Pretty Tied Up

Pretty Tied Up


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Chapter One: Keeping up appearances


Sands rolled his eyes. He had to take another subject to fill up his lesson timetable. College can be so cruel. He scanned the list of subjects, instantly dismissing computer science, sociology, and art but pausing at photography. Here we go, a soft subject. Just what he needed - press the button and you're away. Or so he thought.

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Sands sat at the back of the room, his feet up on the desk in front of him as his tutor read out a list of who was working with whom for their next assignment - to study the human form. He frowned when she paired him with Liljana. A short, skinny brown haired girl who sat quietly in the corner. Suddenly everyone was up and moving about with their partners, picking up cameras and leaving the room. Sands watched as Liljana stood up and walked over to him, sitting down in the chair in front of his.

"I'm Liljana. Don't think I've worked with you before...?"

"Sands. And no."

"Right. Man of few words." Liljana rolled her eyes and stood up, "We going to get started or sit and chat all day?"

"Sure thing, Sugarbutt." Sands said as he slowly got to his feet, smirking at the faint blush covering Liljana's cheeks at the endearment.

"So, I was thinking we should start in the studio."

“Sure."

"I was actually hoping to use you as the model."

"If you wanted to take photos of me naked, you don't have to use this lesson as an excuse, Sugarbutt."

Liljana blushed again, "Don't flatter yourself - believe me, you're not God's gift to women, Sands. I was just thinking it'd be different to have a male model instead of a woman, because everyone will be doing that."

"Sure. So long as we can do some photos of you, too."

"I guess... I was thinking we could use a mixture of digital and darkroom photography for a final piece. Could be interesting."

Sands nodded in agreement as they walked into an empty studio. Sands found a rug and some fabric drapes and set them up as Liljana started fitting the cameras to tripods and positioning lights. When she finished, she cleared her throat, "I'll turn around while you, uh, undress. Just make sure you cover all offensive parts before telling me to turn around," she smirked, "I wouldn't want to be scarred for life." she said before closing the studio door and standing face towards the wall. Liljana was kind of worried that Sands had no comment to that, but let it slide. She had a feeling he would get her back later.

"I always pegged you as the quiet and shy type." He said as she listened to Sands belt buckle jangle then clank as it hit the floor.

"Yeah, well you shouldn't make assumptions about people you don't know.”

Two soft plops told Liljana he had shed the rest of his clothing and after a short rustle of fabric, he said, "I'm all covered up."

Liljana turned around and found Sands lying on his side on the rug, the fabric just barely covering his waist. She turned on the lighting and switched off the overhead light. She squinted, bit her lip and murmured to herself for a few minutes as she went around and adjusted each light, angling them to produce a harsher light against Sands' skin. His body could take it as his skin was practically flawless in the bright lights. Amazing.

Sands watched as Liljana adjusted the lights. So maybe she wasn't as much of a mouse as he had first thought. Maybe he could have some fun with her after all.

Liljana kneeled down beside Sands and murmured something intelligible before moving his arm and positioning his legs just so, biting her lip to keep from blushing at touching him. She stood back but noticed something was wrong. Kneeling back down, she shifted the fabric so it just draped across his hips and over his...parts, but tugged it down so the sharp angle of his hip bone jutted out from the fabric. Liljana was so wrapped up in setting up the shot that she wasn't paying attention to Sands, not noticing that he was watching her every move.

Liljana stood back behind the camera, satisfied with the composition. She bent down to look through the camera and focused it before snapping a few shots. She moved the camera on the angle and took some more, then picked up the digital camera and kneeled on the floor beside Sands trying to line up another shot. She sighed in frustration when she couldn't get the shot right. "Try moving your hips forward a bit." She suggested.

Sands did and suddenly the sheet covering his hips shifted and started falling off of him. Liljana's eyes widened and she leant forwards, pressing her hand against the small bit of fabric left covering his dignity. Sands chuckled and Liljana could feel the muscles of his stomach clench under her fingertips with the action. She gripped onto the fabric for dear life and pulled it back over his hips so there was no chance of it sliding off again. Sands had not moved an inch at the incident but had the biggest smirk on his face that Liljana had ever seen. Ass. She cleared her throat and changed the setting on her camera before straddling Sands' legs. She bent over to take a few photos of the thin trail of hair that travelled down his stomach and disappeared under the fabric. She tried to keep her mind off anything under the fabric. When she had finished with the close-ups, Liljana stood and indicated at the fabric, "Keep hold of that and get up. I want you to sit on a stool." Liljana moved and dragged a stool from the edge of the room onto the rug where Sands had been lying. He sat on the stool, while Liljana went around and adjusted the lighting again.

Liljana stood looking at Sands. "If you sit with one leg on the foot rest and the other on the floor, then take your right arm and place it on your bent knee, that would cover up...anything we don't want to see," Sands smirked, "and then if you bend your head so your face is tucked down..." Liljana moved Sands so he was sitting hunched over, his face hidden behind his arm. "Don't move a millimetre. That looks great. I'm going to take the fabric, now. So make sure you make good with the whole 'not moving' thing."

"You know you want to see my-" he chuckled.

"Really, really don't." Liljana rolled her eyes but closed them briefly while she pulled the drape from Sands body to pool on the floor in a puddle. She paused briefly, thinking, ‘Wow.’ He looked like a God sitting there, shadows and highlights accentuated by the mixture of harsh and subtle lighting. His vertebra accentuated down his back. Nice ass, too.

