As she applied the finishing touches to her makeup and adjusted her earrings, Sara spun around and sighed at her roommate. "I honestly can't believe that I let you talk me into this," she said to Katya. "What the hell was I thinking?"
Katya walked closer to her friend and wrapped her arms around Sara's neck, kissing her. First the kiss was sweet and then, it became like one of the kisses that had transformed them into a couple. A kiss of urgent passion and delicious sensuality. "You weren't thinking," Katya teased, her lovely accent still coming through despite all of Sara's tutoring. "You always tell me that when I'm around, you cannot think straight."
"You do have that affect on me," Sara whispered as their kiss ended. She looked into the pale beauty of Katya's blue eyes and knew that even when they were both old women, she would find those eyes irresistible. "Still, I'll say it again -- what was I thinking? I'm no model, I'm a photographer. I shoot the photos; I don't have my own pictures taken."
"The client asked for you," Katya told her. "Les Printemps Lingerie is a big deal and when you came to pick me up after my last shoot with them, the owner noticed you and asked me if you modeled. When I told her no, you were my primary photographer and gave her your name; she recognized you and told me that you should be in front of the camera as well. She insisted that she wanted both of us for her next campaign and darling, let's face it, we can still use the money," Katya said as she sat down and poured herself a glass of wine.
"I'm not a model, that's your department," Sara argued. Katya sipped her wine with a sigh. Despite their having been together for a lengthy period now, Katya still could not entirely convince Sara of her own spectacular beauty. The lovely brunette had captivated Katya from the start and once she discovered how beautiful Sara was on the inside, her heart was given over to the lovely young woman. Sara had given of herself freely, helping Katya learn English, helping her acquire some of her assets back after a bitter divorce and generally, just being a friend to a young immigrant who had few in her new country. Katya's ultimate goal was to become a Canadian citizen; she adored Toronto and her new country. Sara had teased if they got married, she would become a citizen immediately. Katya was taken aback and thrilled at the same time. She had not been sure up to that point if Sara's love and devotion ran that deep, now she knew that it did. Sara was still coming to terms with being in love with a woman; Katya had always been very at ease with her sexuality.
Katya told her love that she wanted to be a citizen first and not acquire it so easily, but she did tell her love that after that happened, anything at all might be in the offing. Both women had been married and burned, yet neither was at all gun-shy about trodding down that road again. They knew their devotion was total and for the entirety of their time together, they had melded into a unit. Sara and Katya could finish each other's sentences and anticipated each other's thoughts. Even in bed, they moved in total syncopation.
"This is the craziest thing I have ever done and that includes falling in love with you," Sara teased her love. Both women were dressed in some of their sexiest finery, wanting to make a good impression on the photographer. Their skirts were tight and clingy, short and sexy and their heels, high. Katya had not met the photographer previously and Sara had never heard of D. Travers before, despite her own reputation in the business.
"Falling in love with me was crazy?" Katya asked, an impish smile crossing her face. Sara's lips curled in an equally lovely smile as they kissed. Both women now believed that the wings of fate had drawn them together. Falling in love had been crazy for both young women and they both basked in the insanity.
"You're right, which still drives me crazy, you know that?" Sara sighed as they rode down the elevator. "We can use the money and I guess it will be nice to have some gorgeous photos of myself to look at when I'm old and grey."
"You won't get old and grey," Katya teased as they reached the parking garage. "I won't let you, I'll cast some kind of spell on you."
"You already did that, darling," Sara shot back as they got into the car. Once Katya got more of her money, she insisted that they buy a nice car and had purchased a nice Jag XK-E, as she knew Sara had always wanted one. Her love protested, but Katya bought it for her anyway. It was the only thing that Sara treasured almost as much as she adored Katya. She fussed over it like it was a baby and refused to drive it in anything less than perfect weather, which included this day.
The drive to the photographer's studio was a very short one and Sara could barely keep the butterflies in her stomach still. The camera loved Katya, she herself had taken far more photos of Katya than any client needed. She could not turn off her camera when Katya was in front of it, Sara almost felt as if it was a crime not to capture each second of Katya's eerie blonde beauty. Though she knew her love considered her equally beautiful, Sara didn't feel as if that was ever going to be possible. Katya was her goddess personified and Venus herself would have placed a distant second in Sara's eyes.
D. Travers had a studio far smaller than Sara's own, but it seemed to be very tidy and had lovely, natural lighting. When the two women entered, Sara looked around for this young hotshot who had been so highly touted by Katya's lingerie client. She called out the fact that they had arrived and when D. Travers walked into the room, both Sara and Katya gasped in surprise.
The photographer both had assumed would be male was anything but. D. Travers was a tall, lovely black woman who stood at least 6' tall in the stiletto heels she was wearing. As Katya was constantly telling Sara she could model, the same could have been said of Miss / Ms. / Mrs. Travers. She had an incredible, regal beauty and several models that Sara had photographed could not have even broached this woman's loveliness. She also walked with confidence and you could almost see the taut, lean muscles of her body beneath the ultra-sexy pinstripe business attire she was wearing. Sara introduced herself and then, Katya while trying hard to focus. Only Katya herself had impressed her in such a fashion.
"You're staring," Katya whispered, nudging her lover in the ribs.
