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TradeChat Will Play	By : sojothepale Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know TradeChat, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Sparse amounts of cumulo-coverage littered the sky, giving way to a more than generous beam of warmth. Carefully crafted breezes swirled in and around corners, navigating cool serenity amidst a torrent of heat. Soft blades of grass danced around each peaceful current – though for many, they needn't the wind to worry about. Tychus, Danielle's Terrier was making the rounds while Trent sat and watched; His stomach was upset, evidenced by the innocent patches of grass which now hung out of his mouth.
"Blech..." It wasn't that I hadn't seen a dog eat grass before, but he coughed a bit of it up in the process of woofing it down. It was just...a lot.
"You haven't even seen me yet!" Danielle cried, shutting a door behind her.
I turned around, caught off guard by TradeChat's alarmingly chipper pitch. "No, I was talk..." I couldn't finish my train of thought...not with her wearing so short of a skirt. Considering how often she chatted up her beanpole figure, it caught me off guard when her thighs were just a bit bigger than I had anticipated. Those things were hiding under her leggings the whole time? An anomaly.
"Then...what?" She rested a hand against the side of her house, checking her teeth through her phone's reflection.
I sat in place, fumbling around with a camera she had handed me earlier. The words just weren't there. I expected this situation to be weird, what with asking me to snap a few pictures of some outfits she put together – I mean, I knew she did videos for this in the past, but being the photographer just struck me as weirder through execution. Either way, I couldn't just let silence hang. "Oh, uh...Tychus was eating grass. So, he might be sick or somethin'." I pointed, vaguely.
"Tychuuus, gross." She slurred through both disappointment and sympathy, just laying her phone on a nearby table. "Guess I'll have sick to clean up later!"
I shouldn't have been so reactionary for something so common, but it happened. "That must be brand new, yeah?" I wanted to change the subject because my eyes needed an excuse to continue staring.
"The skirt? I think the shirt's new, too, but I can't remember." She glanced downward, folding material for both the shirt and the skirt around. A red and black theme.
Considering how high her Converses ran, I was almost forced to appreciate her thighs and nothing else. "Ohh...okay."
"Oh, and don't forget..." She closed the distance between us, reaching toward me. "Don't put your fingers...over the lens." Her eyes became full.
She was an artist with how she made certain features pop. Her eyes just jumped out at me, and I only caught them in view for a second. "Nooo problem." Of course I wouldn't, I'd feel terrible if I robbed the world of her beauty.
"Ready?" She couldn't help but squint. Her pale complexion definitely meant she didn't see much sun, but that only made her color palette stand out even more.
"Sure. So, do I just take pictures until I run out or...?" I stood, leering over her by a few inches.
"I'm just gonna do poses until I feel like stopping." Her words morphed into laughter as she walked further out into her back yard.
"Hm..." Stray streaks of sunlight crept onto her person as she turned around. Even the most muted of colors in her green eyes bounced back to me with such severity that I momentarily froze in place. Even after adjusting my fixation, her luminescent thighs clamored for attention until they got what they wanted.
"Duuude. Sun's not gonna be out forever." Danielle beckoned, flailing her arms overhead.
Her words had a way of snapping me back into reality. "Right!" I carefully stepped around Tychus, who now took refuge in the shade from the slightly overbearing sun. Finally, focusing my attention on the lens gave her overall look far more clarity than before. "...A...mazing..."
"Huh?" Something wrong?" She chirped.
"No, no. The resolution on this thing is wild." I had finally managed to find the zoom function, though I resisted the urge to fish-eye her thighs to make them even bigger. "Alright. Start posing and I'll start snapping." That sounded far more professional in my head, but out loud it just sounded creepy.
"Righto, boyo!" She immediately melted into a menagerie of dorky gestures interspersed with typical modeling stances.
I immediately noticed as she slightly lifted up her skirt, denying a proper view of anything more. I wasn't sure of how much control I had regarding this mock-photoshoot but I thought it was worth a try. "How about a spin move?" I twirled my finger around. "It looks like the skirt has a neat design wrapping around itself."
She began to comply, but raised an eyebrow. "If you're gonna do that, we can take videos later. A picture would just be blurry."
Fair point. "Yeah, that's fair enough. Just keep doin' your thing." I felt like an actual photographer, like someone in a movie that just yelled out random poses that the model would comply to. Didn't have to make sense, as long as it was tasteful...it would be followed to a T.
