Fic
I wrote a ficlette. It's so short it doesn't even need a title. But I love it anyways.
"Deven, could you get my phone?" Truly asked with her head bent down over her work. Deven looked up from where he was directing and gaped at her. Joanie crossed her arms over her chest and held back a smirk, waiting for Deven’s temper to flare.
"I’m busy, Truly."
"But it’s right there-"
"What could you possibly be doing that limits you the use of your arm to reach across you’re fucking table and get it yourself?" asked Deven, glaring across the room at her. Truly looked up and shrugged.
"You’re closer?"
"Dear god," murmured Deven, stalking across the stage and picking up Truly’s phone and tossing it over at her. She let it land in the pile of fabrics she was working with and grinned brightly up at him.
"Thanks a bunch!" she said cheerfully, flipping open her phone and leveling it in his direction.
"What are you doing?" asked Deven, hearing the camera in her phone click.
"I want to remember the moment you became my bitch."
"Deven, could you get my phone?" Truly asked with her head bent down over her work. Deven looked up from where he was directing and gaped at her. Joanie crossed her arms over her chest and held back a smirk, waiting for Deven’s temper to flare.
"I’m busy, Truly."
"But it’s right there-"
"What could you possibly be doing that limits you the use of your arm to reach across you’re fucking table and get it yourself?" asked Deven, glaring across the room at her. Truly looked up and shrugged.
"You’re closer?"
"Dear god," murmured Deven, stalking across the stage and picking up Truly’s phone and tossing it over at her. She let it land in the pile of fabrics she was working with and grinned brightly up at him.
"Thanks a bunch!" she said cheerfully, flipping open her phone and leveling it in his direction.
"What are you doing?" asked Deven, hearing the camera in her phone click.
"I want to remember the moment you became my bitch."