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po11yannaswife · 5 months ago

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𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ 𝑀𝑒 ˖⋆࿐໋⠀

𖹭𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝐴𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𖹭

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠; 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋. The sound of the radio rang in your ears, staring out through the window as snow poured down onto the ground, growing silently. The only light was the sun barely peeking through the windows, and the soft dim glow of the lamps that were scattered throughout the room.

Biting your lip, you knew you two couldn’t get to travelling today. It was too dangerous, with how icy the roads were, and how with the snow, you couldn’t even see a few miles ahead.

“Darling?” Carol’s voice echoed from behind you, her blonde hair in it’s usual somehow always perfect state, red lipstick painted over her lips, and one of the many outfits that you could only dream of affording. You smiled softly at her with your eyebrows raised. “I’m hoping you aren’t thinking we’re driving today, because if so, I have some bad news.”

Shaking your head, you wrapped your hands around your warm mug tighter, “Do you take me for clueless?”

Carol had faintly grinned, stepping closer towards you. Her hand had placed itself on the small of your back, taking the cup of coffee from your hand and taking a sip as you stared at her, watching as she winced. “Too sweet for me.”

“That’s because I made it to my taste,” You gently took the mug from her hands, now her gaze on you, watching as you sipped opposite to where her lipstick had been printed on the ridge of the mug. “Your coffee is on the nightstand, plain black.”

Carol raised her eyebrows, turning to see the mug, humming. Her hand landed on your shoulder, her red nails squeezing the skin and her lips pressing onto your cheek. “An angel you are.”

You hummed, leaning into the light peck she had given you before letting go, getting her coffee. “Do you know when the snow is supposed to stop?”

“They said late tonight,” You answered, eyes still fixed out the window, “We’d have to wait until the roads clear, so I’m thinking we most likely won’t even be able to leave until tomorrow afternoon, or even night.”

“..Why don’t we make the best of it, darling?”

Her words caught your attention immediately, causing you to turn around. “I’m intrigued.” Carol grinned in response, picking up the camera she had newly gifted you from the luggage.

“Maybe you can take some photographs of us outside, you know, get some practice..put the camera to good use.” The older woman suggested, her red nails lightly scratching the textured metal. She raised the camera up to you, smiling as she clicked the button to take a photo of you. “Perfect.”

“That one definitely was not.” You spoke gently to her, taking the camera from her hands and looking at it. “Get your extravagant coat on, let’s have a little fun.”

She immediately complied, turning around swiftly and taking her coat off the hanger. You got your own on, following Carol out the door.

A not-so-delightful shudder ran down your spine as you stepped outside, the cold harsh and the wind strong. Carol, being in her fur coat, wasn’t as affected as you, taking a step further into the snow with a faint smile on her lips. She faced your way to look at you, “Come on, you agreed, darling.”

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to step closer to Carol, raising the camera lens to your eye, your heart at least warming as you clicked the camera, watching in admiration as Carol spun around in the snow. The snowflakes surrounding her made her look like some sort of princess. She gazed right into the camera now, her icy eyes captured with a click, bringing the camera down from your face after probably getting a dozen photos. You took a minute to admire her, snowflakes in her golden hair, a faint blush on her cheeks from the chilling air, and her eyes, directly on you, the luckiest girl in the world.

“Staring is considered rude in most places, you know.” She teased, prying the camera from your hands. “Your turn, sweetheart, before you freeze.” She glanced around her, murmuring, “And before the other guests think we’re insane.”

Carol laughed pitifully as she watched you smile awkwardly, like a child standing for a picture on the first day of school. You were too cold, your arms wrapped around yourself and your face scrunched. “I’m freezing, Carol!”

Carol clicked the camera as you stared at her, waiting for her to end your suffering as you stood in the snow, your breath coming out in visible huffs. “Give me a little twirl, now.” She ordered softly, using her pointer finger to mimic the action.

Complying, you twirled yourself in the snow, hearing the snow crunch beneath your shoes, and hearing the faint clicking of the camera. You began to step towards her after twirling once. “Alright, I think we-”

You presumed the universe didn’t want the photoshoot to end, as you tripped over the snow and the ice below it, falling back into the snow with a yelp and a plop into it. Carol had to attempt to stifle her laugh, her hand slapping against her mouth. “Oh!”

“I swear to god!”

Carol stepped over to you quickly, camera still in hand. “Are you alright?” Her voice was deep, but you could tell she was trying her best not to smile or laugh at the event. You couldn’t lie, a giggle slipped from your lips. She didn’t hesitate to lift the camera up once she saw you were okay, snapping a picture of you, laying in the snow pathetically with a grim expression. “Come on, sweet thing.”

As her hand reached out, you could hear another click, your eyes rolling. “I’m not in my best state right now, these pictures are going to come out horrible.” She pulled you up, wrapping her hand around your shoulders and held you close. “That had to have been utterly unattractive, falling on my arse in the snow.”

Carol gave herself the permission to laugh now, opening the door to your room while pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Oh, shush, you.”

You sighed happily at the warmer space, putting your wet coat on a hanger and hoping it’d dry up by the next morning. Nonetheless, you were still soaked, sighing deeply in frustration at the feeling of the damp clothes on your body. “I’m going to-” Carol cut you off when she heard your tone, coming from behind.

“None of that,” She cooed, her body facing you now as she took charge of getting you put together again. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned the buttons to your blouse, the tips of her fingers grazing the exposed skin as she got lower and lower. “You get frustrated so easily, sweetheart.”

Only being able to hum, your breathing quickened on it’s own as she unbuttoned the last one, and her eyes skimmed your torso, taking her time to land right back on your eyes. You could see her hesitation as her nimble fingers traced back up your stomach, running over the lace of your bra, and up to your shoulders, hesitating to push off the fabric covering your torso.

