Then let her drink.
Stay in. I’ll keep you company.
Eris:
You are company.
Sort of.
Like creepy, illegal company.
Locke:
It’s only creepy if you cover the lens and I have to find another way to watch you.
Eris:
You’re terrible.
Locke:
You like it.
Eris:
Shut up.
Locke:
Make me.
She bites her lip, a tiny pause between thought and motion. It’s the exact second when she decides to play along.
Eris:
Fine, I’ll tell her to change in the bathroom. But if you’re watching, you better appreciate what I pick.
Locke:
Eris, I appreciate everything you pick.
Especially me.
She doesn’t respond right away. But the flush on her cheeks says everything.
On screen, she nudges Roo with her foot. “Go change in the bathroom.”
“Why?” Roo asks, grinning.
“Because your ass is in front of the camera, and I keep getting notifications about it.” Then she shakes her head. “I need a second alone.”
Roo laughs. “My ass looks much better on film than in a live stream. You better charge double on your OF when I’m involved.”
But she grabs black fabric from the bed and disappears into the one room in the apartment that doesn’t have a camera.
Eris stands languidly, turns back toward the lens, hands going to her hips, exactly where I’d like my fingertips to mark her.
“Are you happy now?” she asks softly, the corner of her lips tugging into a smirk.
