This is a short version of a scene from what should be a larger story. I wrote this out in response to the prompt "Just pretend I'm not here."
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She walks into the living room and fiddles with some more the equipment set up there. He takes a breath to tell her it looks fine, but stops himself. It's her work, not his and he should leave her to it.
After a few more minutes she steps back, satisfied that everything is how it should be. She turns and beckons him over to her. He moves closer taking her into his arms while standing on the white fabric covering that part of the floor. She reaches up and kisses him lightly, urging him to reciprocate with the deep look in her eyes. He wants to, but finds himself distracted by the lights around them.
She sighs and begins to undress him, slowly removing his shirt, then his pants, so he stands only in his shorts now. She does the same and joins him in a state of half undress. He breathes to speak and she silences him again with the tip of her slender finger on his lips. The lights are still very bright. The sound, a small electric sound, is so loud in the absence of their voices.
She faces him and kisses him, deeply this time, as the lights flicker and the sounds repeats itself in soft rapid fire. But he stops and breaks the kiss, the embrace, distracted again by the things going on around him. She steps back and looks at him.
"Bobby," Althea says, breaking the silence, "it's not going to hurt you, it's just a camera. It's not like we're doing porn, its art. Just pretend it's not here."