What the camera doesn't see.

�� "No, wait, you turned the wrong way. Yea, no, wait! Now you've got too far." she sighed dejectedly. Aria lowered the camera from her face and rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. It had been a very busy day, and she could think of nothing more she wanted to do than take a long shower and crawl under her nice cool silk sheets. Instead, she was stuck in her studio with a client that was flying out in two days. It was just her luck that this was his only time slot.

�� Aria watched amazed as he struggled to position himself in just the right amount of light. Normally, she would laugh to herself and let him continue, but she was tired. In one fluid motion, she glided over to him and moved him into the light. He stood, mouth almost gaping at the liquid ease of her stride. She lifted the five pound lens back to her face with a silent groan.

�� "Chris, you'll catch flies that way." Aria teased gently as he closed his mouth and swallowed roughly. "Aren't you even going to smile?" she asked innocently, setting one hand akimbo when he remained distant and dumb founded. Aria was beautiful, but she didn't think about or believe in nonsense such as grandeur. All that mattered was she had a good job that she was good at. Chris watched her absently as she impatiently tucked a golden curl behind her multiple pierced ear. He licked his lips and posed artificially. Aria scowled, just as he suspected.

�� "Christopher, this is neither the time nor the place to try my patience. You know usually I'd be ecstatic that you chose me to do your pictures, but it's been an extremely long day, and I'm ready to just go home. Now, either you quit trying to tick me off, or we'll finish this when you return from Berlin. Frankly, I'd like to get it over with. There's a good chance I'd be even more fun to be with then." Aria finished with a civil threat Chris smiled. He got back into his first position and waited for her to continue snapping her photographs.

�� "I'll be good, I promise." He shot her a puppy dog face with the voice to match. Aria sighed again. She knew her resolve couldn't stand against that face, and she felt herself melt. She watched as Chris became the complete professional she knew he could be. Even with all the seriousness, Aria couldn't help but smile as her eyes drifted lazily over his bare torso. He coughed suddenly, and she straightened up quickly. Aria felt her cheeks flush when Chris shot her a sly grin letting her know she'd been caught. Hurriedly, she finished clicking off the roll of film.

�� "Okay, that's it. If you give me, uh, about half an hour, I can have your proofs." Aria relayed as she slipped the strap from around her neck and unloaded the black tape from her camera. Chris just nodded as he pulled on his shirt, and made himself comfortable in her director's chair. Her relaxed slowly and watched as Aria disappeared into her dark room with the three rolls of film from his shoot.

�� About ten minutes later, Aria reemerged without her white over shirt she'd been wearing, and her hair pulled into a sloppy pencil-held bun. She began organizing her paints table, completely forgetting that Chris hadn't left.

�� Getting bored of sitting every way possible, Chris got out of the blue director's chair and snuck up behind Aria, hugging her pruriently.

�� "Chris!" Aria jumped slightly. "Oh, sorry, I thought you had left. I forgot you were waiting for proofs. They'll be about fifteen minutes more." Aria leaned back into his arms after a slight tug, and breathed in deeply. She could still smell the faint aroma of the Calvin Klein cologne she had watched him spritz on at the beginning of the shoot.

�� "Aria, how long has it been since we've been able to spend time together?" Chris asked, leaning down to whisper into her ear. Aria closed her eyes and involuntarily tilted her head to his shoulder. Gently, Chris placed his lips on her collar bone and blew soft butterfly kisses in the hollow space. He smiled wistfully as he felt Aria shudder against him. Her knees began to give out and betray her feelings, so Chris lifted her in the same liquid ease as her stride and laid her on the pillows that had been set out for a previous shoot.

�� Aria arched her back upwards unable to control the wave of feelings that urged her forward. Chris his hands up under her tank-top and eased them over her erect nipples, grazing his thumbs over the stiff buds. Aria squirmed and giggled childishly at the sensation and lifted ever so slightly as Chris flung her shirt across the room.

�� "Chris. . .don't tease!" Aria pleaded as she pulled off his shirt. "You're always such a tease."

�� "Oh, I'm a tease, am I?" Chris asked as he rocked back onto his haunches and stopped touching her. "So, perhaps I should just stop." he stood up slowly.

�� "You are teasing now, so get your ass back down here." Aria admonished lightly, grabbing his jeans and pulling him down be his belt loops. Chris sank down quickly.

