Kodak Moment
A Let Love In side story
By Terri Botta
Disclaimer: I don't own the Southern Vampires. Sole copyright belongs to Charlaine Harris. I'm poor so don't sue.
Rating: M for later chapters.
Timeframe: Post-From Dead to Worse
Pairing: Eric/Sookie
Summary: The Monday night photoshoot for Fangtasia's nude male calendar
A/N: Eric and Sookie were having too much fun. There will be one more chapter after this.
Chapter Three
Alfred turned just about as pale as a black man could turn, and he repeated the amount with disbelief. "Five thousand dollars?"
"In cash. For the use of this studio for one hour," Eric confirmed.
"To do what?"
"I wish to take pictures of my bonded, and she refuses to be photographed by a stranger."
"No porn. I don't do no porn, Mr. Northman," the man countered, worried and disappointed.
"I assure you none of the pictures I intend to take will be at all pornographic. Besides, you will never have to see them because I will be using my own camera."
"You won't need to use my equipment?"
"Only your lights and a couple of your sets."
The man considered the offer, and Sookie dipped into his head to hear what he was thinking,
'Holy freaking shit! Five grand! That'd buy the new telephoto lens I want and get Irene a new fridge, and it'll buy a whole busload of Christmas presents! Plus 5-freaking percent on the calendar! Man, if the guy's gonna use his own camera, Irene don't ever need to find out what kind of kinky pictures the damn vamp wants to take of his woman. Shit, she sure is pretty. Bet he's gonna do nudes. Too bad. I would've liked to see those boobs of hers…'
She winced. Men were all the same. Eric might love her body, but he never objectified her like so many human guys did.
"So, do we have a deal, Mr. Cumberland?" her Viking asked innocently.
Al grinned. "Mr. Northman, you got yourself a deal. I'll take Irene, Sarah and Kathleen out for dinner, and we won't rush so y'all can take your time. You can use the studio until we get back."
Eric pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and counted out five crisp thousand-dollar bills. She'd never seen a thousand-dollar bill before, and she couldn't keep herself from staring as Eric handed the money over.
'Would you like one of your very own, my lover?' he asked slyly.
'Five thousand dollars, Eric?'
'I wanted to make him an offer I knew he couldn't refuse.'
Alfred managed to keep from drooling over the bills as he accepted them and hastily put them into his shirt pocket.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Northman, it was a pleasure doing business with you."
"Indeed. It is always a pleasure doing business with you, Alfred. You have a fun time out with your family, and I will let you know my final decisions for the poses for the calendar by Friday."
"No problem, Mr. Northman. You two have a great evening. It was very nice to see you again, Miss Stackhouse."
They left the office and Alfred locked it up, trying not to hurry them too much in his eagerness to get his money into the bank. He was about to leave them to their business when Eric called him back.
"Oh, and Alfred…"
The photographer halted his exit and looked nervously at the vampire.
"Yes, Mr. Northman?"
"Those pictures of my bonded in your sample books? I think you know what I would like done with those," her Viking said, his voice a steel blade wrapped in velvet.
There was a tense pause, then Al nodded. "Of course, Mr. Northman. I will erase the files from my hard drives and destroy the proofs."
"Thank you, Alfred. You have a pleasant evening."
"You too, Mr. Northman."
She waited for the man to be gone up the stairs before she turned to her lover. "You want him to destroy those pictures?" she accused.
He gave her a bland look, but she knew better. There were sheathed daggers behind those eyes.
"I will not have my bonded's assets on display for anyone to see. Those poses were scandalous."
"We were… I was fully clothed, and I was doing it as a favor. There were no… sexy feelings involved. I was actually kinda bored," she argued.
He wasn't convinced. "We both know that I have fucked you when you were fully clothed, and you didn't look bored in those photos."
"I was pretending. I can do that, you know."
He raised an eyebrow curiously. "You can't with me. I always know."
