psl: camgirl (for thor)

[electro_kinetic]

With the sun setting and the day ending, Noriko flips open her laptop to connect to a webcam show: she's clothed enough in a cutoff shirt and thong, laying on her bed while the camera focuses. Her headphones are on, the music broadcasting as she types in the accompanying chat box. It's not a bad side hustle, this thing she does online; she doesn't get harassed, she gets to show off a body she's worked to get and keep, and the people on the other side of the screen get their jollies. Win-win, in her opinion.

And then she sees the familiar name that means Thor is watching, and switches it to a private video, only viewable to him as she shifts to sit up, showing off how little she's wearing as she gets comfortable. With him she doesn't have to put on a show to be titillating.

"I wondered if you'd be on sometime," she says, already imagining Thor on the other end of the connection, wondering what he's doing where she can't see him. "Hi, baby."

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[thepowerofthor]

"Hello, dear one. I have been meaning to tune in earlier, but things have been loud lately, in the wake of Doom's latest cosmic play."

His voice is a little tired, but his smile is all warm and all for her, as his camera comes on and he send s the signal her way. O course it is a magic mirror in Asgard, but shh.

He is bare-chested, his chest still wet from the bathing bowl and he sits cross-legged on the bed, the angle and his legs all that keeps what is between his legs from showing.

"It is good to see you, Noriko," and he says her name with relish, almost caressing it, for he loves her name, as he does her.