Doll (MikaYuu)

♦45♦ - Dream

Day Seven in Paris.

Mika knew damn well that not in a billion eons I would have the confidence he obtained in front of a camera lens. Just imagining what I'd have to do made me nauseous in the limo ride to the studio. I was not kinky at all. I couldn't pull off a millionth of the risqué things Mika could. Even though he had insecurities, it was amazing he could even do half the shots he did.

Little shit. I side-eyed him in the darkened car of the ride, his body state relaxed and slack as he thumbed through his phone. He hardly used it, adding to the outlandish feel of the day. I huddled cold in the corner couch, nibbling on my nails to the beds. My mother wouldn't be seeing this, thank goodness. It was something local, or whatever; I didn't know, I was hardly paying attention during the guidelines of it all as I was too preoccupied trying not to piss myself.

The fact that it actually frightened me was the weirdest part. Was one supposed to be frightened about something like this? Or just nervous? What the hell was I supposed to feel? What was the meaning of feelings?

"Yuu," Mika finally summoned me in the midst of my brood. I jolted, my head whipping around the surroundings. We were parked near a gas station. What the hell? He reached out to touch my face, making me flinch yet again. He gave me a quizzical stare. "Are you alright?"

My face was flushed, my ears feeling hot. I sank slightly in my corner of fear. "Do you want the truth or what you want to hear?"

A soft laugh left him as he brought me into his arms. "Aww." As if my heart imploding like a nuclear bomb was adorable. His chest felt like heaven, warm and heart beating soothingly against my face. He massaged his fingers lovingly into my head, twirling my hair. "Yuu," he cooed as if I were a baby. His baby. He dipped down to hold my chin between two fingers, face comfortingly close. "Do you not want to?"

Did I honestly have a choice? That's what I wanted to ask him. I didn't want to seem rude. In all honesty, I guess I didn't mind it. If it was promoting the company...

The same company that had come up with the bullshit contract.

I guess it all depended who I was doing it for.

"I do," I replied, swallowing the hard lump in my throat. "For you."

A brief smile played on his pink lips, his expression telling me everything was okay. "Yuu, love, I only want you to do it if you want. I did mine for my own reason. Will you be comfortable?"

"Will you be there?" I immediately followed in question, the thought of being in there alone almost unimaginable. Having Mika's presence there would surely calm my nerves, maybe even give me some confidence.

Just kidding.

I'd probably get some kind of sexy reward after, though.

He nodded, his curls slightly bouncing. "As if I would miss such a treat." I gazed bashfully as his lips smoothly curled into a smirk.

A treat... he called it.

"Perv," I chortled, suddenly gazing over his shoulder as his face had now made a comforted burrow into my neck.

"My magazine," he painfully reminded me, his warm breath fanning my skin as he chuckled at my tense response.

The bastard would always win.

~

"Are you just going to watch me undress?" I had to ask the owner of the lustful blue eyes gazing at me from the sofa. But the soft half-smile on his face answered my question. "Alright, then."