Title: BB The Camera
Chapter 1: Conservatory
Pairing: Catherine/Vincent
Genre: AU/Ship/PWP
Rating: R
Warning: Sexual Suggestion
Spoiler Alert: S1 E9
Summary: Catherine finds herself getting ready to take photos of the illustrious Vincent Keller who is all the rage in the news for being a Beast.
A/N: I saw a pic and this is where my mine went...the gutter with a camera. I loaded the pic at my LJ com. This is an AU where people know that Vincent is a beast, her mother never died because Vincent made it in time and Evan is married to Heather. :)
Catherine checked the battery on her Leica M9 Titanium camera knowing good and well that it was fine.
The man in front of her looked familiar, but she could not place him. Yes, she was well aware that Evan had written a book about the man. His name was Vincent Keller, and he allowed Evan to include personal details about him in his book for a 20% share in the profit. Every major news media machine constantly flashed photos of him just about every hour on the hour. None of them were of him in his beast form.
But, she could not let go of the feeling that she had seen him somewhere else in her private life.
"Is here ok?" The deep gravelly voice prompted.
Catherine's eyes flicked up to his dark hazel eyes having no idea what he just said. "Excuse me?"
"For the photo, is here ok?" Vincent felt self conscious that the lovely attorney Catherine Chandler was about to take photos of him.
He had not done any interviews or television talk shows since he was exposed as being the Beast that roamed New York City saving wounded people. He had rescued Evan Marks during a robbery, and Evan had found out his secret while comparing cases. Evan had published his findings and the government quietly shut Muirfield down.
Vincent was thankful to Evan and agreed to let him use his personal account of the military experiments because he no longer needed to hide. If he was harmed now, everyone in the country would want answers. So the government and Muirfield left him alone. In exchange, he had to lie and say it was the enemy who experimented on him. And, he did so.
Catherine glanced around the massive Victorian-style glass building conservatory at the New York Botanical Garden. She was thankful that her mother and father had arranged for the Conservatory to be closed to everyone but them. "Yes, this is very nice. Heather suggested the Conservatory saying it would look more natural."
"Heather?" Vincent stepped under a massive branch that formed an arch way. He ducked to the side so the leaved vines hanging down would not smack him in the face.
"My sister. She's married to Evan." Catherine ran her eyes over Vincent's dark green shirt then to the light blue button up that was under it. She pondered that he was over dressed for the surroundings.
"Oh, that Heather. Yes, I met her last week." Vincent watched Catherine gaze over his chest.
He almost snapped his fingers there to get her attention then bring his hand up to his eyes, but he doubted she would get the joke. He was still not use to interacting with people since he had been in a self imposed exile for the last 9 years.
"Hot." Catherine noticed she said it out loud and looked up to his eyes seeing he had been watching her look over his body. She felt embarrassed as she felt a slight flush burn on her face. It was odd for her because usually she didn't feel so self conscious no matter if someone was famous or if it was a very attractive guy.
Vincent raised his eyebrows and tipped his head to the side hearing her heart speed up. He was not sure how to take what she said.
"I mean um. It's hot in here. Hot." Of their own accord, her eyes flicked over his body. "You're hot, but I meant it is hot in here." Catherine waved her hand to the side fearing she would break out singing any moment like Nelly.
Catherine wanted to smack herself in the face because she just noticed she called him hot and kept stumbling over her words. She checked her camera again not knowing how to get out of what she just said.
She remembered Evan saying how disgusting it was that hundreds and thousands of women were falling all over Vincent and even created fan sites for him just because he was not entirely all human anymore. Even Heather told her that Vincent had to set up a fake email and mailing address because there was a flood of correspondence being sent to him from women who only had one thing on their minds.
Catherine noticed that it had been a couple of minutes and she was still adjusting things on her camera. Vincent had not spoken.
She forced herself to look at him again. His eyes seemed to dance with amusement and boyish charm as his mouth threatened to grin.
Catherine nodded. "Yes, better."
She lifted her camera and took several photos of him till his face went blank. She didn't know why he stopped and lowered the camera.
"That was good. Just smile a little for me. Think of all of the hundreds of fans who want to hear everything about you."
He started frowning.
"Um…no. We'll take the Beast photos later. Right now, I need to get some before photos. Smile. Think of all the beautiful women who throw themselves at you."
Catherine hoped he would smile at her again with that slight grin like he was thinking something playfully naughty. She fully planned to keep a copy of the photos for herself.
His frown deepened to a scowl.
She lowered the camera to her waist wanting to know what was wrong. "What?"
"You said I was hot." Vincent took one step toward her still scowling.