�� "If I'm going to stop teasing, we do things my way. Understand?" Chris asked seriously, lifting his weight completely off of Aria in push-up fashion. He hovered in her ear, without touching her. She whimpered in agony. She would agree to anything at this point to get him back down, the more he spoke, the hotter she was getting. Although she had never seen him get aggressive, she knew for a short guy, he was powerful. That, how ever was just something she would have to risk to keep her pride intact.

�� "Your way, huh?" Aria pulled herself out from under Chris' arms and into a sitting position. "What if I don't like your way?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her bare bosom haughtily and glared daringly at him. Chris grinned sinfully.

�� "Then, you'll just have to deal with it." he growled as he pulled Aria back down and pressed against her chest until her breasts flattened painfully against the smooth ripples of his chest. She gasped and he took the opportune to assault her lips. He thrust his tongue sensuously into her mouth and coaxed hers into a dancing rhythm. Her hands slipped easily over his cascading back muscles and into his loose jeans. She ran her fingers softly over his tight behind. Chris broke the kiss, and he breathlessly licked down to one rose colored peak. He suckled it gently, eliciting a groan from inside of Aria. Her head thrashed backwards against the pillows as her nails gripped his taught buns. He moved his head to the other summit, running his tongue around the pucker in turn. Chris slipped his hands easily downward and unfastened her shorts. Suddenly, he couldn't get enough of the honey colored flesh that spanned out in front of him. Aria's hands flew to his hair as he slipped his fingers into the hem and pulled down. She pulled him back to face her and he molested her mouth once more. Looking down on her swollen and bruised lips Chris kissed her once more, gentler this time, but she forced him into her. Chris finished removing her shorts and he grinned down at her choice of underwear, or actually, lack thereof.

�� "You were expecting me, weren't you Ari darling? No underwear, tsk, tsk. Well, I'm not going to disappoint you then." Chris purred. Aria licked her top lip seductively. Expertly, she unfastened his jeans and rid him of them, abruptly unable to keep her hands off of him. He was commando as well, and she rolled him over and straddled his hips, just above his throbbing member. She slid backwards and over his ache slowly. Positioning herself, Aria slid onto him, all the way to the hilt. She let her head fall back, and her blond curls caressed his balls, sending him a wave of pleasure. Chris slipped his hands gracelessly onto her hips and she leaned down to kiss his moist lips.

�� "So much for your way." she murmured back. Chris picked her up and slammed her back down on him violently.

�� "Oh, you don't think I mean I want it my way, do you?" Chris grabbed her hips and flipped them over with out moving even slightly inside of her. "Well, you asked for it." He ground himself tightly against her hips and she mewed softly at the force. Without warning, he pulled out all the way to the tip and thrashed back into her cunt hostilely. Aria yelped in pain and tried to push him off of her. He had never been so rough before. He forced her back to him and buried his face into her neck with another blow. Tears slipped down Aria's cheek as she cried out in agony. After one more thrust Chris came artlessly inside her walls. Aria turned her head, unwilling to show him her weakness. Chris collapsed as he gazed down at her tear-stained face. "Oh, my God, what have I done?" he murmured as he pulled out of her warmth and rolled off of her. Softly, as if he was afraid to touch her, Chris drew Aria into his arms and kissed her shoulder. He cringed when she shrank away from him. She choked back a sob and it came out as a cough. Chris' eyes blurred and he uttered how sorry he was. He felt so calumnious for what he had done. He slipped his hand down toward her pressed legs and pried them apart gently. Chris slipped one finger across her wetness, and kissed her back.

�� "Aria," he cooed. "I know, that there is nothing I can ever say that would make you trust me again after hurting you. I'm so sorry. I never ever would hurt you on purpose. I was caught in the moment, and I went way too far." Chris continued to speak directly into her ear in short breathy tones as he rubbed her clit in small loving circles. Slowly, Aria began to relax against him, caught in the pleasure too much to think correctly. He had such a intoxicating effect on her body that she had trouble keeping her wits about her. Aria opened like a flower before Chris and he kissed her stained lips faintly.

�� "Chris," she croaked. "Make love to me." she pressed her lips into his once more as his eyes shot open in awe and he moved to flit over her. She spread her legs and he slowly entered her. Aria drew back slightly from memory, but when she looked into Chris' deep mahogany eyes, she knew he meant every word he had spoken. He rocked into her slowly still, but with a little more pressure than the first time. He continued at a lavish pace until she cried out in pleasure and he joined her in the predilection. This time, when Chris pulled himself out of her, she didn't shy away. Aria wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered 'apology accepted,' as they lay back comfortably.