The lighting was perfect and so were the outfits. Your dress a silky fabric, something akin to what the women in renaissance paintings and statues wear to cover their nude bodies, except… it’s a dress. The most it shows that might be scandalous were your shoulders since it was off-shoulder. You were adorned in pearly jewelry and your hair was curled in perfect brushed out ringlets, your makeup light.

Andrew, on the other hand, his hair tied back into a bun, wearing a beautifully tailored two piece suit, brown with thin, tan vertical stripes and a cream coloured button up under the vest rolled up to the elbows.

See, you were a photographer, which meant, you and Andrew did photo shoots for free, of course, the props and everything you bought, but it was still cheaper and more convenient doing it yourself than paying for a photographer since… well.. you are one. Plus, there werne’t really any props needed since you’d decided to just do this outside in a nearby flower field by your house. And you had a perfect photoshoot idea, but the only person you could execute it with was your boyfriend, Andrew. And he was more than happy to oblige.

You tried your best to describe what you were going for, to which he suppressed a snicker and asked,

“So, basically a submissive photoshoot?”

To which you shrugged and said, “basically.”

Which leads to now, the camera set up as you scurry over to your spot, hoping you had enough time to get in your place. Andrew sinks to his knees, his hands finding the bottom of your thighs as he looks up at you like he was yearning, which he might as well be with the dress you’re in. Then, the click of the camera goes off and you shuffle over to the camera to try and get a look at the picture, Andrew following behind you,

He gives a nod to the picture, grinning a little,

“That one’s getting framed. Right in the hallway… or it could be our official couples portrait like the Victorian couples did, you know?”