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WC: 1722 CW: Sexual situations, drug and alcohol mention- but to everyone's shock and horror I've kept the explicit stuff off screen.
Satisfaction.
Crosshair basked in it. Chest heaving as he breathed against the skin pressed against him.
He cracked an eye, looking at the weight that rested against his shoulder. Her face was hidden by the curtain of white hair, most of it. Her ear was visible, a tiny gold stud in the skin flushed pink from exertion.
Crosshair moved his hands from where they cupped her ass, stroking up her smooth back before wrapping about her, pulling her even tighter to him.
The windows were opaque with fog, hiding the dingy parking lot from view and diffusing the harsh led street lamps into a soft glow.
It's not what he would've imagined but it was perfect.
“Tahny?”
“Mm”
“Just checking…”
“Checking what?”
“That you were real,”
She snorted,
“Sap.”
But she righted herself, pulling him into another heated kiss that threatened to start the whole ordeal over again.
A sharp rap on the window startled them from their fervor. A frantic scramble and Tahny was on the passengers side, wrapping her coat around her nudity as he tried to hurriedly yank his jeans back up his waist.
There was another tap on the glass and Crosshair swore under his breath, double checked Tahny was covered up before cracking the window.
“Yeah?”
It was a security guard.
“This is a private lot, you kids are gonna have to take this party elsewhere.”
“Ah, sorry. Yeah, we'll leave.”
He rolled the window back up, the hum loud in the hush of the car's cabin. A beat or two, and he let out his breath in a relieved chuckle, rubbing his face with both hands.
“At least he waited till the car stopped rocking,”
At that he laughed a bit louder.
“Fuck, we should get out of here… still want those tacos?”
She perked up at that,
“Yes, please… I'm starved.”
He turned the key so that the engine rolled over and started. Reaching down, he untangled Tahny's sweater dress from the pedals and handed it back to her. He'd have to find his own shirt later.
The car whined in the cold as he maneuvered it out of the lot, the security guard waiting patiently to close the fence gate behind them.
“Where's your place at? The taco place is this way.”
“Same direction. I'm in the industrial sector.”
Crosshair raised a brow at that, glancing over at the small girl.
“Is that… safe?”
“I'm in the gentrified part of town,”
She smiled softly at him, reassuringly but it didn't help. He wasn't too familiar with that part of downtown and wasn't sure how honest she was being.
They turned into a dilapidated lot, cracked with weeds peaking from the new sheet of frozen white adding a layer of beauty to everything. The stand was an old food truck that was no longer mobile, the sagging tires merely decorative ambiance to the surrounding picnic tables. A couple of teens were unloading a few heating poles from the back of a van, setting them up to heat the pavilion.
“I can't believe I've missed this place,”
Tahny was staring hungrily at the menu board, though there was no way she could see it from here.
“Not a surprise, it's the kind of place your eyes will gloss right over if you're not looking for it.”
“How'd you find it?”
“I have keen eyes,”
Her eyes flicked to him a moment, the debate to say something snarky obviously in her expression till she settled on a shrug.
“Come on then, show me what this place is about.”
He parked near the tables, grabbing his sweater and coat from the backseat where they had been discarded. Crosshair could feel Tanya’s eyes on him as his head disappeared into his shirt, tucking away his slim chest. He swore she made a small noise that sounded like disappointment.
They paced to the truck slowly, Tanya casually hooking her pinky in his as their arms swung beside them. Despite the hour, there were a few groups gathered around the tables. One lively bunch cheered as the heat fixture was plugged into a generator and started blasting the area with warmth.
Tahny watched the groups intently, taking interest in what was on the tables and the type of crowd the place brought in.
“They have beer! We should grab a few,”
“Ah, I shouldn't, I have to drive,”
“Let's get it to go then,”
“They're better fresh, and the beers are a little overpriced anyways,”
“O c’mon! You can literally see my house from here.”
She gestured East where the view curved downward, letting you see down to the waterfront.
“It's that squarish building there, with the big windows? Right where the street lamps become incandescent again, see it?”
The building was only a few blocks away, glowing red from the old lights. It looked like an old factory.
“And,”
She continued,
“I can pick up a six pack at that convenience store right there. You get the food, I'll get the beer and we'll eat at my place,”
She winked, letting go of his hand and rushing off before he could protest.
“Wait! What do I get you?”
Tahny turned to walk backwards, shooting him a pair of flippant finger guns,
“Whatever's the special!”
He watched as she hurried across the street to the store, her silhouette disappearing against too bright lights highlighting a familiar chain logo.
Crosshair sighed and turned back to the stand. After a moment of consideration, he forwent the special which he had tried previously and hated. Instead opting for a triple of his usual, a ten piece variety basket.
As he watched them prep the food and load it into carryout boxes, he mused that he'd have to take Tahny somewhere the food didn't come in cardboard. Soon.
“Looks good.”
His little blonde was back, carrying two bags. One with a six pack of imported ales, and the other packed with a jumble of things he couldn't make out through the plastic.
“This beer okay?”
“Yeah, that one's fine… I can probably only have one though-”
“Don't worry about it! Look, it's done.”