He leaned close, inhaling her scent to prove his point, and the sound of his deeply indrawn breath made shivers run up her spine.
"I'm going to go get the camera from the car," he murmured, his lips close to her neck.
The words percolated into her head, reaching her brain about ten seconds after he said them. "Uhhhh…"
"While I'm gone, I want you to think about all of the ways you would like to pose for me, my lover."
He licked the pulse point behind her ear and then he was gone, leaving her dizzy and gasping. His only saving grace was that he was back in less than a minute, carrying the Wal-mart bag with the camera and another bag from a store she didn't recognize.
"Here, my lover, choose what you would like to put on first," he told her as he handed her the bag from the other store.
"Huh?" she answered, opening the bag to find a plethora of lingerie in an assortment of colors. "Oh…"
She looked up to see her Viking unpacking the camera and tripod and setting up the equipment as if he had been doing it all his life. She watched as he deftly attached the telephoto lens to the new camera and screwed the casing onto the tripod.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked.
"Why else do you think I wanted Alfred to take pictures of me with his niece?"
She gasped. "You wanted to see how he used the camera. That's why you asked him if he'd gone digital."
He gave her a cocky grin and a wink.
"You sneaky sneak!"
He chuckled and removed the lens cap from the camera, peering one eye through the sight.
"That looks to be about the right height," he commented, then lifted his head and looked at her expectantly. "So? Have you decided what you want to wear first?"
She came out of her surprise and peered back into the bag, lifting up the item on top. It was a long, sheer, white robe with satin ties and trim. It came with a matching satin thong.
"Oh, I like that one," Eric agreed. "That's a nice one to start with."
She began pulling more out. There was another sheer robe, but it was black with gold trim and matching black and gold panties, and a see-thru red nightie with a red thong. Next she took out an ice blue nightgown with sheer cutouts in strategic places and a long slit up the side. Under that she found a babydoll in palest pink with a pair of lacy pink panties. Last was a purple satin button up sleep shirt and a pair of purple satin underwear.
All of it was lovely and high quality, but there wasn't a single corset or bustier or anything vinyl or leather, which was odd because she figured he'd be into stuff like that.
'Oh, it has its place. And I'd love to put you in something leather and fur, but that's for another time,' he sent, his mindvoice soft and sultry.
"Let's go over to the vanity, my lover, and I'll do your makeup and hair," he suggested, offering her his hand so he could guide her to the same chair he'd been sitting in not too long ago.
She sat down and stared at him as he began using the cosmetic powders to mix a light foundation for her.
"Allow me," he said, picking up a large brush and lightly sweeping the delicate powder onto her face.
He covered her cheeks and forehead with long strokes, barely touching the brush to her skin, then he mixed a rouge and applied that to slightly accent her cheekbones.
"Your skin is flawless, my lover. You barely need anything at all. Just a thin layer of powder to smooth out your skin tone and give you a bit of a blush," he told her, his eyes intent.
He used the kohl on her eyes, which felt really weird because she felt the little wooden applicator actually touch her eyeball as he slid it between her closed lids, and he used the smallest bit of mascara just on the tips of her lashes. Lastly he mixed a lipstick from the same powder he used for the rouge, using a dropper full of some sort of binding liquid that was in the makeup case. He applied it with a tiny brush that tickled, and she giggled a bit.
When he was done, he turned the chair to face the mirror, and she got a look at herself. The effect was stunning. She didn't look like she was wearing any makeup at all, yet her skin glowed and her lips were a healthy pink almost the same color as her natural lip tone. She watched him as he took the sable brush and began brushing out her hair, making it spill in blond waves over her shoulders.
"There. Perfect."
"Where did you learn to do all of this?"
"I told you. I'm self-taught. But I did have a little help. I spent some time in Hollywood in the 1950's. I was… seeing a makeup artist for MGM at the time. She showed me many… tricks of the trade."
"I'll say."
