#oh here's this insanely beautiful woman in this immaculate kitchen

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello! I enjoyed thenamesh photographer AU very much and wanted to ask you very friendly if you would continue that one?

We had the lingerie shooting so how about Thena having to shoot some aesthetic stuff because of a deal with a big brand? Gil is surely very stunned by her beauty! What if they look at the end results and Thena is amazed how good and naturally he captured her?

"Kitchen stuff, huh?"

She smiled as he walked into the 'set', lights already set up in the luxurious kitchen they were staging for the brand. "Lifestyle aesthetic, I think they're calling it."

Gil chuckled, not arguing against it at all as he set down his camera bag. "More comfortable than lingerie, at least?"

"Infinitely."

It was a nice kitchen, and Thena did seem at home in it. It was brightly lit, billowy white curtains at the windows, fine marble counters and stainless steel appliances. She looked like she fit right in, even though she once told him that the most she could use in her own kitchen was the microwave.

"What have you been doing?" she asked as he set his camera up on its tripod. She even had a mug clasped in her hands, although it was highly likely that it was empty.

"Hm, some wedding stuff, a couple clothing shoots," Gil murmured as he got his settings where he wanted them. He smiled at her; she looked gorgeous. "Hey, is this your own wardrobe?"

Thena laughed, which of course warranted snapping a picture. "Surprisingly, yes; I wore this here and they said it would be fine. I won't really be the focus of the shots anyway."

Gil cleared his throat; right, they weren't here to capture her anyway. That was something he would need to keep in mind. Otherwise he would be handing over piles and piles of proofs that were just of Thena again. Druig had given him a real earful about it come time for editing.

"Well, let's start with the ones that are with you," Gil chuckled, walking over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders. She rose into his touch and off the kitchen stool. He tilted his head faintly before looking down, "I didn't know they let models wear flat shoes."

"Sh," Thena smiled just for him, wiggling her toes in her sandals, "they told me they're looking for the barefoot kitchen type of look. I told them I'm not flexible enough to curl up in some windowsill."

"That's not true," Gil laughed it off, although he couldn't help but imagine just that. He guided her over to the window in question, "let's start with you standing, though."

"Gladly." Thena was still clasping the mug in her hands that helped with the soft summer-but-sweater-weather vibe. "I'm just glad this is a solo shoot."

Gil clicked a picture without even looking at it. Sometimes he could be very, very happy with the results of blind shooting like that. "Sick of the other models already?"

"That would not be such a statement if they were at all bearable company," Thena rolled her eyes, tugging at the loose turtleneck of her thin sweater.

Gil didn't have an argument to that either. They had been pretty insufferable when he had worked with them. And Thena had to deal with them undoubtedly more often than he did. "What did you have after the lingerie shoot?"

"The same company launched its swimwear, so we were all contracted for that."

He had seen the photos from that, actually. They didn't do Thena justice and he could tell that she was uncomfortable for them. He hadn't even looked at any of the other photos from it though.

"Then they did some other shoots while I did a few jewellery shoots," she shrugged, moving as Gil gave her tiny directions about turning slightly or angling her herself differently. "I haven't had to put up with them for a few weeks now. Although maybe I shouldn't say that."

Gil smirked, catching the photo in which her eyes found his. "Don't jinx yourself. Or you'll get stuck in an elevator or something with them."

"Please don't joke like that," she groaned, tipping her head back, although even while faking her agony she had a slight smile on her face.

Gil snapped another picture. "I mean, are they always so... "

"Unruly?" Thena raised her mug partially and then lowered it again. She was also forgetting it was completely empty.

"I was gonna say annoying." Thena burst into a full, real laugh, much to Gil's delight. Sure, they made great pictures, but she also just had a cute laugh. "But maybe unruly would be better for my career."

"I wouldn't think you would have any problems," Thena tilted her head. "Last I checked, you were so in demand I couldn't even get a request for you submitted."

"You put in a request for me?" His head shot up like a dog hearing about a walk, or a treat. Thena toyed with the ends of her hair, but he grinned. "I wish it had gone through, but I was Spain for a while for two weddings back to back. No wonder you couldn't get me."

"Indeed," Thena mumbled, a little more reticent after her accidental reveal to him.

"But hey, I'm back now," he shrugged.

"Hm," she moved from one side of the window to leaning against it directly back to front. "Do you like doing weddings?"

"Honestly," Gil set the camera on a timer and took a seat, "no."

She laughed again.

