Isn't that the whole point?

"I'd be happy to, but you might get hot and bothered yourself once you see how titillating you are."

"Somehow I doubt that," she replied, and walked across the room to her laptop. Leon's eyes followed her hips as they shifted along. This boner isn't going anywhere anytime soon as long as she's around, he thought. Being an easily aroused virgin had many disadvantages. He pulled his eyes away and walked over to her so she wouldn't turn and find him staring.

"Do you have a USB charger with this kind of connector?" He asked as he approached. She turned and looked at the camera port he was pointing at, then rummaged through the left side drawer of her desk, which seemed to have just about everything anyone could ever need packed inside.

"Ah yes, the magical drawer of everyday necessities. Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you knew if you helped yourself to my belongings, I'd hit you again," she said with a playful smile, and pulled a cord from the drawer. "The wonder-drawer provides again!" She cheered with mock enthusiasm.

"Any chance you can find me a girlfriend in there?" He quipped, and he thought Jessie's smile faltered for a split second. It returned so quickly that he decided he'd imagined it.

"I'm not that kind of gal, pal. No lovely ladies hidden away in here!" she proclaimed. "Though..." she looked down theatrically, "... you might have better luck finding them if that thing wasn't scaring them all away."

"I'm working on it!" he cried, flustered to have her bring it up again. "Look, just look at these pictures so I can go and..." he trailed off when he realized what he'd almost said.

"So you can go and... what, Mr. Photographer?" Thankfully she looked amused at his humiliation rather than disgusted with the implication.

"Ugh. I can't handle you at this time of-"

"I'll say," she interrupted, and burst out laughing at her own joke.

"Oh for the love of god, LOOK AT THE PICTURE!" He shouted pretending to be enraged, and plugged in the camera.

Luckily his camera sorted everything into dated folders, so he didn't have to worry about her seeing the compromising photos of the Fairchild women up-close and personal. There were a lot of things he'd explained away and gotten out of tonight, but he had a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't have been one of them. A thought rose unbidden in his mind. Can Soul Links be broken?

With that question put on the back burner for a future segment of "Quiz-Time with Cammy," he opened the folder with tonight's pictures.

"Alright, we'll just go in order," he said, and double clicked the first image. Jessie's lithe form appeared, and he clicked to make her fullscreen.

The lighting made the photos unusable from a professional standpoint, but even so, it would be hard for anyone to doubt her appeal.

Flaming golden locks of hair fanned out from under her, and across the black sheet, draping over the sylphlike arm laid out casually behind her head. Shocking blue eyes peered out at anyone who dared to look, the lip held gently between her teeth promising them a secret pleasure if they would only risk planting a kiss upon her snowy shoulder, or down her slender neck; down, down, until the deep rose red sweater halted their lips' descent.

Then there were the generous breasts hidden beneath a crimson field, plump enough that if someone were to reach down and grasp one, their hand would struggle to contain the entirety of it. Just below, her smooth waist lay exposed and ****, capturing the viewer's imagination with thoughts of what her intimate warmth must feel like. Her fingers snaked beneath her waistband, sparking an urgent question about what sort of sensual sensations her hand had discovered.

Denim clung to her thighs in a way that no man could dare to, caressing her curves with a whisper of blue fabric. And at the end of the winding trail of her legs were small, delicate feet, that apparently had the power to ignite a new fetish with only a glance.

"This..." she breathed, breaking Leon out of his reverie. When she turned to look at him he could see that her face was flushed pink, assumedly with embarrassment.

"How did you make me look like this...?" she marveled, looking from him to the camera over and over, dumbfounded.

"I'm just an amateur. You're the one making me look good, if anything. We hardly even need to touch you up with any programs."

"But- I don't look like that... I look so... so..." she struggled to find the word for it.

"Beautiful? Sexy? Hot? Maybe even perfect?"

"...confident," she finished in astonishment. "You can't even tell this is me. This looks like a completely different person who happens to have my clothes on. That whole time, I was so embarrassed, thinking I was making a fool out of myself, and then somehow you take that, and turn it into this? You're some kind of wizard." The wild assertion made him laugh awkwardly.

"I mean, I just took a picture of you. This is what you've looked like to me all night, granted, you're wearing different clothes now and you look more cute than sexy when you're in the middle of a shy spell but..." he knew he was rambling, but he'd never been praised for his photography before.

"This is what you see when you look at me?" Her words sounded strange.

Somewhere, off in what seemed like another world, the camera jolted his arm.

"I mean, when you aren't being a brat of course ahaha-" He started backpedaling, unsure of what to make of the tension from her intense stare.

Then the abrupt taste of Jessie's lips cuts him off.