He grinned at her. "I am a fast learner. And now, my lover, it is time for you to strip."
She hesitated. Was she really going to do this?
"I assure you that the only two people who will ever see these pictures will be you and me. They are for our enjoyment only. No one else will ever lay eyes upon them."
He took her hands and pulled her to her feet, sliding his palms under her sweater to lift it up over her head. She let him and unclasped her bra, but paused.
"Al and his family are gone, right?"
"They left ten minutes ago from the back entrance. We are completely alone in the building," he assured her.
Well, he would know. His acute hearing could probably catch a single heartbeat on the third floor.
"There is a cat in the upper bedroom, but it's asleep," he confirmed with a smug smile.
She met his blue eyes, and bit her lip, then began feeling a little wicked as she let the bra fall to the tiled floor. His nostrils flared and she saw him lick his lips, but to his credit he didn't do anything else. Instead he stepped back and allowed her to slip out of her skirt and hose until she was standing there in nothing but the cotton panties she'd put on earlier. Then those came off, too, and he was handing her the white satin thong for her to shimmy into as he slid the sheer white robe onto her arms.
"Where do you want me?" she asked suggestively.
"Everywhere and anywhere, but for right now, I think I want you on the bedroom set," he answered, his eyes glowing.
She followed him to the section of the studio that had been made up with a bed. The long sheer robe billowed around her as she walked, but the ambient air was cool so she was getting goosebumps and her nipples grew hard. Eric noticed and made a little sound of pleasure, but he was studiously not touching her.
'If I start touching you, I won't be able to stop, and we will spend our hour fucking like rabbits and not get any pictures taken. I am employing a strict hands off policy while we are here, because if I don't we won't get anything done.'
'You'd get done…' she teased.
'Oh, I'll get done. I'll get done and you'll get done, and we will do each other at least two more times tonight, probably more, but right now we will have to settle for longing looks and sexy fantasies,' he cooed back,
'Is that what the lingerie is about? Your sexy fantasies?'
'Of course. The theme tonight is your feminine beauty. I've chosen lingerie that is soft and light and womanly. The next one we do will be all about your dangerous side. That will have the corsets and the leather.'
'You're assuming there will be a next one.'
He blinked at her. 'Of course there will be a next one.'
They had arrived at the bedroom set, and it was the same one that Eric had posed on in last year's calendar. The four-poster bed had been dressed in white and a backdrop of snowflakes had been hung on the wall for that photo, but today the bed was dressed in mardi gras colors of green, purple and gold. There were drapes of fabric on the wall to give it a "curtained" effect and numerous piles of different colored pillows to choose from.
"Lie down on the bed, my lover. On your side, facing me," Eric instructed.
She did as asked and Eric arranged her hair and robe, leaving it open to display her breasts, her goldgubbe nestled brightly between them. Then he brought the big lights and the camera over, and fiddled a bit, before taking the first set of pictures, then he rearranged a couple of the pillows and took a few more shots before letting her up and showing her the images on the camera's little display screen.
"See how magnificent you are, my lover?"
She had to agree. She looked like a model in a Victoria's Secret catalog except that her boobs weren't airbrushed out the way those models' were. He smiled at her and she smiled back, feeling loved and beautiful.
After they were done with the white robe, he had her take it, and the panties, off and lie on the bed on her back. He used the edge of the top sheet to drape over her hip and obscure her crotch while he asked her to put her hands behind her head. Then he asked her to turn over, and he took pictures of her lying on her stomach, her nude body nestled amid a kaleidoscope of jewel colors, her hair spilling over her shoulders and falling over the pillows. The next pose had her kneeling on the bed, clasping one of the posts and looking at the camera with a "why don't you come over here, Big Boy?" look on her face. Then, because he thought the purple would go well with the mardi gras colors on the bed, he asked her to put on the purple sleepshirt, but to leave it unbuttoned as he took more pictures of her on the bed in various poses.
