Inspired by your Lady Dillon & Lisa art I'd like to request a fic of Liscoe.
Perhaps they're girlfriends and are trying to like do like an amateur modeling/fashion photo shoot, just the two of them.
ooooo okay, fun!! 🤩 i'm so happy my drawing inspired your ask, that's super cool! 😎
here's a link to the aforementioned fanart for those who haven't seen it/want context.
this was a cute lil thing to write, thanks for requesting!! ❤️
enjoy!
warning/s: none!
word count: 650
lights, camera, KISS! | Golden Glider/The Top drabble
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"Sugar, lift your leg up a little more..."
"Here?"
"Almost, almost, and... There!"
SNAP!
The shutter echoes in the near-empty studio. Light flashes, and when Lisa pulls away from the camera's viewfinder, she dazzles her beloved with a delighted smile. Even being upside-down on the set doesn't detract from the Top's enjoyment at seeing her girlfriend happy.
"Did the photo turn out good?" Roxanne asks, her dark eyes following Lisa's every move. Lisa shoots her a look as she deftly disconnects the camera from the tripod, pressing some buttons to look at the most recent picture taken. When the blonde finds it, she offers Roxanne a coy grin.
"Honey, with you, the picture's always good." Lisa purrs, walking over to her girlfriend. As Lisa sinks down to her knees in front of the Top, she sets the camera down and angles the lens at them both. Roxanne glances at it curiously, but turns her attention back to Lisa.
"I think you should say that about your photos." Roxanne replies, smiling into the kiss that Lisa presses against her emerald-painted lips. When Lisa pulls away, her icy blue eyes are alight with mirth.
"And sound so vain?" Lisa jokes, kissing her again before fiddling with the camera and pressing some buttons. She's about to set a timer when Roxanne snags her wrist, stopping her. Roxanne shifts, lifting up her upper half onto Lisa's lap.
"Rightfully so. You deserve to be admired." The Top murmurs, and as she drags Lisa in for a third kiss, the Golden Glider's hair falls like twin curtains around them both. It curls and flows like a river made of molten gold, shining just as bright. Roxanne catches a lock of it in her palm, curling the silk-esque hair around her fingers.
When she opens her eyes, Lisa is above her, backlit and glowing, like she's made of sun. In her pictures, Lisa had looked gorgeous (obviously), but the pictures couldn't hold a candle to the goddess of light before her person.
Roxanne Dillon, the Top, is a very lucky woman indeed.
"You are so beautiful, my love." Roxanne murmurs, her heart practically singing when Lisa places both gloved hands on her cheeks, the fur around her wrists tickling her ears. Lisa beams, easily outmatching the sun.
"You're so beautiful, honey." Lisa responds in turn, toying with Roxanne's top-shaped earrings. They kiss again, this time with a little less inhibition, and when they part (Roxanne somewhat breathless and Lisa victorious), Lisa laughs at the mess of red on her partner's brown skin.
"Oh no, I got green all over you!" Roxanne exclaims, just as Lisa gestures to her face and when Roxanne checks, her fingertips come back stained red. Lisa touches around on her own cheeks too, laughing when green starts to appear on her yellow gloves.
"Do you still want to take a photo together, Roxi?" Lisa asks through giggled, entirely unbothered, and judging by Roxanne's cheeky grin; She's unopposed as well. Without looking at or even touching the camera, the Top's telekinetic abilities angle the lens and sets a timer.
Lisa springs into action.
10...
Roxanne leaps up.
9...
They press close together.
8...
Lisa's toned, warm thigh crosses over Roxanne's lap.
7...
Roxanne wraps her arm tight around Lisa's waist.
6...
Bare fingers lace with gloved ones.
5...
Shoulders bump, Roxanne's dark hair tickles the nape of Lisa's neck and swirls down her pale collarbone.
4...
Lisa's shimmering arm catches the studio lights as she slithers her free hand down Roxanne's back.
3...
"I love you." Roxanne whispers, her lips millimeters from Lisa's.
2...
"I love you more." Lisa coos, the tip of her nose brushing Roxanne's.
1...
Nut brown eyes meet sky blue ones.
SNAP!
Their lips smush together in a mess of ruby and emerald, refracting the flash like gems.
One last picture, of them, just for them, color-smeared cheeks and all.
