Pushing play, she rested her head upon his chest and just nuzzled into him. It was strange yet amazing at the same time because he smelled so fruity yet was so warm that she couldn’t help latching on closer.
“First anniversary of many, right love?” she inquired, knowing the answer already but still wishing to hear him say it. Perhaps it stemmed from old insecurities but she knew Jack, who had stayed by her side through it all, wouldn’t be like the others.
With Katelynn cuddling him like that, her hair warm and soft and tickling slightly, Jack soon forgot about the paint. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close. As the movie began to play, he thought of this time last year; how nervous he’d been, how attracted he’d been to her even if he’d been afraid to say it. Well, he wasn’t afraid to say it anymore.
“The first of a lifetime,” he whispered back. And he reached down, brushed Katelynn’s hair aside with a gentle touch, and kissed her forehead.
“Next year I’ll make it even more special,” she promised, her mind filled with thoughts of him instead of giving the movie much attention.
Because it had definitely been a crazy year for them with everything she had done that she was sure they deserved happiness now. This year she would do things right – plan the wedding, marry the man who was cradling her in his arms and live happily ever after.
It was what Jack deserved for being so wonderful.
Tag: the day we met
The Day We Met
Moving over to the beanbag to plop herself on top of it, Katelynn giggled in polite amusement. “Love, I think if we get cleaned up we won’t really be giving the movie much attention,” she told him suggestively.
Yet she rested her hands in her lap, turning into the timid little thing she was. Jack always seemed to bring that side of her that just waited for him to jump at her and kiss her senseless.
That wasn’t quite what Jack had hoped for. The paint was sticky and a little unpleasant, now that it was drying, and he would very much have preferred to wipe it off before snuggling with his fiancee. But Katelynn seemed determined, so he came over to join her, doing his best to get comfortable in the beanbag.
“All right,” he said with a smile, curling up with her. “Let the movie magic begin.”
Pushing play, she rested her head upon his chest and just nuzzled into him. It was strange yet amazing at the same time because he smelled so fruity yet was so warm that she couldn’t help latching on closer.
“First anniversary of many, right love?” she inquired, knowing the answer already but still wishing to hear him say it. Perhaps it stemmed from old insecurities but she knew Jack, who had stayed by her side through it all, wouldn’t be like the others.
With Katelynn cuddling him like that, her hair warm and soft and tickling slightly, Jack soon forgot about the paint. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close. As the movie began to play, he thought of this time last year; how nervous he’d been, how attracted he’d been to her even if he’d been afraid to say it. Well, he wasn’t afraid to say it anymore.
“The first of a lifetime,” he whispered back. And he reached down, brushed Katelynn’s hair aside with a gentle touch, and kissed her forehead.
The Day We Met
“You have photo evidence, love – I think you can do more than remember,” she teased while her cheeks heated up, the point going right over her head as she moved toward him to give him a kiss on the cheek.
He made a soft, happy sound as she kissed him, and cupped her cheek, turning her head so that he could kiss her lips properly. “True, true. So, why don’t we get cleaned up, and then we can start the movie?”
Moving over to the beanbag to plop herself on top of it, Katelynn giggled in polite amusement. “Love, I think if we get cleaned up we won’t really be giving the movie much attention,” she told him suggestively.
Yet she rested her hands in her lap, turning into the timid little thing she was. Jack always seemed to bring that side of her that just waited for him to jump at her and kiss her senseless.
That wasn’t quite what Jack had hoped for. The paint was sticky and a little unpleasant, now that it was drying, and he would very much have preferred to wipe it off before snuggling with his fiancee. But Katelynn seemed determined, so he came over to join her, doing his best to get comfortable in the beanbag.
“All right,” he said with a smile, curling up with her. “Let the movie magic begin."
The Day We Met
Because it was Jack and no one else, Katelynn built up enough confidence to pose for him, her back on a white part of the large, white canvas. She raised her leg to rest the ball of her foot on it and raised her arms above her head to give emphasis to her small chest, hoping to make it a bit larger than it was.
“How’s this?” she teased softly, running her tongue along the bottom of her lip.
Jack felt his breath catch in his throat. “… P-perfect.”
He started taking pictures, trying not to feel like a pervert as he did. Katelynn had given him permission, hadn’t she? These were for his private enjoyment, just as the ones she’d taken of him would be for her eyes alone.
Although photography wasn’t his specialty, he still had a good eye for lighting and angles – soon, he had a nice collection of shots. “Thank you, Katelynn. I’ll remember this for a long time.”
“You have photo evidence, love – I think you can do more than remember,” she teased while her cheeks heated up, the point going right over her head as she moved toward him to give him a kiss on the cheek.
He made a soft, happy sound as she kissed him, and cupped her cheek, turning her head so that he could kiss her lips properly. “True, true. So, why don’t we get cleaned up, and then we can start the movie?"
