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[camille de vries]

Camille

While Taylor's path to fame had zigged and zagged, ending up in a completely different industry, Camille's had stayed steadfastly linear. Going from strength to strength, exclusive to cover to campaign to jet-setting to globe-trotting, bank account rolling and rolling until she no longer had regard for it. Just worked, just hustled, forcing that all to the front of her mind now as she wiped their deep friendship from the immediate. Suddenly he was the only one to fill the void, the pinpoint of her desire, spiraling down further into the couch as she tossed her head back. "I think you've figured it out," she breathes, hot and sweet, eyes opening and closing like their own snapshots. Shifting naturally around him, guiding his hands, the heat of his mouth, murmuring coaxing phrases into his ear until time is melting and she can't breathe if they aren't connected in some way. "One more look please!" A shatter of the intimacy, Cami ripping away with a gasp as she wobbled to her feat. Assessing him silently, curiously, the cock of her head heeding a dangerous smile, slim hand fanning her burning skin. "Maybe I do believe you are seducing fans, dios mío."

[taylor maitson]

TAYLOR

The Cami who's one of his oldest friends, his chosen family, slips away, a vixen with an acute awareness of her every angle taking her place. It's a marvel, really, how she can move so fluidly but with such control, every slight change of position one that gives the camera everything it wants and then some. Seeing her covers on the newsstands had given him a semi deja vu like experience, like seeing a face in a crowd you can't entirely place. They're all over each other and he forgets where they are though she doesn't, careful to tilt them in just the right way so that it seems like the camera is interrupting something. The shout that cuts across them feels like it really is interrupting something, Taylor's cheeks flushed and his lips swollen as he grins at her. "Who said they didn't seduce me?" He gets to his feet, walking with her to the side of the set, "clearly I'm very easily led."

[camille de vries]

Camille

The entirety of the shoot feels like a head rush. Cami isn’t aware what time it is, if time has even passed, lips swollen and smoothed over by eager tongues, phantom handprints skimming over her skin. It’s why the break back to reality feels so vicious, the craving for continued connection gnawing at her so vividly it almost takes her by surprise. Rarely had she disappeared so deeply, her awareness been so dimmed, knowing subconsciously she’d been performing for the camera but otherwise lost to the short circuits of their breathing, the way his touch gripped her curves. Heat flickers over Cami’s face as she reaches for Taylor’s hand to ground herself for a few extra moments, a distant smile turned on her lips before she fled back to the wardrobe tent. Hands pressed gently to her burning cheeks. "Fifty-fifty, then. Give yourself credit, I’m the one that needs a cold shower now!"