"It's long, I have to move around a lot," he grumbled, recalling the endless days in the hot Castilian sun. "Everyone's stressed, and tired, and cranky, even if they act like they aren't. And there's never enough time to set up."

Thena gave him a smile that seemed equally sympathetic and teasing, "doesn't your style need less set up than most?"

"Well, sure," he shrugged, practically pouting, "but I still have to check the lighting and choose my settings and my lens and stuff!"

"Right," she smiled and shook her head. That was a perfect one to snap.

"Anyway, we got through it, at least," he rolled his eyes. "The last one I had couldn't even save me a meal while I was shooting the reception! I had to go beg the catering guys for leftovers!"

"That does seem to be so neglectful it borders on cruel," Thena admitted, setting the mug down. "Do you have anything?"

Oh, he had gotten the money shot several minutes ago. Her smiling in the window, the sun on her shoulder, catching in her white-blonde hair. He just liked talking with her. "Yeah, I think so."

Thena abandoned the empty mug and came over to him. She wasn't that vain a creature for a model, but she did like seeing when he had something he personally quite liked. "Wow."

"It's good, right?" he smiled as she tucked herself around his shoulder to look at the picture that would probably be front and center for the store advertisements.

"I look-" she blinked, shaking her head as if in disbelief.

"Stunning," Gil supplied, and it broke whatever spell was over her, leaving some shyness in its place. He grinned, nudging her gently, "come on, you do!"

Thena cleared her throat, taking a step away from him and back under the lights, "it's a great picture, Gil."

That almost sounded like a challenge; he smirked, "there are more to come. Let's see if we can get you curled up on a windowsill."

"Oh, no, no, no," she shook her head adamantly.

"We can fake it," he suggested, but Thena stayed strong, laughing all the while. "You can sit on the table and I'll just edit you."

"I'm not sitting on the table!"

[jesbakescookies]

Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Twenty Three

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

Aria and Jeffrey pulled up to the large colonial era house with it white pillars and deep green shutters. The hedges were immaculate and the fountains lit perfectly. Aria hated it. "I hate this place." She stated as he  shifted into park and looked at her in confusion. “It's so fake.” "You didn't tell me that?" Shrugging, she tapped her fingers on the door handle and explained, "Don't get me wrong, Megan's family is... fine. They've helped me out before. It's just, everything has strings. There's always a catch, we'll help if..." pursing her lips she added, "I love them, I really do. Megan's father is brilliant and taught me quite a lot about running a business. Her mom is suffocating and domineering but she always has my best interest in mind." "Well doll, you won't be by yourself this time." He assured, leaning forward to pull her lips to his. Kissing him softly, she hummed deeply as his fingers curled into her hair and his tongue delved into mouth. A loud rap on the window had Aria yelping in fear, to find Megan laughing hysterically outside the car. "That little fucker." She growled, yanking the door open to greet her best friend. "You little fucker." Megan grinned widely and attacked her with tight arms. Aria felt her eyes burn with tears as they rocked back and forth. "Missed you." "Me too babycakes." Megan croaked, clearing her throat and pulling back to smile at her. Her fiery red hair was curled and twisted into a braid, her pale skin and freckles glowing under the street lights. "So introduce me to your boytoy or I'm gonna die."

Smirking at her, Aria turned to find Jeffrey leaning against the car, his ankles and arms crossed casually. He had a easy grin on his face, his hooded eyes watching the two women with affection. "Megan this is my boyfriend Jeff, Jeff this is my best friend Megan." Aria introduced formally with an eyeroll. Megan squealed and asked, "Is it weird if I hug your boyfriend?" "Yes." Aria replied as he rasped, "No." Glaring at him, Aria threatened, "You better not have a thing for redheads." Barking out a laugh, he straightened up and opened his arms to hug Megan. Smirking at Aria as Megan bounced on her toes ecstatically, Jeffrey mouthed, "I love you." Aria's chest thudded loudly as her cheeks warmed under his heavy eyes. Biting her lip, she ached to get him back to the room to relax. "I'm so glad you could make it." Megan chatted as they walked up the cobblestone driveway. "My mom seriously didn't believe me when I told her. She said, “Megan  enough with your fairytales. What man would be interested in a woman who likes standing in front of an oven all day drying out her pores?" "Jesus fucking Christ." Jeffrey scoffed loudly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm going to get a little salty if she says shit like that in front of me." "Don't worry about it. She is going to be on her best behavior because you're here. It's perfect." Aria rolled her eyes and replied, "I'll be fine, both of you. Stop being so protective." "It's because we love you dummy." Megan replied with a smile. "You're so damn tiny, someone's gotta make sure you don't get stepped on." "You stupid twat. I hate you, you know?" Aria growled, her lips twitching as Megan chuckled. Jeffrey watched as they jabbed at each other with snotty words until they reached the door. It reminded him of his relationship with Norman.  "Alright, are you both ready to get drunk and pretend to care about the new golf course development and how it's making them all rich?" "Please god." Aria muttered, clutching onto Jeffrey's arm. "Save me."