"I can't think of any other poses for this one. D'you know how to turn on the video?" She raised a hand and made a pinching motion.
Given her action, I could only assume it was as simple as pressing a button – and so it was. "Yeah! They made it idiot-proof."
A short cackle later and she began twirling around like a Disney princess. "I get dizzy really easily, so this better look good!"
"If worse comes to worse, we can use slow-mo." Halfway through sputtering that out, I noticed she was wearing shorts underneath her skirt. They were incredibly short, so I got a decent amount of the footage I wanted...but still.
"Look at you thinking like a video person...thing." Her voice grew louder as she broke from her position. Now walking right beside me on a b-line back to her house.
"Aw, we done already?" I morosed.
"I don't wanna use up all the space on the SD card for that outfit alone. I have more. I can't blame you for getting click-happy, but we gotta spread the love." Her voice trailed as she stepped inside.
Different outfits? I felt as though I was being treated to a fashion show at this point. This was a weird situation, as it would be the first of these shoots that Niko would have to enjoy at the same time as everyone else. My daydream skidded off the road as Tychus began wimpering, with the door shut behind Danielle, he couldn't gain entry inside. "Welp..." I coughed, lurching over to the doorhandle – which I twisted open to reveal more of Daniele than I expected to see.
"Whoa, whoa! Trent! No shirt!" A flurry of pale swarmed the door, wavering arms and all.
"No, no! Tychus wanted inside! Just letting him inside!" I protested, er-half protested. Holding the camera away from the door in case she slammed it.
"Were you taking pictures!? You werrrre!" Her green eyes barely glinted in the half-dark kitchen, whereas her red bra stood out like a sore thumb...and the ample breasts they contained did the same.
"I wasn't!" I ferociously shook my head, unable to hide a smirk she could barely make out.
"Then why are you smiling!?" TradeChat's voice echoed frustration.
"Because you aren't wearing a shirt!" I couldn't help myself, my heartbeat now meeting Danielle's intensity.
She couldn't help but laugh in response, then appropriating the door in the opposite direction I expected as it flung toward her. Her skirt was laid out on the dinner table, leaving her in the black shorts I could barely identify earlier. "That's it!"
I didn't expect her to lunge at me, but it appeared as though she intended to forcefully retrieve the camera. I took a step back, then realized she only weighed ten pounds – if soaking wet, even. Then deciding to stand my ground, braced myself for the impact parallel to an old man easing into a bath; I wasn't ready.
"Give it!" She screamed, plunging forward.
My leg got caught up on the lentil, snagging any momentum I would've had otherwise. We both curled around the frame and plummeted to the ground. She lay on top of me amidst a sea of screams and horrors.
"Oh god, I'm sorry!" The words almost left her on impact, like a deflating balloon.
Her head lay just below mine. Our heartbeats almost synced up perfectly, resonating a playfully awkward symphony through each of our bodies. I wanted to say 'it's okay', I wanted to help her off of me and rest her over to the side...but that same feeling I had before started to take over. A million different scenarios ran through my mind...and I just had to pick what I thought was the safest risk.
"Did...did you just kiss my forehead?" Her eyes shot straight forward, while her mouth hung agape. She lay there stupefied with the sensation of needles prickling every inch of her body. Her voice was raspy, giving the impression that her mouth was slowly drying.
I could only look back confused, unsure of where to take the conversation or how I would even explain it. "Y...yeah." My heart wrenched with every syllable, blood pumping as fast as it could. My body wanted me to run a marathon at that point, but I could only lay in place. I didn't want to go anywhere. "I'm sorry, I ju-" I couldn't finish.
Danielle crawled up to me, attaching her lips to mine as though I was drowning. She barely held the kiss for more than a few seconds, clearly still shaken. "Oh, wow..."
I mouthed the same words as she broke from the kiss, our eyes navigating each other's as though we were trying to uncover each other's deepest darkest secrets. My confounded expression slowly morphed into a smile, with hers beginning to mirror my own. The situation was perfect.
"Oh..." She jumped up from me, nearly falling in the process as she returned inside.
I did my best to block reality, but slowly reality faded back to me...slowly I realized her phone was ringing. I remain laying down, listening as clearly as I possibly could to determine who was on the other end. It was Niko.
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