The Day We Met
Shivering under his touch, Katelynn’s felt her breath stutter out from her lips. Oh it was tempting to just give in but the edible paints had all been a slow seduction and she wasn’t about to give in just yet.
“I-I do..but I think you also wanted to take pictures of me first?” she wondered, letting herself taste him just once more as she placed a feathery kiss to his chin.
Mm, that was a good point. Jack enjoyed the last kiss, then ran his thumb smoothly over her lips, tracing them. “I do indeed. Hold on.”
He wiped his hands clean, and picked up Katelynn’s camera. “Ready when you are, my love.”
Because it was Jack and no one else, Katelynn built up enough confidence to pose for him, her back on a white part of the large, white canvas. She raised her leg to rest the ball of her foot on it and raised her arms above her head to give emphasis to her small chest, hoping to make it a bit larger than it was.
“How’s this?” she teased softly, running her tongue along the bottom of her lip.
Jack felt his breath catch in his throat. “… P-perfect."
He started taking pictures, trying not to feel like a pervert as he did. Katelynn had given him permission, hadn’t she? These were for his private enjoyment, just as the ones she’d taken of him would be for her eyes alone.
Although photography wasn’t his specialty, he still had a good eye for lighting and angles – soon, he had a nice collection of shots. "Thank you, Katelynn. I’ll remember this for a long time."
The Day We Met
“We could but I think no matter how you pose you’d be sexy,” she said honestly, walking over to his side until she was close enough that he could feel her body heat but not touching him exactly. “And I didn’t mean looks, love, but your general aura.”
Her fingers traveled up his chest like legs walking, moving over to trace the butterfly tattoo on his chest. “Your personality really came out in the pictures I took of you that I’m sure people would look at you in a magazine and know you were a sweetheart. That’s the man I met a year ago..”
Her lips took charge of where her fingers had been, kissing the skin of his chest before leaning her chin there to smile up at him.
He shivered under her delightful attentions. His chest had always been sensitive, and her playful fingers – and lips – felt amazing. It was a good thing she had missed his nipples, or Jack wasn’t sure what he might have done.
“I-if you keep that up, honey,” he tried not to whimper, reaching down to brush her hair back, “we might end up getting even more messy, if you know what I mean. Didn’t you want to watch the movie?” Frankly, he would be happy with either option, but he wanted to play along with what Katelynn wanted.
Shivering under his touch, Katelynn’s felt her breath stutter out from her lips. Oh it was tempting to just give in but the edible paints had all been a slow seduction and she wasn’t about to give in just yet.
“I-I do..but I think you also wanted to take pictures of me first?” she wondered, letting herself taste him just once more as she placed a feathery kiss to his chin.
Mm, that was a good point. Jack enjoyed the last kiss, then ran his thumb smoothly over her lips, tracing them. “I do indeed. Hold on.”
He wiped his hands clean, and picked up Katelynn’s camera. “Ready when you are, my love.”
The Day We Met
Snapping picture after picture in every angle, Katelynn made appreciative noises in her throat at watching her fiancee pose in such a way. She loved Jack for who he was but it was something else to see him being as confident and strong as she believed him to be.
“Love, you look so good…I think you’d make a sexy model for a magazine,” she said honestly, rising from her kneeled position. “If you’d let me I bet I could show them to someone in the business and you’d become a model.”
And it was true considering she worked for Harrison’s photography department part time.
If Jack blushed any harder, he felt he might break something in his face. “Th-that’s very sweet of you, Katelynn. But I don’t think I’m really cut out for that. I’d rather be known for my paintings, not for my looks.”
Thinking about it for a moment, he added, “Maybe we could combine the two? I could pose with some of my works.” Although he didn’t say so, it would be a nice way to get some publicity, and it would be much easier on his life than touring in person.
“We could but I think no matter how you pose you’d be sexy,” she said honestly, walking over to his side until she was close enough that he could feel her body heat but not touching him exactly. “And I didn’t mean looks, love, but your general aura.”
Her fingers traveled up his chest like legs walking, moving over to trace the butterfly tattoo on his chest. “Your personality really came out in the pictures I took of you that I’m sure people would look at you in a magazine and know you were a sweetheart. That’s the man I met a year ago..”
Her lips took charge of where her fingers had been, kissing the skin of his chest before leaning her chin there to smile up at him.
He shivered under her delightful attentions. His chest had always been sensitive, and her playful fingers – and lips – felt amazing. It was a good thing she had missed his nipples, or Jack wasn’t sure what he might have done.
“I-if you keep that up, honey,” he tried not to whimper, reaching down to brush her hair back, “we might end up getting even more messy, if you know what I mean. Didn’t you want to watch the movie?” Frankly, he would be happy with either option, but he wanted to play along with what Katelynn wanted.