The whole experience was sexy and exciting, and she found herself really enjoying it. The hands off policy might mean he wouldn't touch her, but that didn't mean she couldn't tease him or entice him, so she would touch herself lightly – a brush to a sensitive nipple here, a caress to her bottom there. She was really getting to him because his fangs were staying down, and the bulge in his pants was clearly noticeable, but they were both loving it. It was so much more fun than when she'd posed with Claude.
'Just wait until I get you out of here, my lover,' he purred.
'Just wait until I get you out of here,' she countered, smoldering at him, and grinned when she saw him shudder and lick his lips.
When they were done with the bedroom set, they moved to the "library" where he had her pose on a plush, brown leather chair with her hair up in a matronly bun and wearing nothing but a book in her lap. He even found a pair of school-marm glasses that he perched on her nose. She told him that she was imagining the book to be the Kama Sutra, and his nostrils flared, but then he grinned.
"The abridged or unabridged version?" he asked, his eyes boring holes right into her. The look went right to her southernmost parts, and she prayed she wouldn't smear anything on the leather.
They moved on to another set, this one made up to look like a Greek or Italian villa with fake marble columns and a "staircase." He had her wear the black lingerie set for those poses, placing her on the stairs and behind the columns, the robe unclasped and hanging loosely on her shoulders. She pretended that they were in some romantic location like some of the places she'd read about in books like Tuscany or Milan.
"Do you want to go there? I'll take you. I'll take you anywhere you wish to go: Paris, Rome, Venice, the Greek Isles. The whole world is at our feet, my lover," her Viking told her, coming forward to fluff her hair a bit and pull the black see-thru fabric aside to bare one breast while leaving the other "covered."
"I'd settle for Disney World," she teased.
He grinned. "They have night hours for vampires now, you know."
She laughed and turned around, making him take a picture of her from her rear looking over her shoulder, as if he had surprised her in her morning robe. He smiled and pulled back his lips to make sure she could see how much she was pleasing him.
"You are a natural at this, my lover."
"What's next?" she asked, feeling the need to move things along.
"The blue nightgown on the New Orleans set," he answered indicating a set that had been done up to look like the interior of a Creole townhouse in the Quarter, complete with "peeling" stucco.
She nodded and shucked the black robe and panties in lieu of the slinky ice blue shift. The sheer panel cutouts plunged down between her breasts all the way to her navel, and more went up the sides of the gown. She didn't bother to put on the panties that came with it.
There was a French divan for the set, and Eric asked her to lie on it, the straps for the gown dipping off her shoulders and her goldgubbe dangling out, then he had her pull the front down just enough to bare one breast and lift the bottom to show her naked hip and thigh.
"This one will be November," he said.
"Why November?"
"Because that is the month of our anniversary and this gown reminds me of the dress you wore on the night of our bonding."
"Oh," she breathed, and the memory of him in the Viking regalia made her stomach muscles clench.
They moved on to a set that was made up in pastels with a white wicker loveseat and a white rocking chair. She put on the pink babydoll for that set and posed in a variety of not-so-innocent poses, then she took off the babydoll and posed on the loveseat, a little pillow strategically placed to obscure her privates. She reached down and touched herself behind the pillow, giving Eric a heated look that made him growl and press his crotch against the tripod.
"Careful. You wouldn't want to break that," she cooed.
"You are a minx, my lover."
"Am I in trouble?" she asked innocently.
"You have no idea. Now, since you cannot keep your hands to yourself, favor me and pinch those perfect nipples of yours to make them stand out."
"Yes, my mate," she replied, doing as he asked. They both groaned.
When they were done with that set, he directed her to the Holiday sets and put her in the red see-thru nightie. There she posed in front of the Christmas Tree set with a present and a sprig of mistletoe, then she stripped out of the nightie and posed on the "bearskin" rug, lying on her side, her hair cascading over the bear's head. The position brought back all sorts of memories from earlier and also from last night, and she smiled coyly at him.
