Who wants another sneak peek at Exposing The Flesh? Heres them discussing the first nakie photo shoot...and eating Ginos. And thus London is taught the proper way to eat NY style pizza. ;) #unedited #loveandink #exposingtheflesh I supposed he didn’t really owe me an explanation. When your mother dies, that’s it. She’s gone. I thought of my own mother and despite how controlling she could be, I knew how devastated I would be if I lost her. And at six years old? Your mom is your whole world then. But if she died, what happened to that world? If Niall was any indicator, it shattered. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, eyes fixated on the buttons as they lit up with our descent. On the outside he looked calm, relaxed, but I saw the barely restrained emotions tugging at him behind those shockingly pale blue eyes. The door dinged and I followed him out of the building before he stopped on the curb and turned to me. “Gino’s is just a few blocks away. Were ya up for pizza?” “Actually that sounds good.” I smiled. His expression eased and he nodded, starting down the street. I followed after him, admiring his rather round little backside. I wondered if he ran or something. That couldn’t just be a naturally occurring man-bubble. Niall glanced back at me and I jerked my gaze back up to his face flashing him a wide smile. Stop staring at his ass, I scolded myself. Really though, with the tight jeans he was wearing, one couldn’t help it. Still, I forced my gaze upward, watching the muscles in his back shift as he walked. He really did seem to have a runner’s body. Or maybe he played “football” or rugby at some point. Irish guys did that, didn’t they? “Have ya had Gino’s yet?” Niall stopped abruptly in front of a restaurant. I ran into him, too enchanted with his rearview, and stumbled backwards, falling onto my ass. Smooth. Real smooth. Niall grinned as my cheeks grew hot and reached a hand out to help me back up. “Ya should watch where yer goin’.” He teased. “I was watching…” Something…I added mentally. “And no, I haven’t.” “Seriously? Christ, yer ex really was an arsehole. Never even took ya ta Gino’s?” He shook his head and held the door open for me. “What’s the big deal? I’ve had pizza before.” Niall shook his head, ushering me inside and toward a booth. “No. No ya haven’t. Not if ya haven’t had Gino’s.” “Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize I was having lunch with the pizza snob.” I rolled my eyes but let the amusement show in my grin. Niall wrinkled his nose at me as he slid into the booth. “Pizza snob? You know what? No. I’m not even goin’ ta fight with ya. Ya’ll see. Just wait.” He said, snatching a menu from behind the napkin dispenser and flopping it open, effectively blocking any further argument. I grabbed a menu, following suit and caught the gleam in his eyes as he peered over the top at me. “Well?” An eyebrow raised above the laminated edge. “Well what?” I raised an eyebrow as well. “Ya see anything ya like?” Both his eyebrows waggled up and down, the piercings on his left one catching the light. “I just like cheese pizza.” I shrugged, still letting my eyes run over the toppings. “That’s no fun. No mushrooms? Peppers?” An eyebrow went up again. “Nope.” “Not even a little bit of sausage?” My eyes shot back up to him. “I didn’t mean it like that, ya perv.” His eyebrows scrunched together, then relaxed as he snorted. “Heh, sausage. That’s not bad though. Excuse me miss, want a lil sausage on yer pizza?” “Little? That won’t really seal the deal now will it?” He dropped his menu and frowned at me. I shrugged at him. “You said it. Not me.” His lips curled into a devious grin and he started to say something, but the waitress came over to take our order. He ordered us a medium cheese pizza and we both got cokes. Once we had our drinks he sipped his, a contemplative, but still quite amused look in his eyes. I was happy to see that rather than the look from earlier. He took a long sip, then cleared his throat, chewing at his lip ring. “Look. I thought we should talk. About the deal, ya know? Considering what happened last night, the last thing I want ta do is make ya feel uncomfortable.” I blinked a little surprised. “Oh.” So it wasn’t just simple lunch. “Look. If yer not up fer it still—“ “No. It’s fine. A deal’s a deal.” I nodded and let my hair fall in my face as my cheeks flushed. “Ya sure?” “So, what was the plan for the shoot?” I looked up at him, doing my best to keep my face unreadable. “I was thinkin’ sorta like last time. Though staged, of course. I have a um…sorta ‘pouch’, I’ll have on so even if I’m pressin’ up against ya I won’t be touchin’ ya, per se. But ta make it look real we’ll need ta have some contact.” “Contact?” I tried to ask casually as I squeezed my thighs together under the table. He shifted around on his side of the booth and took another long sip. The waitress came, placing a huge, steaming pizza pie between us and he waited for her to leave. “There’d still be kissin’. And I’d still need ta touch ya, but I won’t, erm, penetrate ya, as it were.” I chewed at my lip as warmth rose in my belly, but nodded. “Okay. No big deal. So, um, when we going to do this thing, anyway?” I laughed, though I was pretty sure it sounded forced. Niall’s brow knit together. “Tomorrow. Late afternoon? I was goin’ ta set up the studio fer it earlier in the day. Give these pictures a little bit of a different feel than the last ones.” His eyes darted down, as did mine. I couldn’t believe we were sitting here, over a damn pizza so casually discussing this. It was almost funny. I laughed. I actually laughed. “Ya alright, London?” “I’m great. So yeah, tomorrow then. Suppose I should shave.” “Well, ya can trim if ya want, but I doubt it’s grown out that much.” I choked on my soda. “I meant my legs, Niall.” “Oh,” he ducked his head down, looking abashed as he slid a piece of pizza onto a plate for me. “Right. Sorry.” “Mm hmm.” I shook my head and unwrapped the silverware. “What the hell are ya doin’?” I paused, fork and knife raised over my pizza to find Niall fixing me with an incredulous look. “I was going to eat my pizza?” “With a fork? Are ya from England or something? Who the hell eats pizza like that?” “That’s how I always eat it.” Niall looked at me, down at my plate, and back up at me before snatching the fork and knife out of my hands. “Give those back.” I frowned at him. “No. Eat it like a normal human being.” “Normal human beings eat pizza with utensils.” “Not at Gino’s they don’t.” I gave him a square look but he wasn’t joking. His face was completely serious. I started to object again and he picked up his piece with both hands, folded it over and took a bite. Strings of cheese stretched from the slice to his mouth and he attempted to break them, tugging at them with his mouth. “So…that’s what you want me to do then?” I raised an eyebrow as he finally succeeded. Niall nodded at me, cheese still hanging over his chin before he swiped his tongue out, catching the rest. “You have sauce on your chin, you know.” He didn’t wipe it off, but watched me, nodding down to my slice. With a sigh of defeat I picked up the slice. “Use two hands. Trust me.” I rolled my eyes and used two hands, folding it over like him and a wide grin spread across his lips as I took a bite, then subsequently tried to break the long stringy pieces of cheese in a more dignified manner—and failed. “See, sometimes it’s better if ya get a lil messy.” He winked, then wiped his chin off and went in for another bite, making a similar spectacle of himself. I tried not to laugh, but when a piece of cheese landed across his nose, a giggle escaped, only encouraging him further. I took another equally messy bite, admittedly enjoying myself and the sound of his amused chuckles. There was no doubt that Niall was handsome. When I’d seen him at Oblivion and met those striking eyes staring so intently at me, I’d known that. But he was downright adorable like this. Nope. No, cut that out, London. Roommate. Roommate that you have to take naked pictures with tomorrow.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 04:04:14 +0000
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