For the Love of a Photographer

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

For the Love of a Photographer

Fortune · La Fortuna

She was humming that tune again. Rasmus always had her transfixed with their music. And this one had a special meaning to her. For some reason she associated it with the beautiful Aurora as well. The film was carefully pulled out of the camera, once she was safely ensconced in her bathroom turned darkroom. The red light darkening her red gold hair, which she had pulled back into a ponytail so she could work without getting it into any of the chemicals she would need to bring out the images.

The haunting tune, resonated in her bathroom, and in her head, while she unrolled the film and placed it in the enlarger. Funny how some things worked, odd how she had come to meet the siblings just as she was listening to that song. She worked, almost without thought, the process, soothing, in its familiarity. With the picture imprinted on the base, she carefully, pulled the photographic paper from it and began the process.

Dipping the paper into the developer agent, she used the tongs to move it around the liquid, making sure that it was completely saturated. Booted foot tapped to the beat of the melody, and when she looked up at the mirror, it reflected the image from the full length mirror behind her. Through the drying photo’s strung up, and film that had already been developed strung along lines, she looked at her back. A series of old scars criss-crossed her skin, a long sigh left her lips.

Once the paper was completely saturated, she pulled her attention away from her image in the red light of the bathroom. A special stop bath was next for the photograph paper, for a few moments she waited, making sure that it had done its job. By the time she placed the photo in the fixer she was grinning. It was perfect… The image was as beautiful with emotion as the moment, she had caught in through the lens.

Only after she had rinsed it in a water solution, and put it up to dry, did she pull out the card that he had gave her. Though he had said he didn’t want copies, she wondered if perhaps Aurora would like them. When all the pictures on the film were developed she placed the ones of Caine and Aurora in an envelope, and put them in the mail, with the address on the card. Though, she did not place a return address on it.

Her neighbor looked at her all funny when she went out in nothing but a sweater and her boots, to place the envelope in the mailbox, just outside the building. With an impish wink she blew her a kiss and headed back inside.

In the envelope there were two pictures, one of Aurora, standing beside a shelf of books, her hand grasping one, while she looked into the distance ( what could not be seen was that it was her brother she was looking at ), a look of love, desire and longing on her beautiful features. The other, was the one of them both, anger, desire, mischief and love seemed to flow from one to another. She thought they really could have been models, and with that look in their eyes, no one would guess they were siblings. It made her smile, every time she saw them. The note was penned in an elegant flowing script and said:

One look is worth a million words.

Brother of Stone · Frere de Pierre

She's sweating and moaning, with her head pulled back because Caine's fingers are tangled in her hair. His teeth are grinding together just like his hips into her ass, making the mattress creak and the headboard smack lines into the white plaster wall. Every muscle in his body is flexed and his other hand is leaving the imprints of his fingers in her hip because he's gripping so hard. He grunts, not even hearing her saying his name or the other filth coming from her mouth. That's not what it's about. It even hurts, the way they're smacking together and echoing the skin-to-skin contact in the room. She's about as real as a Barbie doll when it comes right down to it. The binge is hitting him hard, though, and his hunger to scratch as many itches as he can has had him going through girl after girl.

But none of them satisfies. None of them is what he wants and it's like having an itch right under the surface of your skin that you just can't scratch. Fuck it. Flipping her body like she's a rag doll he pulls his dick out of her in a rush and crouches down. Lifting her legs up he buries his head between those long stems so he can taste her, wanting to drown himself in that valley between her legs where her scent is so strong. As she climaxes and screams her pleasure into the open air of the room he jacks off onto the sheets. Shooting a load of cum on the thousand thread count Egyptian cotton like its nothing. Still its not enough cause it's not this girl from the bar that he really wants. He was just making do because there was nothing else he was better at than this debauchery.

She's breathing heavy and trying to drag him up her body to kiss her and he obliges. Favoring her with gentle soft kisses from those full lips when the doorbell rings and he finds the excuse enough to pull away. A hand idly slapped her bare ass as he moved away from the bed strolling out of the bedroom of the villa and towards the front as naked as one of the statues in the forum.

The villa itself was beautiful and comfortable. When he was home he left all the doors open and the windows. Breezes fluttered the cream colored curtains and let in the golden sunshine. The whole place looked like something in an Italian version of a Downy commercial. Golden and breezy and beautiful with the olive trees just outside and the muraled walls in the hallways. From one of the chairs in the living room he took hold of a towel where it had been left draping and wrapped it casually around his waist where it hung low enough to show the happy little trail of curling golden hair that traveled from his belly button down to more intimate places.