"Why don't you take one of the two of us together on this rug?" she suggested.
He blinked at her. "How would I do that? I don't remember a remote coming with this camera."
"Doesn't it have a self-timer? I thought almost all cameras came with them nowadays," she answered.
He frowned then dug in the camera bag to retrieve the camera's manual. He looked at the back index, then flipped to a page near the middle, and cracked his face into a big grin.
"So it does, my lover."
Her smile widened and she patted the fur. "So then why don't you come on over here, you big Viking, and we'll take a shot of both of us."
He gave her such a heated, sexy look that she thought she might spontaneously combust right there, and he was just reaching to pull off his T-shirt when he came to an abrupt halt, his head rearing up and his nostrils flaring.
"You need to get dressed, my lover. Quickly."
"What is it?" she asked, but she was already on her feet.
"Alfred and his family just pulled up out back."
"But it hasn't been…" She looked at the clock on the wall. It had been nearly ninety minutes since they'd started. "Oh. Gosh, did we loose track of time or what?"
"Time flies when you're having fun," he answered with a sexy grin as he picked her up and rushed her over to the dressing area where her clothes were.
By the time she was dressed, he'd already gathered up all of the lingerie and put it back in the shopping bag, and he had the camera equipment almost packed away. They were just in time, too, because the back entrance to the studio opened and four people came walking in.
"Hi, Mr. Northman," Kathleen greeted, starry-eyed.
"Well, hello again, my dear. Did you have a good supper?" her Viking cooed, retracting his tripod to put it into its spot on the exterior of the camera case.
"Oh yes. Uncle Al took us to the Texas Roadhouse."
He looked at her, his eyes questioning.
'It's a steak place. They let you throw peanut shells on the floor.'
He blinked. 'I fail to see the draw. It must be a nightmare for the staff. I'd drop kick anyone who tossed peanut shells on the floor of my bar right out the door.'
She shrugged and he smiled at her, the secret smile that made the corners of his mouth crinkle.
"That must have been such fun for you. Did you annoy the staff by tossing your peanut shells on the floor?" he asked.
Kathleen giggled and made goo-goo eyes at Eric. "You've been there?"
"No, my dear. The last time I had beef, the bull was still kicking," Eric answered blandly, and Kathleen had the good sense to gasp.
"Are you finished using the studio, Mr. Northman?" Alfred asked, giving the studio a close once-over.
"Yes, Alfred. Your timing is perfect. We were just finishing up," her Viking replied.
The family approached, but Sookie noticed that the two older women were wary. One was Irene, Alfred's wife. The other had to be his sister, Sarah. They were looking around the studio curiously, but since everything had been set back to rights, there were absolutely no clues as to what they had been up to not five minutes before. She was fully dressed and sitting demurely on one of the makeup chairs, looking for all the world as if the last thing she'd been doing was posing naked on a bearskin rug. Alfred was doing his best not to look disappointed. He'd been hoping to "catch" them in the middle of the photoshoot – his speculations weren't that far off the mark, although his poses were much more "Debbie Does Dallas" than "Victoria's Secret."
'Hmmph. Anyone can do porn, but it takes a true artist to do erotica,' her mate complained.
She tried to hide her smile by turning her head away.
"In fact, we will be out of your hair just as soon as I get this camera packed," Eric went on, moving to detach the zoom lens from the front of the camera's casing.
"The Olympus EVOLT E-300," Alfred commented. "That's a nice camera."
Eric shrugged. "So I have been told. It functioned adequately. I will reserve judgment until after I have printed out the pictures I took tonight."
"You'll have to let me know what you think of it," the photographer said,
Eric nodded and put the camera and the zoom lens away in the camera bag. "I will." He offered her his palm and she slipped her hand into it, allowing him to gently pull her to her feet. "And now, my lover, we must go to Fangtasia, and I need to see about securing you your own supper." He kissed the back of her hand, his cool lips lingering on her skin as he looked at her with his blue, blue eyes. "Shall we?"