She gestured to the little old lady that ran the pick up window who was snapping to get his attention.
Tahny slipped slightly ahead, drawing the attention of a group of young boys. They watched her pass, then gave Crosshair a silent but enthusiastic ovation behind her back. It came complete with over dramatic fainting spells and exaggerated expressions to mimic wolf whistles.
He wasn't sure whether to be miffed or flattered, but he couldn't deny, his ego was stroked.
~~~
They pulled into the underground garage below the factory. It had apparently been converted into flats, or, so she said. The place was empty.
“Right now I'm the only one here, there's still deliberation as to whether we'll finish the rest of the flats or list them empty so that the buyer can hire their own designer, the apartments next door are next but there's ongoing negotiations to compensate the current residents, don't know what we're gonna do with the rest of The Crown district,”
The only thing that really registered to him was that she was alone here and a pang of worry shot through his middle.
“Where’s your bike?”
“I keep it at my parents, even in their neighborhood it would be stupid to habitually leave a bike like that in an unsecured garage.”
That made him feel heaps better as they gathered their bounty. She unlocked a heavy door, letting them into a short hall. It smelled of fresh paint, the mailboxes mounted inside the door looking new. Tahny bolted the door behind them, and gestured for him to follow her to the elevator at the end of the passage. It was still the industrial lift. He nervously watched as she shut the guard shutter behind them and operated the lever to bring them to the top floor. Another heavy door and they were in her flat.
The place was completely open. The clear view from the door they stood by to the back wall was only obstructed by a block in the middle of the space that made up a sleek kitchen. Nearest where Tahny leaned to unzip her boots was a floating living room; three large sofas positioned around a large, wall mounted screen. Behind that, standing paper screens partially blocked the view of a large platform bed; it backed up to one of the floor to ceiling windows that lined the East side of the room, giving it a pristine view of the water. A reading corner at the back with an iron spiral staircase leading to a loft over a bathroom. The Western wall was lined with dozens of racks of clothing.
Tahny set her bags down on the bar side of the kitchen counter. Picking up a remote and with a vague gesture soft, moody jazz started to pipe into the space from unseen speakers.
“No need to look so awed, make yourself at home.”
He started, kicking off his snow drenched shoes and padding over to her; socks making little noise on the polished concrete floor.
Tahny was busy behind the counter and as he approached he saw that she was meticulously rolling a joint.
“Tahn, I can’t-”
She made a small, girlish noise in her throat, a laugh that died early.
“Haven't you figured out that you're staying here tonight?”
Finished with her work, she reached for the take out bags he still held. He let her take them, dazed from the revelation as she unpacked the food.
“I don't have anything with me,”
“I took care of it.”
She tilted her head towards the second plastic bag she brought back from the convenience store. He pulled it towards himself with a finger, looking inside.
It held a toothbrush, a stick of deodorant, a twelve pack of rubbers, and a package of boxer briefs in his size. The distinct, brightly colored rectangle box was very visible through the translucent sack and he had a sudden realization why the teens at the taco stand may have been so enthusiastic.
“You want to stay, don't you?”
She pouted knowingly up at him,
“It's late, the dorms are far, and we have beers,”
He sat on one of the built in stools.
Guess I'm staying.
A/N: Meant to upload this yesterday but got fixated on drawing Tahny's apartment, and then my computer crashed and I had to draw it all over again and then I ran out of time cause my pizza was here.
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WC: 1424 CW: Mentions of eating disorder culture and Crosshair really trying to keep it together.
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“Hello?”
“Is this Crosshair Hoia?”
“Who's calling?”
“My name is Tella Garrino, I'm a talent scout for Churissio distribution. We shoot product catalogues for fashion brands across the Continental United States… Do you have a moment?”
~~~
Crosshair loped across the parking lot, he was already running late and the lot was almost full. It was a shit day, the clouds thick and grey not letting any of the evening sun through. A bitter wind ripped through him as he rushed to the plain looking building.
Great first impressions.
He showed his ID to the door man and he was buzzed in, directed to a floor a few levels up. The studio was already awash with lights and bustling people. He snagged a bagel at the production table, biting down on it plain as he tried to spot the shoot coordinator.
“You there, who are you supposed to be?”
“Uh… I'm the photographer,”
The slim woman scanned him up and down, taking in his somewhat ratty appearance with a tut.
“You can put your camera in the locker back there, you won't be needing it,”
She waved nonchalantly to a small row of school lockers positioned by the makeup vanities.
“Alright, people, the shutter bug finally decided to show, let's get this thing rolling in five!”
He wasn't listening anymore, his focus had shifted to the cosmetologist working on a blonde with a familiar hair cut.
“Tahny?”
She turned, to the dismay of the woman applying anti shine powder to her cheeks.
“Crosshair!”
Her tone was surprised but her shoulders relaxed in what he swore was relief. She swatted the makeup artist away and hopped out of the salon chair, throwing her arms around his middle in an unexpected hug.
“Im glad you're here,”
He swallowed hard, her body warming his winter chilled frame. She was dressed in a silk robe and his imagination went wild a moment thinking of what could be beneath it. Pantoran was a lingerie company after all.
