"You really should sort out whatever the stuff between you and Nemmie," Eris says as she wipes your cum off her chin with her thumb. "Seriously, babe, you need to come up with a healthier way to work off your frustration! It's not like I'm complaining though." She rests her head on your chest then nudges. Eris is right. It felt good to indulge and pretend at first, and now everything simply feels cheap and tedious.
"Babe?" Eris purrs when she notices that you do not respond. She likes to call you Babe. Babe. Babe is fine, because it sounds sloppy and messy. Less serious and sincere. Unlike Princess. Nemesis likes to call you Princess. Nemesis makes it sound filthy and distant. Nemesis is fair and cautious. She does not claim what is not hers. Nemesis will never call you babe.
"Do you want to do it again, or should we just fight?" Eris asks. She nods at the Adamant Rail and Lim and Oros by the explosive barrels. You do not remember how your weapons ended up there, but you do remember you almost whispered Nem as you came in Eris' mouth.
Eris raises her head abruptly to kiss you on the mouth. Some grains of sand graze your lips. You taste sea water. Salty, unlike the beads of rain you tasted on Nemesis' lips when you encountered her in Erebus woods a few nights ago. Nemesis had bent over to intimidate you. This close to her face, you had thought about bumping your nose on hers, or collided your forehead with hers. To hurt her. Eventually, you surged forward to kiss her, and she retreated before you could reach for the pouch on her waist. Neither of you mentioned the kiss afterwards, but she sneaked in your tent to fuck you one night when Headmistress was gone. You think of the way her hair scattering over your bedding as you rode her face.
The sand beneath your legs has grown warm and itchy. "I should move on," you say, pressing your hand against Eris' mouth to keep her from closing in. She sticks her tongue and licks between your fingers. Nemesis will never do this. Nemesis kissed your palm when you touched her face that night. You think she might be crying then. She is so different from Eris.
Eris drops herself down onto the beach, losing interest. "Right, come and go as you please," she taunts. “We both know what’s on your mind!”
Ignoring her comment, you pick up your garment on the beachrock. You rise to your feet to get dressed. Eris, still lying naked on the beach, grins at you.
"Tell Nemmie I say hi."