"You done yet? This is a bit uncomfortable." Sands said with a hint of knowing humour in his voice. Liljana blushed and picked up her black and white camera, standing back and snapping some photos of his whole body. Then she sat the camera back on the tripod and shot some photos of his back.

"Okay, I think we're almost done. I want one shot of you standing up. So scooch." Sands went to move but Liljana's eyes widened when she realised he didn't have the fabric. "No! No! Wait!" She picked it up and handed it to him, keeping her eyes diverted while he stood up. A deep chuckle caressed her ears. ‘No. This is bad. Don't you go falling for this idiot.’ "Okay, so face away from me and drop the cloth."

"You sure you don't want me facing the other way?" He asked with a falsely innocent voice.

"You're fine as you are. Just bend one of your knees and put all your weight on the other leg. Perfect. Hold it there."

"You know, you’re not as boring as you seem in class."

"Funny. You're just as full of yourself." Liljana shot two photos, "Okay you’re done. Get some clothes back on. You’re putting me off." She turned around and waited for him to get changed.

Suddenly Liljana was shrouded in darkness and a musky yet spicy smell as the fabric was chucked at her, landing over her head. "It's your turn, Sugarbutt. Strip." Sands grinned and Liljana glared at him, a deep flush creeping up her neck.

Liljana made Sands wait outside the room while she got undressed, insisting that she knew he would take a peek if he stayed in there. Sands had laughed, "You know me so well, already."

"You’re not hard to figure out, Sheldon."

"Huh. Neither are you, strange enough."

"What do you mean by that?" Liljana frowned.

"Well, you act shy all the time but in the last half an hour you're nothing like that. It's so obvious that you want me."

"Your logic does not resemble our Earth-logic. How the hell did you figure that out? It's not true, by the way."

"Yes it is. Everyone wants me."

"Ego, much? Get out. I need to get changed."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Not in the slightest." She answered and pushed Sands out the door, shutting it behind him.

Liljana got undressed and wrapped the fabric around her body, tying it in a knot over her chest so it wouldn't budge. "Okay!" She yelled through the door.

Sand came back into the room, "Okay, I've got an idea for what we could do for the final piece."

"Okay. Let's have it."

Sands grinned, "Say 'pretty please'."

"Stop with the crap innuendos, already! This project has got to be in by the end of the week!"

"Okay, Sugarbutt. I was thinking that we could do a few photos where you are lying in the same position as I was and we can burn one photo of you onto the photo of me. 'Ghosty' effect, as such."

"I like it."

"And - don't bite my head off - but we could do a photo together. Curled up and entwined limbs and what not."

"I hate you. That is a great idea, but there is no way I am touching your naked parts."

"You know you want to. Besides, Miss Smith walked past when I was outside and I asked her if there were any models left but everyone had booked one out."

"If you’re lying, I swear to God I will rip off-"

"I'm not!"

Liljana lowered her eyes, thinking about it. ‘It would make for an amazing, original piece... God, I really hate him’. "I'm not sitting naked on your lap."

"So sit on the cloth."

Liljana sighed, "Fine. But get a move on - we've only got half an hour left then I've got a History class." Liljana closed her eyes, waiting for Sands to undress.

"I'm not shy, you know. You don't have to close your eyes." Liljana bit her lip to stop herself from saying something that she knew she would regret.

"You done, yet?"

"Shall I sit on the stool?"

"I reckon it'd be better if you sat on the box." She listened as Sands moved a wooden box onto the rug and moved the stool off. "Are all body parts covered?"

"Yup."

"You sure?" Sands just chuckled. Liljana opened her eyes and found to her satisfaction that everything was covered. Well, sort of. His legs were strategically crossed. Liljana moved the camera and set the timer. "Okay, we've got twelve seconds. Close your eyes because I'm going to have to take off this fabric."

"Do I have to?"

"Close 'em, Buster." So he did. Liljana kept a sharp eye on him as she undid the knot in the fabric and pressed the button on the camera. She rushed over to Sands and chucked the fabric across his lap and climbed on top so she was sitting across his legs, her back to the camera. "Quickly, wrap your left arm around my waist and splay your fingers out on my back. Then tuck your head into my left shoulder."

Liljana did the same, tucking her face into Sands' shoulder. She found to her surprise, that he smelt divine; slightly sweaty mixed with the aftershave she had smelt earlier, and a faint hint of tobacco. ‘My God, this is the longest twelve seconds of my life,’ she thought. She shifted at the uncomfortable position and Sands groaned. Liljana scrunched up her face in disgust just as the camera went off. Luckily her face was hidden in Sands' shoulder. "You're impossible, you know that?" She said, "Close your eyes." Sands did so without comment.

Liljana got up and pressed the button on the camera again and rushed back to Sands, moving the fabric onto his lap more and straddling his thighs, and pressing her chest against his, "Stick your head in my shoulder, again." Liljana moved and almost jumped off Sands' lap when she shifted onto a prominent bulge under the sheet. “What is wrong with you!" She yelled into his neck.

"I have a hot, naked woman wriggling around on my lap. Give me a break!"

"So? This is purely-" ‘Did he just call me hot?’

As soon as the flash was let off and the photo taken, Liljana jumped of Sands lap, taking the fabric with her and wrapping it around her before Sands could glimpse more than the side of her boob. Liljana pulled the fabric around her shoulders and tied a knot before picking up her clothes and putting them on underneath, her back facing Sands.