Title: Ladies, Drop Your Panties
Genre(s): humor, fluff?
Word Count: 1,222
Summary: AU- Dara is a photo student and CL is a camera ham with a sexy gaze that inspires not-so-innocent thoughts.
a/n: This didn't go as I planned, but I'm sick of looking at it, so here you go. Not proof-read OTL
“This lighting looks like the Cover Girl ads,” CL joked, perched on the stool that Dara had carefully placed the right distance from the backdrop and the lights that shone onto her.
“You’re right,” Dara laughed, fiddling with her camera and trying to decide how much of CL she wanted in the frame.
“Should I shoot you my commercial smile then?” CL asked, immediately breaking out into a way-too-sweet grin that looked completely out of place on her. Dara burst out laughing, attaching her camera to a tripod.
“You can do whatever you want,” she told her, “My professor just wants to make sure that we can handle different lighting situations.”
“Ready?” CL asked her then, as though she were the one running the shoot. Which she kind of was, though Dara didn’t really mind. As long as she got her shots, she didn’t care what the other girl did.
“Yep,” Dara replied, looking through the view-finder on her camera and clicking the shutting when CL grinned like a wholesome girl next door.
“How’d it look?” CL immediately jumped up and went to check the computer that was hooked up to Dara’s camera, showing the shots as soon as she’d taken them.
Normally, the technology made shoots go faster since she could spot any problems right away, but with CL, it just slowed them down since the other girl kept getting up to look at herself.
“Let me try again,” CL said, returning to the stool and flipping her hair before she started to preen for the camera again. Dara took three more shots before CL was satisfied. But she really didn’t mind- letting CL have her fun and strike crazy poses was much more entertaining than shooting someone who just smiled like they were posing for their driver’s license photo.
“No offense, but I don’t think you’re cut out for Cover Girl,” Dara teased as she checked the pictures herself, including the ones they’d taken earlier in which CL pretended to be a high fashion model, “You’re much better at the whole ‘ladies, drop your panties’ look.”
Dara froze the moment the words were out of her mouth- she hadn’t quite meant to put it that way, though it was certainly an apt description of CL’s facial expression in many of the shots. But to her relief, CL laughed.
“You’re probably right,” she conceded, “You got all of your shots, right?”
“Yep, I believe so…”
“Can you take one more of me? I wanna do the ultimate sexy guy pose.”
“Alright,” Dara agreed, chuckling as she went back to her camera, though she felt her stomach clench in anticipation of seeing what CL was going to do.
CL posed and Dara hit the shutter, trying not to concentrate too much on what the other girl was doing. But then CL was running to the computer and examining the shot and Dara couldn’t help herself from looking over. CL had one hand on her inner thigh and the other raking through her hair as she gazed off with a contemplatively sexy look on her face. The girl certainly knew how to shoot that look that just begged girls to strip down for her. And Dara was really no exception. Though she didn’t think that dropping her skirt would be a good idea since they were in the middle of the studio. And CL would probably be kind of confused.
“Hold on, one more,” CL said, rushing back into the set. Dara dutifully resumed position, ready to capture whatever CL was about to do.
This time she hooked a finger through her belt loop and pulled down lightly while she stared into the camera with intensity. Dara snapped the picture and then CL ran to see how it turned out, cracking up and proclaiming that it was perfect once she saw the result. Which it was. CL certainly had the ability to make girls question their sexuality, though Dara had moved past the questioning phase long ago.
“Let me take a picture of you!” she demanded then, taking Dara’s place behind the camera.
“No, I hate having my picture taken,” Dara whined, stepping back instinctively.
“C’mon, just one,” CL grinned, “I want to see you pose like you’re on the cover of GQ.”
“What? So you can see that you’re better at it than me?” Dara accused, laughing despite herself.
“Just one,” CL said again.
Dara sighed. She knew that CL would end up convincing her eventually so she might as well get it over with so she could start taking down the lights and backdrop, a task that she dreaded beginning the moment she put everything up.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked helplessly, shifting uncomfortably in the bright light.
“Give me sexy
,” CL requested, imitating fashion photographers that she’d seen in movies. Dara giggled, but inwardly cringed. She really hated having her picture taken.
Awkwardly, Dara put her hands on her hips and flipped her hair so that her bangs were covering one eye. At CL’s prompting, she looked into the camera and gave her best shot at a smoldering look.
The moment the shutter clicked, CL dashed over to the computer to see the picture.
“You just look pissed off,” she laughed as Dara came up behind her to see the shot as well. She did, indeed, just look angry- none of the other’s effortless sex-appeal evident in the photo.
“Told you,” she mumbled, pouting at the screen.
“You aren’t good at manly sexy,” CL told her, looking at her as though she was analyzing her features, “You should do womanly sexy.”
“Just one!” CL promised (though that was what she said last time) as she shoved her back in front of the camera.
Dara sighed. But she still posed herself, putting one hand lightly on her neck and draping the other around her middle. She titled her chin up slightly and cast a seemingly disinterested glance at the camera. Click.
This time Dara took her time getting to the computer, not excited to see whatever had made CL speechless. It must be so awful that she feels too bad to even make fun of me
, Dara thought.
“Dude,” the other girl finally spoke when Dara had made her way over, “You’re hot
Dara hesitantly peered over her shoulder, met with what was probably the best photograph that had ever been taken of her.
“Seriously, can you not be so gorgeous?” CL joked, “You’re making me look bad!”
“Yeah, right,” Dara laughed, “You’re still a way better model than me. And you still win at the ‘ladies, drop your panties’ look. I don’t think I can pull that off at all.”
“You don’t need a look to convince anyone,” CL said then, catching Dara completely off guard and causing her to stumble and stutter through something that could not, by any means, be considered a sentence.
But before she could make any sense of the other girl’s words, CL was already beginning to take down the lights, knowing how much Dara hated it. So she just joined her, wrapping cords, folding standing, and rolling backdrops, trying not to let CL’s playful glances get to her enough that she dropped any expensive equipment.
CL was most definitely going to be her model for her next assignment.