A/N: Hope you enjoy this.
Raw
Joss Carter stared into the camera held by John Reese and decided to take him up on his veiled dare to show the true woman he felt she hid inside. They were undercover as a photographer and model to keep tabs on John and Finch's latest number who was at this open call. John had slickly procured the photographer's spot before Joss had any choice, so now she was the one up on the rocks in a barely there string bikini, and he had the audacity to dare her? Well, two could play that game.
When Joss had come out of the changing rooms earlier after putting on the tiny bikini that had been provided for her, John had lowered his sunglasses, and let his eyes slide up her body slowly, from her small bare feet along her smooth, long legs, lingering on her incredible toned ass, moving to her flat abs, full breasts, and graceful neck to meet her onyx eyes framed with long smoky lashes. He had suddenly found it difficult to catch his breath, and his heart seemed to beat faster than normal. He would've sworn it was ten degrees hotter than it was five minutes before she came out of the dressing room. Tearing his gaze away from Joss, he had gathered his photography equipment, and followed her down the beach toward a pile of rocks and brush. That had been a bad idea, he realized immediately as he had to watch her backside all the way to their designated spot. Damn.
As Joss positioned her body suggestively on the rocks, she made sure John was watching her every move…and oh was he. He had already begun snapping pictures before she even got set. Once she had her pose, sitting on the rock with her left leg bent under her while her right foot was flat against the rock, her legs apart, she leaned forward aggressively with her hands pressed against the rock, and her fingers splayed open, as if grasping for purchase. She lifted her head, letting her long, braided hair fall over her right shoulder, down her back, and then looked directly into the camera lens, allowing all the raw, repressed, desire she had for him blaze in her eyes. She heard John's sharp intake of breath. Then the dance began.
Joss moved over the rocks like a cat, smooth and sure. John caught every movement of her luscious body, spread before him like a feast, on camera. He didn't want to miss anything, so instead of changing out his film he simply changed cameras. He had four, and he used every one. It was if it was just the two of them there, all she had to do was pose, and all he had to do was worship her. He was reminded all too quickly that it wasn't just them, though. They were there to watch a number.
"Mr. Reese, I believe there might be some trouble down the beach. Where are you and Ms. Carter currently?" Harold's voice broke through shattering the cocoon John and Joss had woven around themselves during their foreplay-without-ever-touching photo shoot.
"We're on our way, Finch," John said, never taking his eyes from Joss.
When Joss began to climb down from the rocks John walked over to give her his hand. Looking in his eyes, she took it, stepping down, and right into his arms.
"To be continued," John whispered in his raspy voice.
"Most definitely, to be continued," Joss whispered back. Hand in hand they hurried down the beach.
A/N: Thank you SWWoman for getting this beta so quickly. This came to me after seeing a post of pics from Taraji's P. Henson's Bahama's trip on FB. I hope you enjoyed it. See you soon...