The pencil pulled gently on his skin as she drew it across his eyelid and smudged it to perfection with her fingertip. A shower of glitter fell from her hair like the summer rain outside the dressing-room window; it dusted her bare thighs, dropping between her parted legs and covering his leather trousers as she silently worked. It twinkled in the light of the lamp above the mirror, coated the top edge of the cigarette dangling, forgotten, from the corner of his mouth.
He wished she'd stop doing his make-up when she was naked. It made performing so very hard.
I will write more. Promise!!