Michael simply returned her stare. "Do you regret you came here?"
"I had no choice, don't you know that by now?"
A lonely tear slid down her soft cheek. He reached out and caught it, cherishing the sparkling drop, wishing with all his heart she'd ne...
"What?" he glanced at her during a quick wardrobe change backstage after he had motioned for her to come with him. She was causally leaning against a wall, while Bush helped him peel out of his outfit and pour him into another. While her stance was all nonchalant innocence, her eyes were anything but.
"Nothing...." She looked at him from under those hooded azure jewels, full of mischief. Gosh, she better stop it, he only had a set amount of time before he had to be back out.
Lisa reached over and handed him a bottle of water. "Want some..."
"No, but you look like you do...," he whispered, kissing her neck, feeling her shiver.
This was fun, he should have her with him more often. She definitely brightened the monotony of the performance.
"What gives you that idea?" Lisa laughed and reached up to brush a strand of his hair out of his face.
"Michael, drink some water..." Bush urged him, holding out the new jacket to him.
Michael rolled his eyes, and took the bottle from Lisa, making sure to allow his thumb to run the sensitive skin of her wrist.
"I don't know...you look..." He tipped her chin up to him, studying her thoroughly.
"Like I wanna rip that tinfoil off your ass?"
"Lisa...." Michael almost spat the water out, glancing at Bush, who was also chuckling.
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"You don't like the pants, Lisa? I think they are a masterpiece. You gonna get Wardrobe mad if you diss his work." Michael winked at Michael Bush.
"Yeah, Lisa, what's wrong with the pants? Too shiny?" Bush chimed in.
"What pants? Oh, I'm sorry- the foil you got him wrapped in... I mean...was there a wardrobe budget shortfall? Cause I mean, it looks like y'all skimmed on the material, too." Lisa joked along, while pretending to be serious. Her eyes were on his crotch and she better watch out- these things were not exactly known for their camouflage ability.
Those pants had been the topic of much discussion. And it seemed they also attracted Lisa's attention. Well, he had to agree with her a bit...initially he had asked the very same question when he first tried them on. They did fit like a second skin. And certainly clung to him like one. But it was fun to watch and listen to the stir they had created.
"Well, I don't know what you're talking about. They do what they're supposed to. Draw attention to my legs when I dance."
"They draw attention, alright. To all three of them." Her dry answer made his cheeks flush and caused him to almost choke, laughing.
