The First Photoshoot

"What's the matter?" John asked the flustered designer after her question. It was obvious he'd made her as turned on and uncomfortable as she had made him earlier...and he was loving every second of the sweet, sweet payback! That blush covering her face sure was sweet and it only egged him on. He shrugged at her innocently and said, "Hey, at least I'm wearing underwear this time. Just like you asked."

Just what the hell did he do now? John had thought that listening to Celi and wearing underwear would put her in a good mood, not make her into a sour puss. Oh well, I suppose I'd better just get on with this photo shoot before it takes all day. The fighter thought to himself and sauntered over to the spot she had designated for him. He stood there for a moment, eying the camera with some hesitation before his turned his attention back to the designer. Exactly how did she want him to pose? And what kind of emotion did she want from him? "All right. Now what?"

So Celi wanted him to focus on her and imagine that the it was just the two of them laughing and joking? Well, he could probably swing that. Thinking about it for a moment, John imagined that the two of them were back in her house, joking in her workroom. He was teasing her about something and she was getting mad at him -big surprise- as he was laughing. It always amused him when she'd get so frustrated with him over nothing.

After all, the anger rushing through her colored her cheeks faintly a frustrated blush and her eyes flash with a glorious fury. Why was it that she was so beautiful when she was angry? Unconsciously, his lips slowly curved into a sleek, sexy grin, his icy blue eyes focused on the scene of a flustered Celi in the outfit she was currently wearing. No. Without the wrap top. Yeah, he liked that image far better. The look he was giving Celi was a lusty, flirtatious and yet somehow dangerous grin.

If the look on his face wasn't pointedly obvious in his intentions, nothing was. It spoke volumes without him even having to open his mouth. The particles in the air were vibrating with the intense sexual tension as his icy blue eyes roamed over her. That outfit really was going to be his undoing if she was going to continue to wear it for long. The clicking of the camera lens barely registered in his mind, as did the presence of her team members, as John focused on the voluptuous form of the magenta haired designer.

Hopefully this photo shoot wasn't going to last too much longer. The sweet promise of unwinding with Celi after a long hard day of work, plus this fashion shoot, was enough to start making him impatient. His gaze darted over to Max, his expression changing to mirror his growing impatience. "Is that all you need?"

How very perceptive these people were...and helpful too! Because telling the two of them to head out early was exactly what John had been wanting them to do. It wasn't as if he didn't want to model for the photo shoot today - okay, in all honesty he didn't want to, but it was for Celi - he just wanted to get things rolling. John wasn't one to sit around when there was something that needed to be done, and in his personal opinion, something definitely needed to be done.

That particular something was his date with the lovely lady in the feminine version of his arena stage outfit. Since John had received the 'okay' from the rest of the team, he decided it would only be right to graciously accept the early excusal from work. After all, it would be downright rude to refuse it, right? So he grabbed his work clothes in one hand and Celi's free hand in the other and pulled her from the room, back out into the hallway. "Let's go." Was all he said. But it was all that needed to be said.

"I'm sure your friends will take care of things here." John said dismissively as he led her down the stairs to the ground floor, "Besides, you and I have somewhere to be... or don't you remember? You and I have a date and I don't know about you, but I'm eager to go." He was leading Celi out of the building and across the grass in record time, his long, powerful strides causing her to have to half jog to keep up with him. There was no doubt about it - he was definitely in a hurry to get off campus.

Within a minute or so, they reached John's light blue truck. The beat up rust bucket was old, but ran a lot better than most people thought it would. Leading her over to the passenger side door, he opened it for her. But instead of waiting for her to get in, he pinned her against the side of the seat cushion and captured her lips with his. His mouth was hard, unyielding and plundered hers without giving her any room for protest.

As the fighter devoured her mouth, his rough and calloused hands slipped around her slender waist, wrapping around her in a firm grip. Sure, he could have left her pinned against the seat, but it felt so good to hold her in his arms and pull her to his chest. Celi's soft, voluptuous curves pressed invitingly against the hard, unyielding muscles in his chest and abdomen. Her hands sliding around his neck for support had his blood running wild and the sweet moan that sounded in her throat was music to his ears.

John could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, could feel Celi's pulse fluttering against the skin of his neck. She was surrendering so willingly that he couldn't help but take advantage of the situation and fully explore her mouth with his tongue, probing and tangling with her own. A hand came up to stroke her cheek, brush her hair away from her face and then cradle her as the kiss turned sensual. Eventually, he pulled away and looked down at her. Her lips were reddened and swollen from his kissing, a blush tinted her cheeks and her breath was a little shaky. "We'd better get out of here before I toss you in that seat and jump on you." John said, eying her.

