Picture Perfect Moments

“There was no lens cap Kyon…” Tsuruya repeated, licking Kyon's ear like a cat toying with a mouse it had just caught.

Her words shot panic through his body and all he could do was just stand there in painful silence. He wished she would say something else, to forgive or condemn him. The silence was just too much. He wanted to turn around, to see if she looked angry or not, but to face her was just too difficult. He just stood there, waiting.

"Did you like taking pictures of me?" Tsuruya asked in a playfully daunting tone.

"A little... maybe." He muttered, still refusing to look at her.

"Did you like staring at my body through the lens of a camera?" She asked, her breath hot in his ear.

"Yeah..?" He breathed out timidly.

"Did you get excited staring at my hot little body?" She asked seductively.

Kyon felt a hand slip around his waist and brush against his crotch. He jumped back, spinning around to find Tsuruya laughing hysterically.

"Bwa ha ha ha, you should have seen your face, Kyon." She laughed, grabbing her sides. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone as long as you do something for me."

A glimmer of hope sparked up in Kyon's mind, but he wouldn't breathe a sigh of relief just yet. "What do you want me to do?" He asked nervously.

Once her giggles stopped, Tsuruya put on a straight face and replied. "You'll find out. Just meet me in the park we were yesterday at around five o'clock."

Then, without another word, she skipped away like a girl half her age. Kyon really couldn't even guess at what was going though that green head of hers, but if it saved him the embarrassment of being labeled some kind of voyeur, he was willing to play along. As he walked home in disbelief, he couldn't help but think that extortion like this was something Haruhi would come up with.

As the sun started sinking lower in the sky, Kyon headed out for the park. If he weren’t walking in to the unknown, this would have been a very relaxing walk. The trees were gently blossoming in rows down the streets, a warm breeze carrying soft petals through the air like snowflakes. The city he lived in wasn't too noisy and with most of the students home already, the roads where peacefully deserted. As he passed a few family run restaurants he could smell the hints of dinner starting to come to life in their kitchens. If he wasn't in such a hurry, the smell alone would have been enough to pull him side for a bite, but all he could do was let his mouth water as he passed them by.

"Five o'clock, right on time, I like that." He heard a voice call over from a fountain in the middle of the park.

"Alright, I'm here. What are we doing?" Kyon said quickly. His curiosity outweighing his manners.

"Patience, young grass hopper." Tsuruya said in a horrible old martial artist impression. "Follow me."

As they walked, Kyon noticed how much faster she walked than normal people, she must be just one big ball of energy, a cute ball of energy. Instead of the school uniform Kyon was so used to seeing her in, Tsuruya had shown up wearing the maid outfit from the club room, complete with a frilly apron, a headdress and stockings. Her nearly knee length hair was free flowing around her, dancing in the breeze.

"Here we are, Kyon-kun." She said, approaching a small field of grass that was surrounded by trees and low bushes.

"Here?" Kyon asked with a puzzled look on his face. "What's here?"

"The location of my photo shoot." She replied as if Kyon should have known that already.

"Photo shoot?" He repeated, feeling worried.

"Yeah!" She laughed out loud. "Isn't it great? I've always wanted to do something like this, and you seem like the perfect person to help me."

She really was as strange as the rest of them, Kyon thought as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah..."

Tsuruya handed him her camera and sat down in the middle of the field. "Here, and don't worry. This'll be our little secret."

He couldn't believe what he had gotten himself in to. Centering the camera on her grinning little smile, he began to snap pictures. It all felt like a dream, looking at her through the view finder. She smiled and pouted, striking pose after pose. Sometimes she looked like a playful cat, other times a seductive temptress, and Kyon got all of it. His breathing was growing shallow, his heart beating faster, as he watched her slender body dancing for the camera and for him. The way her hips swayed, the way her back arched, the way her fang toothed smile flashed at him, he captured it all. She crawled around, pawing at the ground, growling at the air. She just had so much energy, it was hard to keep up with her wild spirit.

He could tell she loved being on display like this, to know his eyes were glued to her body. Her poses started getting more daring, more suggestive. With as long as her maid outfit's skirt was, it was amazing how much of her stocking clad legs she was starting to show. Kyon's shots started getting erratic, his focus turning towards her more feminine features.

She crawled towards him, her green hair clashing with sunset like waves on a shore. "How do I look?" She purred playfully.

"Beautiful..." He choked out through the lump in his throat.

She stared at him, grinning. And suddenly the ribbon around her color was coming undone and the buttons of her shirt were being unfastened. Her sleeves became heavy and draped down her arms. It took him a few moments to realize it, but Tsuruya was actually undressing right in front of him.

"Hey, wait a minute. Hey!" He panicked, remembering where they were. "What if somebody sees you like that?"

She grinned, "You want me to stop?"

Her words caused a storm in his mind. Of course he wanted her to stop... but her body was calling to him, begging to be filmed. How could he stop that kind of desperation? He kept his mouth shut.

