“Lara Croft,” Camille said. Her thigh touched Eve’s; the squishy leather sofa in Eve’s flat could be a bit slippery.
In any case, Lara Croft was a definite yes; Eve took a sip of her Moscow mule.
Camille smirked. “You know she’s a looting little gringa, right?”
Eve raised her hands in supplication. “Those arms, though,” she said.
“And those acrobatics,” Camille added.
“And that nice pair of...” Eve said, and made a gesture in front of her chest.
“Gadgets?” Camille sugggested slyly.
They both snorted into their copper mugs.
It was Eve's turn. "Wonder Woman," she suggested. "Hard not to have a crush on her."
Camille took a long gulp that showed off the pretty length of her neck. "The cheesy TV show and the movie version," she agreed. Then she grinned. "Camille Montes," she said.
Without breaking eye contact, Eve raised her mug to her lips and drank. “Need some proof?” she asked, licking the lime off her lips.
“I could stand to be convinced,” Camille said, waggling her eyebrows, and this time Eve couldn’t blame the sofa when Camille leaned in closer. She climbed into Eve’s lap, resting her hands on Eve’s shoulders, and touched their foreheads together.
For a moment, they breathed each other’s air, looked into each other’s dark eyes. Then Eve closed the gap.
Camille’s lips, chilled from her drink, warmed quickly. Camille nipped playfully, licked forward and then pulled away to tease. She kept Eve’s attention seemingly effortlessly.
At one point, their noses bonked together in an unsexy way that left them both laughing.
That was okay. The Tomb Raider and Wonder Woman were great and all, but Eve would take Camille, flawed and beautiful, funny and human, over any kind of ‘strong female character.’
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