape of her body; Alex let out a low whistle as he took a few more of her from the side.
“Phew... so sexy,” he muttered. “Really, Chris—you are really sexy. I’ve never really said that to anyone before, either.”
“You?”
“Yeah. If you can believe that.”
“But... you’re a stud, Alex.”
“I may be a stud but that doesn’t mean I have the confidence to tell a woman I'm genuinely in love with her. I do believe shyness is a real thing with men, especially.”
She gaped at him, and he lowered his camera again.
“Really? You? Shy?”
He nodded his head, and that time, with a solemn look on his face. “Yeah. Chris, I'm a nerd—girls don’t talk to nerds, unless they are, too, and it’s kind of a case-by-case thing when it gets to that point, too. It's why I wound up in an abusive relationship, too: I had feelings for her because she was a nerd like me. But it was just enough, though. Over time, I realized that I wasn’t truly in love with her, it was like the feelings faded out. I thought things would be recharged after our little break, but then...”
“Shit took a turn for the worse,” she remarked, and she lowered her arms down to her sides. His face fell a bit at that. She thought of crouching down next to him for her arms around him, but he then lifted his head for another look at her.
“Take it all off,” he told her.
“You want me to be naked?” she asked him.
“Completely naked. Just like me under this here robe.”
He never took his eyes off her body as she took off the bra, followed by her panties. She slung the bra over the railing while she left her panties in place. She stood there before him, completely in the nude.
“I got a question for you,” he started again.
“What’s that?”
“Is it cold in here, or are you just happy to see me?”
She looked down at her nipples, tight and taut by the cold air in the stairwell, and then she looked back up at him with scorn. He chuckled in response to her.
“I kid, I kid—you know I like to kid.”
“What if I went like this?” She turned to the side and put her arms up over her head.
“Ooh, yeah.” He took a few shots, and then she turned around part of the way and stooped down with her hands on her knees.
“How ‘bout this?”
“That’s it. That's it, baby! Give it to me!”
She turned back around and landed onto her knees. She opened her legs and put her arms over her head to show off her body to him.
“Come on! Come on! There we go! Yeah!”
She knelt on the carpet all the way and closed her knees. She kept one arm up over the crown of her head, but she rested her right hand down on her knee to show off the back curve of her body as well as her breast from the side.
“Little red-hot mama, give me some salsa for my chips,” he blurted out, and she burst out laughing at that. He caught a shot of her laughing, the way a pin-up model would look.
She stood back to her feet and stood before him.
“A little broth for your matzo?” she asked him as she pressed her hands to her hips.
“Nah, a little bit of cheesecake for my matzo balls,” he corrected her with a straight face. He took another photo of her right as she flipped her hair to the side with the flick of her head.
“And that, as they say, was the money shot,” he declared as he set the camera down once more.
“You know, seeing as I’m naked and everything,” she started. “I kind of want a shower.”
“That can be arranged.” He flashed her another wink.
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