Jeffrey watched Aria from the other side of the room, the petite woman laughing with her best friend. He was head over heels, he knew it and sitting in a room full of people only clarified it because Jeffrey could only see her. There could be a house fire and he wouldn't notice. Aria was wearing a deep blue, form fitting dress with little lace accents and high heels that highlighted her curvy, sexy legs. She was all he could see and think of, as people spoke to him. Megan's mother was very excited to have a “movie star” at her home, the woman insisting on giving him a tour. Aria rolled her eyes and strolled along as the woman showed off her house and grounds. Jeffrey had to admit the place was nice but he could only care about what Aria had underneath the tight little dress. The last time she'd been dolled up, she'd worn the tiniest thong he'd ever seen. Biting his tongue sharply to contain a groan, his shifted in his seat.  'Fuck.' He grumbled inwardly at the visual of her bent over the dining table as he railed into her. "So, you're the guy my girl is obsessed with huh?" Megan's shaggy haired fiancé greeted with a friendly grin, jolting him out of the erotic memory. Jeffrey flashed him a smile and shrugged, "I'm not sure. Is she?" "Jesus, all I hear about is Negan this and Negan that." Randy huffed, his smile good natured. "She loves that fucking show. Don't get me wrong, I like it. But Jesus, you guys have some pretty insane fans." Laughing a little, Jeffrey looked the guy over and realized how strange it was that Megan's mother seemed okay with the idea of Megan marrying a guy who wore tennis shoes to his engagement party. 

"I know." Randy spoke, sipping his bear before flashing him a grin. "How the fuck did a lazy fuck like me get a catch like Megs?" "I was just curious how her mother reacted to your relationship." "Oh she hates me but I'm from the Fredricks clan. Old money. She knows her daughter is marrying into a family that's been here since the beginning. She's set for life.” Jeffrey shook his head and looked at Aria laughing, her eyes bright and lips curled. He couldn't help but smile when he looked at her, the sight never seemed to stop filling his chest up with something warm. "So when are you popping the question?" "What?" Jeffrey rasped hoarsely, sipping his whiskey to get rid of the frog in his throat. "Come on man, I can see it all over that handsome mug. You love her, you wanna put a ring on it." Jeffrey rubbed the back of his neck and replied, "I won't deny I've thought about it but... it's too early for that shit right?" "No man. If it's right, it's right." Randy offered his advice, "besides, I've never and I mean never seen Aria this happy before. Even when she opened her restaurant. You ask and I guarantee she'll say yes. I know things."

Aria popped one of the scallop appetizers in her mouth and hummed, her eyebrow cocked as she chewed. "Lemon grass?" "Good palate." The caterer replied with a smile, the man pushing another tray into a servers hand. "Aria, why are you hanging out in here with the staff. You belong out there with that handsome man you somehow landed." Megan's mother greeted, a glass of wine in her hand. She was a beautiful women, her red hair twisted into an elegant bun and her makeup done to perfection. The deep green dress wrapping her long, narrow frame.  "Jeff's not going anywhere and I had to compliment the chef." Rolling her eyes, the older woman hooked her arm through Aria's and stage whispered, "Sweetheart you don't leave a man like that alone. He's likely to find something shinier."

They exited the kitchen and strolled down a hallway. Aria frowned at the statement and furrowed her brow. "Don't say that, he's not like that at all."