Tsuruya grinned again, the maid costume falling from her shoulders and cascading down her body in a pile at her feet. Kyon clicked away furiously, thinking that if his camera stopped, she might disappear. She was wearing a lacy white bra with matching garter belt holding up her dark stockings. Her creamy white skin grew goose bumps from the cool night air, but from the blush on her tender cheeks, she looked warm enough. She laid with her back on the grass, brining her knees up, but leaving her chest uncovered. Even through the fabric of her bra, Kyon had a clear view of the shape of her lovely soft breasts, like gentle hills rolling on her chest. Oh how he longed to reach out and feel them with his hands, to bury his face between them until he couldn't breathe anymore, but something about taking pictures of them seemed even more exhilarating. To touch would be brief and fleeting, but a picture would capture the wonder of this moment permanently, storing it away to be relived every time it was looked at.

He zoomed in closer, letting his lens dip past every curve an valley of her body. He followed her chest up to her collar bones, her shoulders, her neck, her throat. He focused on her lips, kissing them with each instance captured on film. Her playful eyes, like lenses looking back up at him, blinking like the shutters of the camera.

She sat up, reaching behind her before Kyon knew what she was doing. Like her clothes before, her bra became undone and fell to the ground below. Her soft breasts fell free, bouncing out in to the night air. They weren't all that big, but they kind of had that same perky energy that seemed to flow through Tsuruya. She covered herself with her arms, letting little glimpses shine through every now and then for the camera. It was slow torturous agony as Kyon kept snapping away, missing each chance at her luscious curves. To his dismay, her turned around, showing her back to him. But Kyon didn't let his disappointment deter him from capturing the gentle curves of her slender shoulders, the tantalizing shape of her shoulder blades, the seductive arch of her back, the slender profile of her waist, or the delightful sight of the dimples on the small of her back. She let her arms fall to her sides, and he knew her breasts were exposed to the world in front of her, but from where he was, he could only enjoy the allure of knowing she was naked, without being able to see it.

She turned around again, again covering her chest with her arms. Her being topless in front of him should have been exciting enough, but knowing she was only an arms move away from reveling herself frustrated him beyond all believe. Her teasing was driving him insane.

A grin broke out across her lips once again. She locked eyes with Kyon, watching him, waiting. Then, slowly, she started lowering her arms, her breasts coming in to full view. She placed her hands on the ground and arched her chest up, giving Kyon the perfect photo opportunity of a life time, but the camera was at his side, pointing at the ground. He was walking towards her, building up speed, and she wasn't stopping him.

His hands met her shoulders and he softly ushered her to the ground. His eyes dove in to hers, saying without words the desperation in his heart. He lowered his lips on to hers, melting in to their velvety softness. His hand slipped down to her chest, melding his fingers in to the soft firmness of her breast, making her moan up in to his lips.

With strength he didn't know she had, Tsuruya rolled him over, pushing his back to the ground and turning the tables. She tore at his color, pulling it open and started kissing at his neck and chest. He reached up to her hips and pulled them down to his, grinding her crotch against his. Even through his trousers and her panties, he could feel the heat pouring from her body. he gripped her taut buttocks, feeling the lacy trim tickling his hands and driving him wild. He cupped her legs, her thighs, pulling her body tightly against his. She kissed him again, her sweet lips dripping passion on to his. He couldn't believe it, the sudden rush, the overwhelming urges that over took his body. He felt her tongue slipping in to his mouth, tickling places that made his body twitch and jerk underneath her. His hips started pushing up against hers, desperate to be free from their clothed imprisonment. Then, as suddenly as it happened, it ended, Tsuruya breathing deeply and reaching for her clothes.

What felt like hours had only taken seconds and Kyon suddenly regretted the fact that he didn't somehow take photos of such a wonderful moment. He wasn't even sure of what had just happened, or what caused him to kiss her like that. And to make it worse, her silence made him doubt whether she had wanted him to do that, or if she had just been too surprised to stop him. By the time she had her clothes back on, he was sure he had taken advantage of her. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, pouting and covering her chest like a wounded animal.

"Look, I don't know what came over me." Kyon stammered, feeling a crushing guilt.

She brought her hands up to her face to rub her eyes, but when pulled them back, he saw a giant grin on her lips. "Ha!" She laughed with glee. "I can't believe I fooled you again."

Kyon sighed in defeated frustration. "You had me worried for a second."

"Let’s hurry to my house, I live pretty close to here." She said, pulling Kyon hand in hers. "And don't forget the camera."


To be continued

Author's notes.

Okay, I'm sure there will be sex in the next chapter... probably. I had forgotten how fun it was to write stories that focus more on the little sensual details as opposed overtly sexual situations. So woot for that, and hopefully I can somehow learn to find some kind of happy blend of the two styles.

And @ PhoenixHelix, I'm glad to hear you liked it. Hopefully this chapter delivers too.

Hooah!!