Opening the door he took a full once over of the young man who was delivering the package. Handsome in that way that Italian boys have. Some of them looked almost unfinished, like works of art awaiting a true artists hand. This youth was probably in his early twenties which to Caine was about like being a child. As he reached out for the package he caught the boys eyes drifting down to the line of that towel where it covered him. Then the boys head snapped up and Caine saw him looking over his shoulder. Behind him no doubt the naked woman from the bedroom had appeared.

"Care for a drink?"

He invited the boy in and after a moments hesitation he accepted. After shutting the front door Caine looked at the package while delivery boy introduced himself to naked girl. What their names were he hadn't really bothered to learn. After all even if he knew he would most likely have forgotten before the sun went down. Opening the seal on the envelope he pulled out the photographs and it made his lips curl in a smile. Those two photographs gave him more pleasure in that one moment than the revelries of the past few hours.

Amber eyes bright as gems went to the living room where the two were getting cozy and naked girl was starting to try to talk delivery boy out of his uniform. With a roll of his eyes Caine suddenly felt bored with the whole thing. Going to Aurora's room he dropped the envelope on her bed and then went back to his own room to put on some clothes. Black slacks and a white button down shirt later he was grabbing a coat to head out. Where he would go he wasn't sure, but he was vaguely certain that his path was about to take a decidedly colder route. So much for trying to stay out of the frosty winter.

As he left the two nameless people called to him from the sofa where'd they'd made the further acquaintance of one another. He ignored them. After he left the spell he seemed to cast would most likely break and they would be awkward and embarassed, but Caine didn't care. Just as he didn't care if they robbed him blind. A fact which would make his sister livid. She always detested how blase he was when it came to matters of money. Settling into the front seat of his car he pulled out his cell phone and called his sister to let her know that the photos had been left on her bed and not to expect him back for awhile. Of course he failed to tell her that if she returned soon she might find two strangers in flagrande delicto in their living room, but he wanted her to be surprised.

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

Lips pressed to the back of her smooth hand. Aurora gave the man a small polite smile. As Italian men went, they all looked as if they came from the Godfather movies. Suave, and yet they failed. Too human for her tastes. "Certamente, Ms. Valmont. Questa sarà una meravigliosa avventura." A solemn nod of her head. "Qui." He spoke Italian to her and she spoke French. The languages different, borders of each country touching, but the business was finished. A wonderful adventure indeed. Hardly.

Slipping her hand free from his palm, Aurora headed into the cab which waited for her. Legs crossed reading off the directions to the cabbie. Fingers skimming through last year's financial report. Especially last month's. Only a little flick of her lips told of her aggravation with how poor the American economy was doing, and far worse how it effected their business. Thinking of her deviant brother, the phone started to ring.

"Hmm?" Listening to his voice a smile found its way to her lips. "Merci mon cher frère. Remember about the Gala tonight." She told him before hanging up. Where was he going? It bothered her that he just disappeared for long hours a time. Hopefully he was on his way to buy a new suit. Aurora rather he spend his money on those sorts of things. Not the trollops he found.

The mini cab stopped in front of her home. The curtains blowing against the glass of the windows and she knew he forgot to shut them. With the wind she picked up the smell of sex. Gathering her things after she gave the driver his money. She really needed to call Tobias to return to his job as her driver and bodyguard. Though she really did not need a bodyguard. It was simply a shame to put a man like Tobias as merely her driver.

Pinching the bridge of her nose lightly. She did not get headaches, it only felt as if she could. Perhaps it was living around humans far to long. Her hand dropped to search her purse for the keys to the Villa. That's when she heard it. The sounds of a scream. Then another scream ripped through the air. Aurora stared at her door as if she could see through it.

The bastard. Removing her cell phone from her purse as she opened the door. No need for the keys since Caine left the whole villa open for whoever outside and whom ever was inside to rob. Calling the police she reported her house had intruders. Address given and soon after she was hanging up.

When the police arrived, Aurora had the whore and the package boy sitting in the living room. Once the police left the windows were closed, and she locked the door. Any joy of coming home to Caine was spoiled by his little surprise. Oh such a darling brother she had.

Gathering the envelope Aurora removed the pictures from its confines. Her breath catching in her throat. Fortune was amazing. staring down at the images she silently forgot about the woman and the delivery man and about the police and everything else but the picture in her hand. The one of Caine and herself. What raw talent.

She would find this girl again. Her le petit artiste. Aurora would take Fortune under her wing and assure that the girl would have a proper schooling and career.

Aurora could not take her eyes off the photograph. The image was so erotic, so taboo and still passionate. It was better than she thought when she allowed it to be taken. Within her guarded thoughts the love for Caine bloomed again. All because of one single picture.

-- Edited by Sister of Stone at 02:31, 2009-01-08