Sounds good!))

Trixie shrugged. "Sure, why not. Show me your expertise." She said playfully. The solo shoot had been scarring, but she hadn't minded the duo shoots. In fact, she hadn't minded the duo shoot with him... at all. She swallowed and watched him, then gave him a warm smile in turn, looking off when he went to run a hand through his hair. She really liked it when he did that, for reasons not even she knew. She looked back at him at his last statement. "Oh, I don't think I could do runway. I'd fall on my face." She joked.

"I hope you realise i've never been asked to keep to an actual schedule before. This is your fault" He smiled, standing himself up, brushing off any sand that had been blown onto him. He pulled Trixie up too without her asking, standing in front of her with a smile. "Oh i dont know, you might not. Though i'd fine that rather funny" he said, the smile on his face proving that was true. "But Stanley will ask when he thinks your ready, either professional shoots or runway. And by professional shoots he means...different. Very stressful, you have to travel for ages and sightly provocative. Still, i reckon you'd like it" he explained, icking a losse strand of hair from his fringe. "Anyway, stand like you're in front of a camera." he said, wanting to see her posture. Well, half wanting to see her posture, half having the urge to just..touch her.

"Right, blame me for everything." Trixie quipped teasingly, going to stand up only to find herself being pulled up. "Someone's eager." She chuckled, rolling her eyes at his next comment. "Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, Matt." She said sarcastically, lightly dusting herself off. The idea of a slightly more... provocative scene with Matt washed over her brain and made her zone out for a few seconds before she could speak again. "I still think I'd lean toward professional shoots. Runway modeling seems like something I would not excel at." She smiled, attempting to cool the flush from her cheeks. "Yes, sir." She teased, falling into a more comfortable version of what she had done for her solo scene earlier. "Is this alright?" She asked hesitantly, watching his eyes.

The sun was pretty much blazing down on them from right above as they stood on the beach, and Matt was getting continuously warm, having half a mind to pull his shirt off. Still, thsat would be unprofessional, would it not? He shook his fringe out his eyes and gave a half shrug to Trixie's first comment, brushing sand off his arm yet again. "i'd prefer professional shoots too, dont worry. if it means absolutely everyone gets to see my body, i'm all for it2 he teased, watching as she adjusted herself accordingly. Though she looked, well..perfect, he couldn't help bt force himself to focus on the tiniest mistake, so he was able to correct it. " i know youre looking at me and that may be why, but for the third time, chin up" he smiled, tilting her head as he had done before. He let his hands linger this time, looking her in the eye for a good couple of seconds before pulling away. "you're posture's good though, you dot look terrified. stand next to me" he said, gesturing for her to ace the same direction as him, next to him.

"Maybe not everyone wants to see your body." Trixie teased, but she knew she certainly wouldn't complain about the chance to see more of him. She tilted her head ever so slightly at him as he tilted her chin up, moving for him obediently while she forgot how to breathe and her heart stopped beating. She stared hopelessly back at him until he pulled away and she leaned after his touch slightly. She blinked at him, having a slight deer in headlights moment as her broken brain tried to figure out what he wanted. She swallowed and moved close to his side, letting out a small breath as she did so. "Is this alright?" She asked softly, looking up at him, eager for his praise for some reason.

"They most definitely do" Matt joked, though his words trailed off very uickly as he focused on the task at hand, and he let his eyes trail over her whole body, evaluating her positon. As she shifted looked up at him as he tilted her head, he looked just as hopeless as she did, his breath coming through slowly and heavily, his eyes fully locked on hers. He gave her a small nod with a smile as she shifted next to him, making sure they were both facing away from the sun. "I wanna see what you can remember. Put your hands where they were put earlier, when we were doing the shoot" he said softly, looking down at her through his fringe. "And look at me" he added quietly, slipping his arm round her waist as he had earlier, inhaling sharply. Whether it was just the beach scenery, how warm it was or something else, her touch felt like sparks at that very moment.

Still recovering from the intense two second moment they shared, it took her a second to really lock onto what he was saying. She nodded lightly at his instructions, shifting so she could lay a hand on his chest, looking quite eager to do so. She undid another two buttons of his shirt without asking, simply because she remembered it from the shoot. It was sort of an impulse decision, and she couldn't go back now, so she decided to pretend it hadn't happened as she laid her hand on his chest again, looking up immiediately as the command came from him. She parted her lips slightly, like she wanted to say something, but it came out as a slightly resigned sigh instead. She laid her head against his shoulder as she looked up at him, more because it felt right than anything. "Your hair is in your eyes." She muttered, reaching up to brush his fringe out of the way so they could stare at each other, then laid her hand against her leg, going still.

Matt inhaled rather sharply as she undid his sirt buttons, promptly forgetting how to really..breathe. In a time where he would be prompted to make as many jokes as possible, he couldnt bring himself too. Instead, he let her do what he wanted, shuddering ever so slightly as she brushed his hair out his eyes, his gaze locked onto her as if that was all that was in front of him. Which, by this point was how he felt. "you're making this so much more..difficult than it needs to be" he said breathlessley, referring to how hopeless they both looked. As she put herself in the original position he decided against it, instead adjusting them both into a rather different one, the only other he could remember. He gently put his other hand on the other side of her waist, and pulled her in as close as possible, settling both his hands on either side of her waist. "This'll be something we'll be asked to do, aswell" he said quietly.

Trixie stared up at him in a sort of lost, dreamy way. "I'm sorry." She murmured softly, genuinely, since her brain couldn't figure out which way was up- much less that he wasn't blaming her. She had suddenly remembered how to breathe, and now her chest heaved in short, quick breaths as he moved her. She laid her arms instinctively over his shoulders, one on the back of his neck and the other gently placed on the back of his head. She pressed herself into him, since he obviously wanted her close. She nodded slowly. "I see. I... I like this one." She whispered back, simply because it was physically impossible for her to speak any louder. Everything felt like it was either tingling, or on fire. Mostly in a good way.

Matt was unable to get his reply out for a good couple of seconds after she had spoken. He lifted her face up to look at him, part of the very pose he had remembered, half expecting to see small orange sparks come from his fingers. He had a thousand thoughts whirling around his mind at once, and he let his gaze tear away from her eyes to "study" her posture, which was obviously still as perfect as it had been before. He moved a hand from her waist to r upper back to steady her, and finally replied. But not with what he expected to. "Will you pull away if i kiss you?" he whispered, his eyes landing right back on hers as he spoke.