Your shaky hands reached up to hers, gently guiding the blouse off your shoulders with her hands, giving her silent permission with a glint of desire in your eyes, matching hers.

“Beautiful,” The older woman mumbled before tracing her cold hands up your neck, and to your cheeks, holding your face as she pressed her lips to yours, gently kissing you as she lead you to the bed behind you both, your knees buckling as the bed came into contact with the backs of your legs. Carol had pushed you further onto the bed so your head was propped onto the pillows as she hovered herself over you, reattaching her lips to your own. The kiss was more passionate now, her tongue swiping your bottom lip for permission. You parted your lips immediately, your hand resting on her cheek as your breathing sped up, feeling her hand begin to unzip your skirt.

Carol’s hand slipped under your body, pushing your body up slightly so she could slip the skirt off effortlessly. She could’ve asked you to simply lift your hips, but to stop kissing you was a harder task, at the moment. You were addictive, a drug to her that was worth the risk of being caught. The way you breathed heavily against her and your hands roamed her hair and face, the way her name fell softly from your swollen lips, like a gentle prayer.

She began to kiss your jawline softly before trailing down to your neck, leaving hot opened mouth kisses as her red nails scraped softly against the skin, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Her hand moved lower, and lower down your body, smirking slightly as she felt your legs part more so for her touch.

The woman retreated slightly to move her blonde hair out of the way, gazing at you adoringly as her fingers traced over the lace of your underwear, watching you as she began to gently slide the fabric down your legs, her other hand still roaming your body, mostly your cheeks and collarbones.

No words needed to be exchanged as she heard you whimper softly for her touch, and Carol was not one to reject your silent pleads. Her fingertips finally touched your bundle of nerves, moving further down to collect your wetness and moving back up, circling around it once more.

Carol saw as your eyes went half lidded and your breathing quickened, a soft moan eliciting from you. You closed your eyes, pulling her head forward to you and she didn’t hesitate to continue her soft kisses to your skin, her teeth grazing certain spots that made you gasp for her.

“Oh, Carol..” She sighed heavily against your skin in response, quickening her circles around your clit. Her mouth lightly latched around your tit and your back arched as you grasped tightly onto the pillow behind your head.

Carol cooed your soft moans, hoping no other guests would hear them, no matter how sweet and heavenly they were to her ears. She kissed your lips, “I know it feels good, sweetheart,” She kissed the corner of your mouth, her circles tighter now, and a burning sensation collecting between your thighs. You couldn’t help the slip of a more so high pitched moan escaping, which landed to Carol’s hand gently placing itself over your mouth, “Shh, I know, darling, I know. You’re doing so good.” Her eyes watched as your own gazed back at her, hazed with need and desperation for her. She was all that you had wanted, needed. You couldn’t help but always feel a flutter in your chest when you gazed at her, she was so…words couldn’t explain how beautiful Carol was. Especially when she was on top of you, whispering delicate words of praises that made you melt. “That’s a good girl, just keep looking at me.” Her hand tightened ever so slightly over your mouth, her voice low and gravelly.

When you began to flutter your eyes shut when your legs shook, Carol tutted, “No, no,” She slowed down her movements, “Look at me, please. Keep those pretty eyes open for me.”

You complied, opening your eyes up again, in which she quickened her movements once more. She felt as you whined against her hand, your breathing ultimately ragged and your hips starting to move against her hand. You threaded your fingers through her soft hair, your head tilting at her look.

She leaned down to rest her head against yours, and your sounds became more frequent as you were on the edge of finishing for her. She moved her lips to your ear, gently nipping on the skin before whispering ever so seductively, “Let go for me, angel.”

As if your body listened to her every word, your back arched into her as your release washed over you. Her hand let go of your mouth and instantly replaced it with her own, kissing you passionately through your high. Your fingers tightened around her hair as she fell onto her side, swallowing every whimper and moan that came from you.

Carol’s hand grazed back up your body, retreating from your lips just for a moment, putting her fingers delicately against your lips, almost like an offering that you didn’t have to take. Yet, you did, with hazy eyes and a lazy movement, your mouth wrapped around her slender fingers, sucking your mess off of them while she looked at you, with such adoration and need, your heart panged. You licked one last stripe in between the two fingers, and she gently pulled the digits out of your mouth.

She slowly tucked a hair behind your ear, taking note of your flushed cheeks and trembling figure. “My angel.”

“All yours.” You breathed lightly, nuzzling into her hand as she stroked your cheekbone with her thumb. Carol gave a small smile, her red lipstick had almost stayed on perfectly, which had slightly shocked you, even though it was printed all over your neck.

Pressing a long kiss to your lips, Carol brought the blanket around your figure, protecting you from any cold that was to hit you in a few moments.

Carol paused and looked at the camera that was set on the dresser, looking back at you with a slightly mischievous look in her icy eyes. You knew what she was referring to almost instantly, biting your lip and gently nodding when she raised an eyebrow. “Photograph me.”

She elegantly stepped up from the bed, pulling the camera into her hands and getting the camera ready. She raised the camera up to her eye, smirking as you gazed right into the lens. Your were supporting yourself with your elbows, your hair messy and her lipstick all over your neck, your almost bare chest visible. All she knew was that, when the picture was processed, she was keeping it for herself.

Carol put the camera back down on the nightstand, wrapping her arms back around you. And shutting her eyes for a few moments.

Lost in thought, you could feel an odd pit in your stomach, almost a dread or a paranoia that caused an unbearable and incurable nausea. You watched as Carol laid back next to you, studying her blue eyes and perfect features. Was this really all worth it?

One look at Carol Aird was all you needed to know.

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