"Nathan, no."

"Just hear me out, okay?"

Haley knew she shouldn't have looked at her husband, because the second she did, he had already won. She could never resist the look on his face when he wanted something. It was the exact same face their son inherited; adorable pouty lips and big, pleading blue eyes. Damn those Scott genes.

"It would only be a few pictures," he explained with a knowing smirk.

Haley bit her lip. Nathan was trying to convince her to let him take pictures of her in just her underwear. After taking a recent interest in photography, she bought her husband a new camera for Christmas (thanks to her sister's recommendation)— little did she know, he'd had his own plans in mind for it.

Haley was flattered that he wanted her to be his subject for a mini-photoshoot, but she was a mother, and the last thing she wanted was for the images to get in the wrong hands.

Sensing his wife's apprehension, Nathan sat next to her on the edge of their bed and coaxed her with a gentle smile, "look, we don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, I just thought it'd be something fun to do. Plus, you're so sexy and it's only fair we capture it on film."

"Fine," she mirrored his smile, "I'll do it, but on two conditions."

He nodded, then waited for her to continue.

"One; these pictures stay between us—,"

"—but," he tried to interrupt.

"I'm serious, Nathan. You cannot post any of them on Instagram."

She knew him too well, and while it was adorable how much he loved posting pictures of her with loving and cheesy captions, she did not need his 60-something- thousand followers to see half-naked pictures of her.

"Okay, that's fair. They're just gonna be for my eyes only, anyway. I can look at them when I'm on the road and missing you."

She blushed at his heated gaze, "you said they weren't gonna be too revealing."

"Please," Nathan scoffed, "I could get off on a picture of you wearing ten layers of clothes."

She laughed. The funny part was, he probably wasn't joking.

"That brings me to my second condition."

Nathan nodded again.

"I want all the shirtless photos of you that I can get."

"Deal," he grinned at the mock look of sternness she wore.

"Great," she leaned over and popped a quick peck on his lips, "let's get started then, stud."

For someone who started off with reluctance, Haley was suddenly overcome with eagerness. She whipped off the pajama shirt she was wearing, revealing a blush-colored lace bra and matching panties. Nathan had to pick-his jaw up off the floor.

"Is this okay, or should I change into something sexier?"

"Th-that's fine," he gulped. His mouth was suddenly cardboard.

"Well, you're in charge, Mr. Photographer. You can call all the shots," Haley said with a lilt of seduction. Nathan was right — this was going to be fun.

"Let me, uh, just grab my camera," he reluctantly peeled his eyes away from her and quickly retrieved his camera from somewhere on his side of their closet. When he returned, he found Haley stretched across the bed — still in nothing but the lacey lingerie— waiting with a flirty smile.

"Okay," he cleared his throat so he'd stop sounding like a twelve-year-old boy. This was his wife, for goodness sake— a woman whom he'd seen naked more times than probably considered normal, hell, she'd birthed two of his children. "Why don't we start with you reading a book or something?"

"I'm half-naked and you want me to read a book?" She laughed in disbelief.

He shrugged, "well, yeah, why not? You're always the most beautiful when you're doing the simplest of things. I want to capture that."

Her heart raced. Almost fifteen-years of marriage and Nathan still said things that could make her swoon, almost like the first time he'd said he'd loved her.

Following his orders, she reached towards her nightstand and grabbed a book, then propped herself up against the pillows. She bent her knees, showing off her long, slender legs, then poked her nose behind the pages.

Nathan took a few test shots, then angled his body to capture her full form. The book covered enough of her to avoid indecency, but her creamy skin was on full display.

"Perfect," he encouraged after a few more shots, "now maybe shift your body so the sheet is twisted between your legs."

Haley followed his directions again, and gave the camera a sultry smile, holding the book to the side of her.

"Damn, baby, you're a natural."

She gave him a wink, which he perfectly captured on camera. Unable to resist himself, he leaned down to kiss her again, but she pulled away far too soon.

"Hey, you wanted to do this, baby, now you gotta finish," she gestured towards his camera, then rolled over for her next pose.

"I thought I was the conceited one in this relationship," he teased, "it seems like you, Mrs. Scott, are enjoying this more than you thought."

"I am," Haley's eyes twinkled, "you always make me feel so sexy and comfortable. It's such a freeing feeling."

He kissed her cheek, "good, I'm glad."

"You know I could never do this for anybody else."

"I know," he smiled proudly, "and because of that, I also know I'm the luckiest guy on the planet."

"I must be pretty lucky then, too," Haley said, then positioned her body so that her "23' tattoo was on display beneath the twisted sheets. Nathan groaned.

"Christ, Hales, you're killing me."

Her laughter floated through their bedroom as he clicked a few more shots. The lighting was perfect.

"Okay, where do you want me next?"

Nathan thought about it for a second and swept his eyes across the room, "why don't you stand in front of the window with the sheet?"

Haley nodded and stood up. She draped the sheet across her body like a toga, but made sure her a large portion of her back could be seen. After Nathan snapped three pictures like that, she looked over her shoulder, smirked, and dropped the sheet.

His eyes grew big and he nearly dropped the camera completely, "damn," he muttered. "Vogue, or whatever shit you read, is gonna be so jealous they don't have you on their cover."

Haley blushed, "thank you."

"These are gonna look so good in black and white," he mused.

"Look at you with your photography skills," she teased, "if basketball doesn't work out, maybe you can join Quinn."

"Nah," he laughed, "you're my only muse."

"Well, I'm flattered to be your subject."

He reached for her hand and kissed the top of it, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Alright, why don't you sit in front of the fireplace next."

Haley plopped herself on the hardwood floor, hugged her knees to her chest, and stared longingly at the fire as Nathan knelt down to capture it. He then handed her a glass of wine and a red silk robe which she draped over her shoulders, but left it open.

He took a few more photos of her with the wine glass in her hand — a huge, natural smile overtaking her face.

"You are so beautiful, babe," Nathan complimented, "wow. You take my breath away."

He took another picturing of her blushing body.

"Seriously, I can't wait to show you how sexy you look in these."

"Thank you for being my photographer."

"Oh, it was my pleasure, trust me," he smirked behind the camera.

"Let's move to the bathroom, next," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me."

When they moved to their en-suite, Haley perched herself on the edge of the tub and leaned over, showing off an ample amount of cleavage spilling out of the lace bra. She really was a natural model. Nathan was beginning to have a hard time keeping his composure.

"So," Haley drawled, stretching her creamy leg across the ledge, "when are you taking that shirt off so I can start taking sexy pictures of you?"

Nathan chuckled, "right after I figure out how to work the self-timer button so we can get pictures of the both of us."

"Oh," Haley squeaked excitedly as her eyebrow rose with interest, "I like the sound of that."

"Thought you might," he mumbled and all but threw the camera on the bathroom counter after she peeled her bra off and turned on the shower, "but first, Hales, I'm going to completely ravage you."

Haley's smile exploded, "I like that even better."

The end. :)