At Celi's curt reply, John quirked an eyebrow at her. He could have sworn that she had been enjoying the way he was kissing her just a moment ago! But it wasn't John that she was upset with. No, her biting violet glare was aimed past him and right at a group of college girls who were dressed like tramps. Well... to be fair, Celi didn't have much covering her own body either. But there was no way he was going to complain!

Glancing at the girls for just a moment, he grinned at them and jovially called, "Just takin' my girlfriend out for our date. She sure is a beaut, ain't she?" Then he spun Celi so that her back was towards the girls and gave her butt a good smack before picking her up and plopping her in the seat. Flashing her an impish smile, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and shut the truck door. His long strides brought him around to the driver's side, where he hopped in and turned the engine over.

The engine roared to life and John peeled out of the parking spot without a second glance at the girls that had been oogling him. Chicks like that were a dime a dozen, but he was making off with one heck of a jackpot. Speaking of which, Celi was seated in his passenger seat still looking fairly jealous. There was a grumpy little pout on her face that made John want to lean over and kiss her again, but he was driving, so that was out of the question. Instead, he set his hand on her thigh and gave it a little squeeze. "You look so damn cute when you're jealous."

As unexpected as it was to have Celi suddenly bounce into his lap from the force of hitting that pothole, John was still quick enough not to miss a beat. "Hey babe! I'm glad to see how 'not jealous' you are by havin' you jump into my lap, but maybe next time you'll wait 'til I'm not drivin'? S'not exactly safe, ya know." John said jovially, managing to somehow not collide with oncoming traffic with her awkwardly sitting on his lap. It was probably all the experience he had with carting his siblings around all the time.

But hey, John didn't mind having her in his lap. In fact, her soft tush fit pleasantly on his legs and her meager weight was more comforting than anything else. So he simply continued to drive, resting an arm around her comfortably. Well, he was comfortable. Celi probably wasn't, what with the way she was plopped on top of him. With a little shifting - specifically, with John grabbing her by her butt and sliding her over so that she could straighten her legs out - she looked more comfortable. "Better?" He asked her, then, "Where do you wanna eat?"

"You don't care where we eat?" John asked her in surprise. He would have thought that she might already have a restaurant in mind, most likely a nice one, but that didn't seem to be the case. Glancing at her, he saw that his candid adjusting of Celi seemed to have gotten the better of her and had made her more sensitive and responsive to him. She definitely seemed to be more apt to give in to her desires, should he bring them up. But was he really the kind of guy that would do such a thing? Hell yes! Any red blooded male in his position would, if they had any sense.

So John did what was natural and picked the closest diner he could think of and started driving in that direction. It was small, relatively quiet and affordable. And it was known for having great food. While the two rode in the old pickup, the hand that had gotten comfortable around her slid up her stomach and blatantly copped a feel of her chest. "Hey, not bad." He commented, giving it a little squeeze.

"You're right." John said, giving her another squeeze, "It isn't safe." With that, he whipped into the closest parking lot. As luck would have it - or the fact that John knew the poor parts of Rai Island like the back of his hand - it was the parking lot of the diner he had been intending to take her to. Though not necessarily a hugely popular place to eat amongst the upper class, this little mom and pop diner was the restaurant of choice for the Wilders when they wanted to grab a bite while out in town.

As soon as the old truck was parked, his mouth was on hers like a hungry wolf pouncing on a rabbit. Celi was taken by surprise no doubt at his action, but how could he possibly help himself? The girl was seated in his lap, wearing very little and was trying to hide the fact that she desperately wanted him. And he wasn't exactly doing the best job of hiding how much he wanted her, either. When he eventually - and grudgingly - regained his self control, John nodded towards the old 50s styled restaurant and muttered, "We're here. Why don't we order something to go and head back to your place?"

At her state of dress - or undress - he grinned widely. "What do ya need a bra for? Just let those beauties breathe and you'll be glad you did!" John said candidly, clearly not regretting her lack of breastly support. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like Celi was going to share his enthusiasm for her untethered bosoms. Especially in their current state of arousal. It was crystal clear how much the cowboy was enjoying the view and he made no effort to hide his staring. In fact, he whistled and gave her a hungry wink. "Well if you don't want to eat here for now, we could go somewhere and all for takeout. Then you and I could... appreciate each other a bit more."

John had the audacity to look offended. "It's not all I think about!" He insisted, pulling the door latch and swinging the driver side door open, "It's mostly all I think about." And with that incredibly important correction, he slid out of the driver seat. Celi, who had been precariously perched on his lap, slid out with him. He expecting the squeak of indignation at his actions, but he hadn't expected her to sound so undignified. And being the perfect gentleman he was(n't), he promptly burst out laughing at her distress.

The glower of absolute doom she gave him only served to make him laugh harder.

"Aw, c'mon honey. Don't get your designer panties in a twist, I've got a jacket in here for ya." He chuckled in amusement. Reaching behind the seat, he produced a worn out jacket and held it out to her. "Here. Will this make you feel better?"