I smile inwardly as I hear the sound, keeping my eyes half closed and turned away as you had asked. The sun feels good on my skin and I want to stretch like the kitten that you say I remind you of. But I know, when you are working, discipline is the key.

You move toward me and your hands touch my arms in a manner almost clinical, adjusting, stepping back and evaluating. You finger skims my jaw as you lift my face more angling it towards the shadows. The dress you had picked for me, loose and flowing, held up only by two small straps at my shoulders, moves with the slight wind. You look at the sun, check the shadows at my back, the dappled pattern of the foliage on my skin. You seem satisfied and turn to pick up your equipment again.

I pose for a while, saying nothing as you fiddle and shoot. I hear a quiet curse and turn, you are searching through a bag, not finding what you are looking for. I take the opportunity to stretch out the kinks, making a sound of pleasure as my muscles sigh. Your head is down and I look my fill, enjoying the sight of you with a scowl on your face and your mind full of your work. The look of concentration on your face speaks to a little devil inside of me and I cannot resist.

You look up as I walk toward you, the same scowl still there but now directed at me.

"Something wrong?" you ask.

Your voice tingles through me, annoyance mixed with affection. I walk closer stopping within inches of your body.

"I need... something." I say, staring at your strong face.

"What? Water?"

I almost smile in anticipation. But that would ruin the effect that I hope for. "Mmm," is all female and you cock a brow at me in question.

My hand moves toward your face, stops short of touching you. I toy with a strand of your hair that refuses to lay still before sliding my hand through your hair and to the back of your neck. I pull you closer, lifting myself on the thin black heels that you had picked to go with the dress.

"This," I sigh an instant before my mouth flutters against yours. I angle my head, moving my lips against yours lightly, slipping my tongue out to play with the corners of your mouth. I move an inch closer, feeling the heat from your body touch my skin. There is an impression of lean chest close to mine, strong arms laden with equipment, near my body. But never touching. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue through your lips to taste the dark rich flavors of your mouth. Pleasure washes over me, tingles through me, tightening my nipples against the soft fabric. With a pleased exhale, I pull back, smile up at your bemused face before returning to the place you picked for me to pose.

I lick my lips, tasting you on them, pressing them together to hold onto that taste. I can see your gaze follow my tongue, hear the heavy sound of the breath you exhale. The little devil in me grins.

You set down your equipment, carefully. It pleases me that you have that control over your needs. If you didn't, things would definitely go too fast. You start toward me and I take up the pose you had last placed me in, angling my face away from you. The strap of my dress slips down my arm, the deep neckline of the dress catches on my nipple, staying there by the wisp of a prayer. "Is this how you want me?" I ask, all innocence.

I hear the comment you make under your breath, a dark promise of how you want me and how you'll take me before you turn back to your equipment. You fix whatever was wrong and I hear the shutter click once more. I know this shoot is important to you, these pictures necessary for the layout you are doing so I try my best to behave. But kittens have been known to be impish when the mood catches. And watching you watch me through the eye of the camera, the steadiness of your hands as I preen in front of you, is too much temptation for me.

You ask me to move, and I do twisting just so that the dress slides down and my breast is exposed to your gaze. My head is turned, looking down, one arm next to my side, the other across my waist.

"Don't move." The order almost makes me jump but I obey. I hide the smile behind downcast eyes and innocent expressions as you move around me with your camera. The wind picks up, pulling hair from the upswept style and making the long strands flutter around my face.

I move once more, shifting so the dress slides further, the other tiny strap catching against my elbow leaving me naked from the waist up. The sun against my skin makes me want to purr in unabashed pleasure and I arch my back, lifting my breasts. The wind flirts with my skin, tautening my nipples and I shiver a little as it tingles through me.

You put your camera down and I look up at you, smiling, unashamed that I delight so in my body. You move close, your tee shirt brushing against my hands. I catch it, both hands at your waist, holding on to you. Your hands come to my face, cupping it, lifting it until you are inches from me.

"You're a natural," you say to me. "A minx, a seductress. I want you, kitten." You take the last step that melds our bodies together as thoroughly as you meld your mouth to mine. Your fingers touch my collarbone, slide over to my shoulders, down my back, arching me into your body. Your hands are warm against my body, strong and slightly rough. A working man's hands that aren't afraid to be gentle.

The dress is caught at my waist, held by the straps caught at my elbows, holding my arms down. I want to touch you, feel your chest against my breasts. I struggle against the straps but you stop me, holding me with those big hands against my waist.