"Honey, please I'm just trying to protect you. That man is as handsome as they come and famous, he's going to have women throwing themselves at him in droves. Let's not even talk about all the women he's going to be on screen with. Do you think all those sex scenes in films are innocent? My god Aria, get your head out of the oven and look around once in awhile. This is the real world and if you don't stake claim to that man, someone else will." Aria's teeth set into a tight sneer hidden behind her pressed lips, her eyes narrowed to slits.  "Margaret." A gruff voice spoke from the doorway leading into the library. Jeffrey sauntered forward and spoke with an edge Aria had never heard. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't insinuate that the love I have for Aria is so flippant. I understand your desire to... educate her in the ways of the world but I assure you, I am going no where." Reaching a hand out to Aria, he murmured, "Come on sweetheart, the toasts are about to start." Biting her lip, Aria took Jeffrey's large hand and left the dumbfounded woman alone. Reeling her into his side, Jeffrey pressed a kiss to the side of her head and rasped, "Don't listen to her." "You mean you won't leave me for the first woman to throw herself at you?" "Darlin' the only woman I plan to leave with, is you and its on a plane to a beach, so I can lather up your delicious tits with sun tan lotion." Laughing quietly, she tucked her face into his chest and inhaled his delicious scent, a mixture of expensive cologne and manly musk. "I can't wait." "We could leave right now." He suggested, his voice turning seductive. "Just tell Megan and Randy congrats, see you soon and head to the airport. I'll have my assistant fix the tickets." "Jeff." She sighed, her eyebrow cocked, "I can’t ditch out, we leave in the morning." Stopping just outside the doorway, they kept out of sight for a moment. 

"I know, I know." He huffed, his eyes scanning the room to see Megan's mother speaking to a group of women. "I don't like her."

Laughing, Aria replied, "I could tell."

"She's full of shit. Those scenes aren't real. I'm not fucking anyone."

"I know."

"And I don't want to fuck anyone else." "I know." "And there isn't anyone else that's staking a claim, I'm already spoken for." "I know Jeff." Aria assured with a tiny grin. "I don't doubt your devotion." "I am devoted to you." He murmured, kissing the side of her neck. "You're the love of my life." Tingles broke out as they always did when Jeffrey was wooing her with his silver tongue. Heat crawled up her round cheeks and her lips parted, as she panted shallowly. "It's true." He added when she looked up at him with hesitant eyes. "You are." Reaching up, Aria cupped his strong jaw and kissed him firmly and deeply. His recently shaved face felt foreign under her palm. She enjoyed the smooth, soft skin around his mouth and showed him as much by suck and nipping him. Jeffrey's hand landed on her neck, his thumb brushing along the underside of her jaw and chin. "You're the sweetest man I've known and I love you." She panted against his lips as he pulled back a fraction. "You're my one and only." Smirking down at her, Jeffrey tucked her hair behind her ear. "Good. I don't share." The tapping of a wine glass brought everyone's attention to the staircase where Megan and Randy stood with their parents. "We wanted to thank you all for coming." Megan's father spoke, his salt and pepper hair styled as well as his wife's. "It's been a long time coming." A few laughs escaped and Randy rolled his eyes at the statement. Aria watched Megan elbow him and whisper some kind of threat. "We weren't sure Randy would ever make an honest woman of our little Megs." "Dad." Megan growled, her mouth scowled. "Okay, okay. Moving on." Her father chuckled, pulling Megan into his side. "We've thought of Randy as our son for quite awhile now and we will be proud to be able to call him one officially." There were a few more congratulations speeches and it wasn't until Megan's mother called Aria up to them that she realized she was suddenly expected to talk. Her eyes widened at Megan who mouthed, "I'm sorry." Scowling at her without the others seeing, she mouthed, "you're dead." Clearing her throat, Aria smiled nervously. "Well, I guess I'm talking." A few laughed while Jeffrey grinned and gave her a wink to which she rolled her eyes to.  "I've known Megan for fifteen years now. I was living in France, working in a bakery that made her favorite macarons. She was there for school and she was demanding and bossy and I hated her." Snorting, Aria linked her arm through Megan's and pulled her close. "I told her as much and she told me I would be prettier if I actually smiled and wore a little lipstick. We've been friends ever since. When she started dating Randy I thought, “what the hell is she thinking?”

Laughing, Aria smirked at Randy who scoffed and crossed his arms with a pout. "But after spending time with them I realized they were kind of like two sides of the same coin. They seem like opposites but they even each other out. I'm so happy for them and I'm happy Randy finally asked her because she's been planning their wedding since their third date and frankly I'm tired of hearing about it." The room burst into laughter and Megan playfully smacked her, pulling her in for a tight hug. Turning she gave Randy a hug and murmured, "welcome to the family." Returning to Jeffrey's side, he pulled her under his arm and kissed her temple. "Good job sweetheart." "If you say so." "I do and I'm always right." "Oh yeah?" "Oh fucking yeah."

Find Chapter Twenty Four here!!

http://jesbakescookies.tumblr.com/post/163561655896/too-hot-to-handle-chapter-twenty-four

*Ps. I picture Megan and Randy as Karen and Foggy from Daredevil. :) 

I started posting this fic over on AO3 also. I will probably post in both places since I’m still figuring out AO3 formatting etc.

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