Catherine instantly thought he was saying that she had sexually harassed him. "I'm sorry. Just making an observation. I meant it was…is hot in here, and I thought about all the clothing you are wearing."
She stopped talking knowing that was not helping it. She now regretted having shot her mouth off to Heather saying the photos the professional took of Vincent did not show enough sex appeal for the public and that she could take better photos of him.
"I mean. It's a warm tropical setting and it might look strange for you to have so many layers on." Catherine tried to explain as she waved her hands around hoping he did not complain to Heather or Evan that she was acting like one of his fanatic followers.
She felt terror that Evan or Tess would find out she had joined one of the sites and her username was HotForTheBeast.
Vincent stopped scowling and grinned full out this time.
Catherine quickly snapped a dozen photos then lowered the camera when he started frowning again.
"Don't be sorry that you think I'm … hot."
Vincent didn't exactly know what to say to her, but he did not want her apologizing if she found him attractive. Of all the women on the planet, he only cared what she thought of him. He had felt this way about her since he saved her and her mother nine years ago from two gunmen.
"Then why are you frowning at me?" Catherine felt a little confused.
"You mentioned people wanting to know about me and women throwing themselves at me." Vincent glanced at the ground then back up at her. " I don't like that."
Catherine could not help herself and focused on smiling sexy at him. "You prefer to pursue instead of being pursued."
"Something like that." Vincent had a wickedly dark predatory expression on his face.
Catherine did not even take her eyes off of his face as she slowly raised the camera. She didn't bother looking into the viewer but snapped a few photos.
His bark of laughter snapped her out of her daze, and she laughed along with him.
And with that, they felt comfortable around each other.
"So where do you want me? Is this really ok because I don't mind anywhere you want me?" Vincent spoke the words letting her see that he knew exactly how suggestive it sounded and he didn't care if it sounded corny.
Catherine eyed him over again then pointed at his shirts. "Please gawd just take off the shirt. You have to be sweating to death in here dressed for winter like that. It's like ninety in here or something."
"Thank you." He undid his green shirt then stopped.
"Take it off." Catherine smiled at him.
He did. Then he unbuttoned the second knowing she was watching every inch of his chest being exposed for her.
He waited again watching the heat in her lovely eyes.
"Might as well take it off too. Sex sells." Catherine could not believe she just said that and that the mysterious Vincent Keller was obeying her.
It wasn't until the second shirt dropped to the floor of the botanical conservatory that she knew that he was not obeying her. It was a trap, and she fell for it. There was no way she was making it out of this conservatory without letting Vincent strip and ravish her body. She was not even remotely bothered by that fact as her body hummed with anticipation.
Catherine wondered absently how many thousands of women wished and dreamed for just a glimpse of him in real life. And here he was, stripping because of her suggestions.
The mere thought of it was intoxicating enough even if he was not moving and flexing in front of her like a panther. He was deadly and for a short time he was all hers.
He stood looking away as if not concerned that she was watching him while she took her fill. But what he didn't know is that she would never get enough. She would always want more from him, and he would always be more than willing to accommodate her.
Vincent heard the camera snapping as she walked around him humming approval to herself as she envisioned licking his lightly damp skin. She wanted to strip and slide her naked body over him biting as she went.
"Boots. Socks." Catherine commented somehow sounding calm.
Vincent removed them even as she snapped photos of his massive biceps and his muscular back that flexed.
"Bench. Lounge."
Vincent moved over to a dark green bench that sat amongst ferns. He leaned back lounging on it and hungrily watched as she took dozens of photos of his half naked body.
Catherine moved around him taking photos from different angles no longer thinking that these would be used for Evan's book. She wanted them for herself. She wanted him for herself.
She didn't even notice that she practically climbed on him to take a few photos as she invaded his personal space.
Vincent noticed.
He could hear her heart racing as if his hands were already on her petite body. He could feel her breath fluttering over his skin. The light press of her thy on his knee caused the hardening length in his jeans to throb with need. He could smell that she was fully aroused and the fragrance was far headier then any store bought one.
He almost reached out to her when his mind offered how stupid that would be because in a moment he would allow his other side out, and she might run from the glass building in horror.
Catherine stopped taking photos when he frowned again. She noticed she was almost in his lap and backed away.
"I think that will do." Catherine checked knowing that she could take thousands more and the battery would still be fine.
Catherine took another step back. "Ok, now I need you to stay where you are, but um…Beast out for me."
A/N: I loved this idea. And, part of it is from Em's lovely gif of Ashley Zukerman taking pics and from a Jay Ryan pic. :)