Camille (
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AU: Port au Prince, Haiti
Haiti is...hot. This is not something that is new to her; born in Santa Cruz, Bolivia, and raised in Columbia, she is well used to the heat. But sometimes, it is just hot and the only thing to do is to retire in the shade and turn on the air-conditioning.
Only...the air-conditioner at the hotel isn't working.
The water in the taps is almost the same temperature as the air, so there goes her normal fall-back plan of sitting on the edge of the bath with her feet in cold water. And, besides, she is working and needs a wall.
The only remaining realistic option is just to say hell with it, and strip.
So it is that on this day, Camille is standing in front of a wall-turned-workboard, taping a marker against her leg as she studies information and maps, dressed in nothing but an ivory bra and yellow knickers with her hair pinned up.
Okay, fine.
Yellow with purple flowers, if you must know.
Only...the air-conditioner at the hotel isn't working.
The water in the taps is almost the same temperature as the air, so there goes her normal fall-back plan of sitting on the edge of the bath with her feet in cold water. And, besides, she is working and needs a wall.
The only remaining realistic option is just to say hell with it, and strip.
So it is that on this day, Camille is standing in front of a wall-turned-workboard, taping a marker against her leg as she studies information and maps, dressed in nothing but an ivory bra and yellow knickers with her hair pinned up.
Okay, fine.
Yellow with purple flowers, if you must know.
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When he comes into the room, his kneejerk instinct is to turn and walk straight back out, but he manages to keep his place a few yards or so into the room. There's a half-amused, half-bemused expression on his face, and he tucks both hands into his pockets.
"Going well?"
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Beat, and then she looks over at him. "And you," she says, pointing the marker at him, "you can stay."
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Coming a little further into the room, he finds a chair to sit in, expression still virtually the same.
"Are all of your problems climate-related?"
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Camille is, for the record, perfectly capable of making standing in her underwear sexy; more than perfectly capable, in fact. A little bit harder is making it not.
She's managing.
Mostly.
"I also need your assistance. What did you offer the Bolivian government?"
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"What else is giving you trouble?"
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"You could have told me."
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"That's why I'm here. But you, ah, beat me to the punch."
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"It's nicer to get news in person, my dear."
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So she walks over and kisses him.
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So she kneels (and the tiltes are cool under her knees) and hugs him. Just for a moment, with her head against his neck and eyes closed.
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And - very quietly: "Je t'aime."
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"I'll it down in a bit," she says, gesturing with her head towards the wall. The movement dislodges her hair, and it tumbles down with the faint tinkling of pins on the tiles.
(She resists rolling her eyes. Just.)
"Good day?"
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"Better than yours, or so I'd assume."
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"No. Not too much so."
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Which does nothing to disprove her point.
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Beat.
"Is that all sorted, then?" She asks, gesturing to the wall and meaning Bolivia.
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One can never tell these things.
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