She gave him a tender smile and sidled up to him. "We most certainly shall."
Eric turned to Al and his family, giving them a little incline of his head. "Irene, pleasure to see you again."
"Mr. Northman," the middle-aged black woman replied, her eyes cautious.
He nodded to Kathleen and her mother, his eyes laughing. "A pleasure to meet you, my dear. Have a safe trip back to Minneapolis."
The teen giggled. "Thanks, Mr. Northman."
He took her arm and led her towards the door. "I'll be in touch later this week, Alfred. You have a good night."
"Bye, Mr. Northman!" Kathleen called as they slipped out of the studio.
"You do know that she is going to moon over you and fantasize about you for the next seven years," she said as they got into the Corvette.
"There are worse things. Do you fantasize about me, my lover?" he asked with a leer.
She snorted and crossed her legs, not bothering to grace that with an answer.
"Would you like to go to Texas Roadhouse?" he teased.
She looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "Ah. No, thank you."
"Then where shall I take my lovely mate for her meal? She must eat for she will need every bit of her energy later."
Only Eric Northman could make something benign sound like pure sex.
"I'd let you eat me, my lover. You know I… satisfy."
She groaned and rolled her eyes, but her legs parted involuntarily and her nipples hardened.
"Why don't we just stop at the Quikmart, and I'll get one of their pre-packaged chef's salads?" she suggested.
He frowned. "I have heard unsatisfactory things about the quality of their food. I think I will take you to Herby K's. I seem to remember that you liked their catfish dinner, and their service is very quick. Is that an acceptable compromise, my lover?
She nodded. "Sure, that'll be fine, if we get it to go and I can eat it while you're doing your paperwork."
"Agreed. It will drive my staff crazy to smell fried fish in Fangtasia."
She snickered and gave him an exasperated look. "You love tormenting them, don't you."
He grinned. "Just wait until I announce karaoke night. I think I may have a full revolt on my hands after that."
"Thalia alone will try to kill you."
He just laughed.
Less than half an hour later, she was seated in Eric's office, enjoying her fried catfish and crawfish etouffee (Herby K's was one of the few places that made an etouffee without garlic.) Eric was behind his desk, sifting through the piles of invoices and weekly reports, and already looking fed up with all of it.
She finished off her meal and chased it down with a glass of iced tea, then she amused herself by taking the time to closely study Eric's office. She hadn't spent a great deal of time in the room, and the times when she had been there, she'd been too occupied with a) almost getting killed, b) almost dying from a maenad wound, and c) trying to find a spot to sit for the big pre-Rhodes planning meeting. Now that she had time, she was finding his varied collection of knickknacks, posters and pictures very interesting.
Unfortunately, it was only interesting for about fifteen minutes, after that she started getting antsy. She sighed and Eric flicked her a look, peering at her over his computer screen. The light from the monitor was making his eyes glow.
"Sookie?"
"Can I help?"
"Not really, but I'm almost done. I'll be finished soon and then we can go home."
"Okay."
"I have some magazines if you'd like something to read," he offered.
"Which ones?"
He rooted around on his desk and pulled out some rumpled issues. "American Vampire, BusinessWeek, Forbes, and the latest issue of People."
She held out her hand and he tossed the magazines over. She caught them because her reflexes were still pretty quick from their blood exchange on Isle Elena, and soon she was flipping through the pages, reading about the latest business trends, an interview with a newly come out of the coffin actor in Hollywood ('I knew he was a vamp! All those nighttime movies and underground scenes.'), and Brangelina's newest third world adoptee.
That kept her occupied for about a half hour, then she was bored again, and looking for something to do. She spied a calendar on the back of Eric's office door, and she was reminded of the pictures they'd been taking earlier. A wicked smile crossed her lips, and she decided to play a little. Eric must have been on to her because he paused in his reading and looked at her curiously.
