“no baby, you gotta line your whole body up.” she tells you, positioning your hips. you exhale, and she smiles. “that’s it. relax.” she urges. she brushes your hair out of your face. “lets tie that hair up, huh?” she says, pulling your hair into a messy ponytail. “shoot again.” she murmurs in your ear. her hands are on yours, your hot skin a contrast to the cool metal.