I'll tell you something, I am a wolf but I like to wear sheep's clothing

[gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com]

*Rose isn't the kind of person to make a daily schedule, but if she were, hers today would've included things like 9:00: get film developed, 1:30: shoe shopping, 8:30: photograph nude Death Eater and worm self into his confidence. It was, currently, 8:25, and Rose was ready. 

The photo shoot with Mulciber was, she still felt, probably the stupidest thing she'd ever agreed to do, and yet here she was. She thought she owed Sirius a kick to the balls for this, but none the less she was making herself a gin and tonic, camera sitting on the counter, living room ready to go as a background. The lighting was already set up, it'd just need to be adjusted once he was here; all there was left to do was wait. And hope he didn't figure out her game and blast her head off.

She definitely owed Sirius a kick in the balls. Yeah.*

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[gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com]

*She twitches a smile and doesn't bother being subtle when she looks him over again. Still fit, then. That's something. She takes a stiff drink and lights a cigarette, answering around it.*

I think you'll take any excuse to whip it out, if you think you're getting laid. But that's just me.

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

You say that with such indifference.

*His smile is as sly as ever, but hints of genuine excitement and thrill manage to make their way to the surface.

Mulciber unbuttons his trousers and quickly kicks them off, now standing proudly in her flat wearing nothing but pants.*

I'm hurt.

[gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com]

I'm a professional. Not a sixteen-year-old.

*Unlike last time. A little calmer now that she feels she's got the upper hand - and he's stopped insulting her work - she loops the camera strap around her neck and nods to the window. She intentionally doesn't give instructions regarding the pants - it's more interesting to see what he'll do.*

On the sill, please?

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

Right. Well...

*Whatever lingering bits of shame are gone when Mulciber pulls his pants off. He's smug now, arms folded across his chest as he walks backwards towards the window sill.*

I'm sure I'm made for the camera.

[gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com]

*Oooh, and doesn't he just think he's the cock of the walk. Like she's never seen a dick before. Still, she hides her irritation well - the idea is to get him on the ropes, not to snipe at him all night.*

I'm sure. Go on, hop up. I want a look at the light first.

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

*He follows her instructions and is silent for several moments before deciding it was safe to take the piss some more.*

Let me guess, you'll save a few of these photographs for your own personal use.