"My lover?"
"Nothing. Will you be done soon?"
"Another twenty minutes, I promise."
"Okay."
She waited about ten, taking up some time by going to the bathroom to take care of necessaries and check her makeup, then she sauntered back into the office and sat back down on the couch. Eric was still immersed in his invoices, but the intent expression on his face was cute.
She watched him for a bit, enjoying how he absently bit his lip when he was trying to puzzle something out, then began to lightly touch herself. She started with her breasts, just light brushes over her nipples, until she saw him pause and look at her. She tried to look innocent until he went back to his papers. She started again, this time caressing her inner thigh through the denim.
'What are you doing, my lover?' his mindvoice slid into her head.
'Nothing…' she insisted coyly.
'Hmmm. Nothing feels very much like… something.'
'You must be imagining things.'
'I must be because my Sookie would never finger herself in my office. That's something I can only fantasize about.'
'Really? You've fantasized about me in your office?'
'More times than I can count. And here you are, and I am buried in paperwork, when I'd rather be buried inside you. It's torture.' He gave a mental sigh.
'Would you like me to stop doing nothing?'
'Oh no. You may keep doing nothing. I can withstand the pain.'
She smiled and licked her lip, then touched her leg again. Eric flicked an eye at her, smiled, and resumed his work, but she did see him shift a bit in his chair. She kept going, and for the next fifteen minutes she very lightly and very gently stroked the flames of arousal to a low simmer. She was practically trembling with anticipation when she saw him finally sit back from his work and look at her with predatory eyes.
"All done?" she asked sweetly.
He swallowed and nodded.
"Why don't you go get the camera?"
He was gone before she could see him move, and he was back before she could count to twenty, camera bag in hand, fangs fully down.
"What… did you have in mind, my lover, for a picture?" he asked, his voice a little unsteady.
She smiled and pulled her sweater over her head, dropping it to the carpeted floor. Her bra joined it. Eric grinned at her and began setting up the camera as she slid out of her skirt. She left the panties and thigh highs on, however, and her modest two-inch heeled brown leather pumps. Eric raised his eyebrows, but nodded approvingly.
'You're really getting into this, aren't you, my lover?'
'I have a good teacher.'
She slightly parted her legs, then she put her arms up behind her head, lifting her hair and turning her chin so that the camera had a three-quarter view of her face. She tried to put all of her building and stymied passion into the look she gave the camera. She heard Eric groan, felt the lust across the bond, and then she saw the flash of the camera as he took the shot. Three seconds later, she was being pushed back against the couch, and her cotton panties were on their way to Valhalla, but that was okay because he was about to send her there with them – figuratively of course.
"You are a vision," he moaned through clenched teeth as she felt him testing her readiness. She was ready. Oh boy! Was she ready!
His pants were open, his T-shirt pulled out of his jeans. She arched her pelvis and grabbed his shoulders, begging, and then he was in her, thrusting so hard she saw stars. She cried out in pain and ecstasy, clinging to him as they coupled on the leather upholstery, and they both knew the other wouldn't last long.
"Eric!" she gasped, arching as he found her breasts.
She could hear the couch creaking and banging against the office wall, and she was so glad they were alone. They were desperate for each other, desperate for the oneness their union brought them, and she could hear Eric's litany of love and passion and need echoing through the bond.
'My lover, my lover, my lover.'
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried, then screamed when he bit her breast.
The bite made her climax, and she clamped down on him, her nails digging into the skin on his shoulders as she shook. A rending snarl ripped out of him as he came himself, pushing that much deeper into her, and shuddering violently in release. In the aftermath, he held her and stilled her trembling, planting feather-light kisses on her face and chest.
"You are amazing," he whispered. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
He looked over his shoulder to the tripod then smiled at her. "I think we are going to have far too much fun with that camera."
TBC…