The Day We Met
“I’ll go ahead and get the camera,” she responded with a giggle, jogging over to where she had left her articles of clothing to keep it safe. It was very precious to her after all considering who she had received it from. “Would you like to model for me, love?”
Holding the camera up, her lips pulled into a smile as she took the first photo of his mid-section, admiring his physique through the viewfinder. How is someone so sexy with me?
At first, Jack’s instinct was to cower and try to cover himself. He was a grown man, naked except for a pair of bunched-up, paint-stained boxer shorts, being ogled by someone with a camera! But after a moment, he managed to calm himself, reminding himself that this was Katelynn, who he trusted more than anyone. And it was their anniversary.
He ought to put on a good show for her.
Smirking a little, Jack struck what he hoped was a sexy pose. He remembered the day, months ago, when Katelynn had caught him posing in front of the mirror – it had been embarrassing at the time, but now he tried to think of it as inspiration.
Snapping picture after picture in every angle, Katelynn made appreciative noises in her throat at watching her fiancee pose in such a way. She loved Jack for who he was but it was something else to see him being as confident and strong as she believed him to be.
“Love, you look so good…I think you’d make a sexy model for a magazine,” she said honestly, rising from her kneeled position. “If you’d let me I bet I could show them to someone in the business and you’d become a model.”
And it was true considering she worked for Harrison’s photography department part time.
If Jack blushed any harder, he felt he might break something in his face. “Th-that’s very sweet of you, Katelynn. But I don’t think I’m really cut out for that. I’d rather be known for my paintings, not for my looks.”
Thinking about it for a moment, he added, “Maybe we could combine the two? I could pose with some of my works.” Although he didn’t say so, it would be a nice way to get some publicity, and it would be much easier on his life than touring in person.
The Day We Met
“Y-Yes..!” she squeaked out before clearing her throat. “So we can remember today.” Though it wasn’t until she was about to go retrieve her camera that she giggled, grabbing a small amount of paint in her hand to toss it at his chest.
“Though I think these will be private pictures considering how we’re dressed!” Her smile was wide, laughter bubbling up out of her. That playful streak wouldn’t leave her alone, hoping Jack would take the hint and play with her a bit.
Who said adults couldn’t have fun?
“W-were you ever thinking they wouldn’t be private?” he chuckled nervously. “They’re our pictures. Our special ones. No one else is to look at them, ever.” Now that he’d properly emphasized it (trying to hold in his own laughter as he did), Jack relaxed. “So, will you get the camera? Or do you think we need to ‘decorate’ a bit more?”
“I’ll go ahead and get the camera,” she responded with a giggle, jogging over to where she had left her articles of clothing to keep it safe. It was very precious to her after all considering who she had received it from. “Would you like to model for me, love?”
Holding the camera up, her lips pulled into a smile as she took the first photo of his mid-section, admiring his physique through the viewfinder. How is someone so sexy with me?
At first, Jack’s instinct was to cower and try to cover himself. He was a grown man, naked except for a pair of bunched-up, paint-stained boxer shorts, being ogled by someone with a camera! But after a moment, he managed to calm himself, reminding himself that this was Katelynn, who he trusted more than anyone. And it was their anniversary.
He ought to put on a good show for her.
Smirking a little, Jack struck what he hoped was a sexy pose. He remembered the day, months ago, when Katelynn had caught him posing in front of the mirror – it had been embarrassing at the time, but now he tried to think of it as inspiration.
The Day We Met
“No more than you do,” she retorted softly, painting a heart around his face. It looked so cute on him that she held in her giggles, biting the inside of her mouth. It was rude to laugh after he had been so sweet with her and painted her butterfly in such a way.
But he just looked so darling that her eyes were beginning to water from holding it in.
“O-Oh my..” she giggled softly, still holding it in.
Even though he knew it was his beloved, and she meant no harm, Jack still felt deeply uncomfortable being laughed at. But he managed to push it away, and asked her with a smile, “I’m guessing this is something you want to take pictures of?” And I sure wouldn’t mind some photos of her like this, he thought, taking in the sight of his beautiful fiancee, wearing only her bra and panties, with her hair loose and colorful painted markings all over her body.
“Y-Yes..!” she squeaked out before clearing her throat. “So we can remember today.” Though it wasn’t until she was about to go retrieve her camera that she giggled, grabbing a small amount of paint in her hand to toss it at his chest.
“Though I think these will be private pictures considering how we’re dressed!” Her smile was wide, laughter bubbling up out of her. That playful streak wouldn’t leave her alone, hoping Jack would take the hint and play with her a bit.
Who said adults couldn’t have fun?
“W-were you ever thinking they wouldn’t be private?” he chuckled nervously. “They’re our pictures. Our special ones. No one else is to look at them, ever.” Now that he’d properly emphasized it (trying to hold in his own laughter as he did), Jack relaxed. “So, will you get the camera? Or do you think we need to ‘decorate’ a bit more?"
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