“Haven't seen you around this past week, not even at the sketch studio…”
“Yeah, sorry, we got our finals assignment and I've been working with Kat coming up with a design I act-”
“Miss Ramos, over here please, we need to adjust the lights.”
She stepped away, squeezing his hand as she walked into the warm set lights.
Crosshair took a deep breath, and opened a few lockers looking for a free one to store his coat and camera. This was gonna be a challenge if it was… her.
He tilted his head to watch her from the corner of his eye. The robe was off and though the image was unfocused the black lace that hugged her was obvious. His throat formed a lump as he flashed back to the catalogues that showed up in the mail occasionally. How his brothers coveted those magazines through most of middle school. This wasn't a challenge, it was a problem.
Crosshair cursed under his breath as he closed the locker, wondering what was wrong with him. He liked the girl, sure, but he had seen her in less. He turned to face the room again, the black lines that wrapped around her form.
Why couldn't she just be nude?
“Alright then, time is money people let's get this show rolling!”
The overhead lights in the studio cut off, leaving the set lit up like a stage.The sole actress turned to where his form disappeared into the sudden darkness, waiting.
He was pushed to a pre-mounted camera, given a brief explanation how the model worked, then left on his own. He looked around, there were no concepts or instructions. He was meant to come up with the shots.
Looking up at Tahny, waiting expectantly, he was taken by a brief wave of panic. What was he going to do? Crosshair took inventory of the set and props that had been set up. This vignette was a mockup of a fancy living room, a chaise lounge with soft blankets, a black velvet winged back chair and vases full of red roses. He gulped.
“Tahny, to the chair please. I want you to sit with your knees together, turned slightly away,”
She obediently took a seat, assuming the demure pose.
“What should I do with my hands?”
Remembering he was photographing the product, not the girl he reassessed.
“Uh, on the arms, chest a little out so we can… so there's a full view of the bra,”
She smirked, but only for a second, shifting her body to curve more seductively.
He snapped the shot.
The crew relaxed and idled about as he directed and snapped shots. Occasionally they'd call for a time out, take Tahny back to a dressing room and send her back to set in a new outfit designed specifically to torture him.
A short break, and he breathed a little easier when the bright red teddy and thigh highs disappeared under the silk robe.
“How you holding up, tough guy?”
“Fine, but I'm starving… only snagged a bagel on the way in and it looks like the crew polished off the rest of the refreshments,”
“Yeah, they can be rude like that, I didn't get anything either before having to go into makeup.”
“That doesn't seem right, you're the star of the show,”
“Hah”
Her laugh was derisive.
“I'm the model, Cross, I’m not supposed eat,”
He raised an eyebrow,
“You don't really believe that do you?”
“Fuck no! But these people do, you can see it in their eyes.”
“Good, guess you won't be opposed to dinner after we're done here?”
Tahny stopped scanning the room and looked up at him, scanning his face.
“It'll be kind of late, and my driver doesn't like to make stops.”
“Call him off. I know an all night taco place and can take you home after,”
A short pause of consideration before-
“Okay, sounds good.”
“Ramos! Back to make-up, we're gonna do a touch up and restyle your hair for the last set!”
“Coming!”
She gave Cross a quick wink before rushing to the cosmetic chair, picking up her phone from the counter and tapping out something in messages.
They curled her hair, she changed into a frilly set lined with bows, and they were back at it.
He tried focusing on the work, the composition, the lighting. He had the eye for it, everyone said so since he was little. There was a certain reverence in using Tahny as his muse. Thinking only about the shot, not the way her throat looked as her head hung over the side of the chaise. Not her lips.
The intrusive thoughts that ate through the fixation on his craft still came and he was at times surprised at the vulgarity his brain was capable of when left unattended.
“Isn't there something more…”
The set manager made a hand motion he couldn't really decipher.
“... More classic. Old pin up stuff.”
Crosshair thought for a moment, remembering some poses that caught his eye before.
“There's something I can try,”
He approached Tahny on the set where she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Do you mind laying down for me, on your stomach?”
She raised a brow but did as requested, rolling over.
“Up on your elbows to look at the camera,”
She adjusted.
“Okay… I'm… I'm gonna touch you if that's okay.”
A small noise of acknowledgement and with that permission he tentatively reached for her ankle. Crosshair gently pushed her leg to fold on itself. He held his breath as he pinched the stocking on the back of her thigh, hooking it around the stiletto she wore. He repeated this on the other leg.
“Now stay still,”
~~~
The crew was already clearing out and he was waiting by the dressing room for Tahny to get more appropriate before leaving.
She finally emerged, a sleek black sweater dress and knee high boots. Her usually fur dropped over her arm and a string bag with the Pantora logo.
“What's in the bag?”
“Swag,”
She laughed.
“They can't distribute what was used today so I get to take it all home.”
Crosshair lunged for his imagination before it could run away with that idea, gesturing for her to go ahead of him while he held the door open.
The building was quiet, the doorman being the only person left it seemed as they exited into the parking lot, empty besides his beat up sedan.
The lot was blinding white and sparkling. It had started to snow.
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