model behaviour

Parisian Week

Ethan gently stirred from his sleep, his eyes slowly creeping open as it became apparent to the author that it was morning. Or rather, very late morning, given that it was nearing 11am from the look of his alarm clock. Despite often being an early riser, Ethan didn’t particularly fancy getting up, given who he was sharing the bed with. Rachel’s warm naked body was snugly pressed against his own, the model peacefully resting after their eventful night. The two were in Paris on separate endeavours; she was here for fashion week whilst he was meeting with producers. They’d known they’d be here at the same time, and in the same hotel, but neither had suggested what they’d both been thinking about, well, not until they’d arrived at least.

Gentle fingertips were skilled and soft, his touch against her bare flesh evoking small goosebumps across her back. A soft hum was next to part from the model's sensitive lips, still tender and tingly from the night before. "Morning, handsome." She smiled, her body stretched out against his own, before she turned to face him. He was ridiculously beautiful, she observed, with his tanned skin and ocean blue eyes freshly renewed from sleep. Hair, stuck up in random tufts due to her tugging. Their night together was unplanned, but amid the current situation, the best ones always were. Rachel was in France to attend Paris Fashion Week and while she often found such events quite tedious, she was grateful her career allowed her the perfect cover-up time with Ethan. 

"Are you trying to imply that I’m immature? Because I thought you liked the more mature" Ethan replied, another grin forming on his lips, his fingertips slowly curling around her hips as their lips met. When she said that she’d always take care of him, Ethan didn’t say anything but from the look in his eyes, it was evident that he knew that she would, so he responded with a softer, more sensual kiss to acknowledge his understanding. "And what do you think that suggests?" he asked playfully as she slid her hand underneath his belt buckle, kissing the spot on his neck that was his weak spot. "Is that a protest?" Ethan fired back when Rachel returned, to find him laying on the bed in just his boxers.

"I wasn't implying anything, darling." She whispered in response, her lips grazing softly against his earlobe. "I adore your maturity, your experience." The model hummed against his lips, a smirk pressed into their kiss. His affectionate response was always welcomed by her, even if she enjoyed it when he was vocal, Rachel knew the author was a quiet man by nature. "I think it suggests that you planned ahead." She teased, grinning when she hit the sensitive skin on his neck. "You knew I'd come visit and that the inevitable was bound to occur." She was right, of course. Technically they were still sneaking around and this wasn't the best location, but they always found time together. It was why she was in her current position; half naked and fully aroused on his trailer bed.

"Have you ingested something, I got an inkling that you were more aroused than usual, not that I’m complaining of course, you know that I’m always up for pleasuring you in every possible way, Spears. So, I suppose the real question here is not whether these are your panties but where you’d like me to take you now?"

"You're such an ass. I haven't ingested anything that I'd consider to be abnormal, therefore no is your answer to that question. If you were complaining, I'd be seriously worried about you. Mhm, nice save, Eth. I'd just enjoy spending the day with you and your cute, professor glasses. You might even be able to teach me a trick or two."  

The First Proper Christmas | Ethan x Rachel

"You know, babe, I can’t help but think you’ve deliberately gotten me a Christmas jumper a size too small so that my torso looks better beneath it" Ethan remarked, looking over at his girlfriend who was on the other side of their bedroom. The author was currently wearing nothing except for a towel, having just gotten out of the shower. "You’re too cynical Redgrave, if I got the size wrong, it’s completely innocent" Rachel said, walking over towards him, her voice in a sing song tone and her steps deliberately slow. Ethan cocked an eyebrow, knowing exactly what she was up to. "Somehow I doubt you’re innocent, Spears, and I’ve got a pretty good feeling you’re trying to seduce me before we go to your parents" he murmured as she finally stopped in front of him. 

She talks about you like you put the stars in the sky

"Oh, I like your image very, very much, Miss Spears" he whispered in reply, the tip of his tongue coming out to graze over her fingertip when she placed it upon his lip. Ethan kissed her in return, having missed the sweet, warming feeling her kisses brought to his insides, as if they’d replaced alcohol as his main source of addiction and comfort. "Not really, you look after me so well" the author murmured playfully in reply, his hands resting contently on her hips as she kissed along his jawline and up to his earlobe. "The trailer is soundproofed, just so you’re aware" Ethan whispered, a moan catching in his throat as Rachel’s breath moved hot against his neck. 

She laughed against the unexpected arrival of his tongue, arousing a tickle against her fingertip. "You know better." Rachel smirked, before she was lost in their kiss. Her lips extra sensitive, captured delicately by his own. "I'll always take care of you." Not that validation was needed, the author already knew this to be more than true. "Soundproofed?" She asked, a brow raised in question, as her hand slid past his belt buckle and her lips kissed his neck. "Mm. I hope that suggests what I think it does." The model let out a soft moan, an obvious intent to tease, until she left him to linger on that thought. Ethan however, seemed to possess a few teasing tactics of his own, resting practically naked when Rachel returned to find him laying on the bed. "I don't recall requesting this."

"I’m sure, these are the red Victoria’s Secret ones with the little silk bows, you wore them to that awards dinner two weeks ago, and the gala the week before that. I took them off you later that evening both times, care to test any more of my knowledge about your undergarments?"

"Okay, you know what       fine, you win. I give you the satisfaction. Yes. They are my panties. I've had this crazy influx of hormones lately. I don't know why they're here or where they've come from. All I know is that whenever I'm not eating or sleeping, all I want to do is have sex with you. Which I know you're probably thinking is nothing new, but whatever. I have needs that I can't explain and they're not going to be resolved when you spend more time working on your computer or writing your notes than you do making love to me in every position possible." 

He nodded understandingly at her when she told him it was fine. While he cared about people and would give an opinion, he wasn’t one to force anything on them and he would simply show he understood their point of view. Ethan chuckled slightly, saying “Weed was probably a bad idea” and instead taking out his lighter and a cigarette from the case in his back pocket. He lit one, dragging on it as they sat. When Rachel was stern with him, telling him to forget about her ex, again he nodded understandingly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going on some revenge mission. I just want to make sure you’re okay” Ethan said. Internally, he resolved that he wouldn’t allow the scumbag to go near her again but he’d simply tell her that it’d be okay. “I’ll make sure you’re safe” he said, smiling softly, squeezing her hand, wanting to show her that he cared a great deal. 

Her history with Caleb wasn't a topic she wanted to discuss with Ethan. The author was a new source of comfort in her life, while her ex was rarely ever thought of. The weed had made her vulnerable on this occasion, affected her differently to the exhilarating cocaine high she was used to. "Enough." Rachel insisted, a small smile surfacing, as she placed her fingertip against the author's lips. "I'll be alright." She told him, her freshly manicured fingernail beginning to trace over Ethan's soft lower lip. "Weed is not my friend." The model spoke, too entranced by her actions, bright green eyes fixated on his mouth. God, she loved his lips, but deep down, she knew her behaviour was inappropriate. Ethan was with Bella, which meant his lips should be the last thing on her mind. "Your lips are the perfect shade of pink." Rachel whispered, ignoring everything her conscience told her. 

"Really? Because I’m pretty sure these panties are yours, I’ve taken them off you enough times, unless I’ve started getting fans sending me them again"

"Oh, you're pretty sure? I see how it is. And just when do you recall taking them off last, can you remember?"

"I found a pair of your panties in my book notes, was that a plot suggestion or a less than subtle hint that I should be working on you and not the book?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, babe."