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After the kiss they had shared at Pride, Chloe had made sure not to put too much pressure on Therese. She had left the younger woman with her phone number, had told her to feel free to call or text any time, but she hadn't made Therese promise anything and Chloe had thought it best she not be the one to reach out. In a situation like this, with Therese still working fairly hard at accepting who she is, Chloe has the feeling too much pressure might not work out so well for either of them.

And she may not be the sort of woman Therese should be looking at anyway, given that she's not particularly interested in monogamy or giving up any of the other men or women she might end up entertaining, but she can't help it. It's selfish, but she likes her, and Chloe has never had an issue with being selfish.

She's left her alone, though, she's waited and she expects the call to come eventually.

Or expects it would have, anyway, if she hadn't just spotted Therese in the park. Chloe is technically working -- for herself at this point, no one quite knows her reputation yet -- and she has an expensive little figurine in one pocket that she should really get into a safe place, but she can't help the detour she makes toward Therese. This is different from calling, this isn't pressure, it's simply two people running into each other in public.

"Hello, gorgeous," she says when she's close enough, her voice pitched low. She's smiling as she approaches, hands in the pockets of her jeans, as casual and confident as ever, and she has to wonder if things will be different here and now, without the frenzy of the Pride celebration to get caught up in.

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Chloe has a tendency toward recklessness and impulsiveness, never really one to make a plan, which means she can recognize one when she sees it. Darrow seems to have a little of both, plans made too perfectly, and things happening too wildly for there to be any real reason behind it. Someone else might be interested in why, they might look for an explanation, but Chloe wouldn't bother wasting her time.

No one else has figured it out, she knows she won't be the one to do it.

Chloe lets them into the building, then heads for the elevator, pressing the button before she leans against the wall and looks at Therese with a smile. "So someone planned we would meet," she teases, then reaches out and gently hooks one finger in the collar of Therese's shirt. "And someone planned that I'd bring you home with me today."

That can't really be the case, of course. Deliberate as so much of this might seem, their meeting, her being here now, doesn't seem like it could be anything more than chance. Therese likes the sound of it even so, or maybe it's just that she likes Chloe's proximity, leaning forward just slightly when her finger hooks in her shirt. She wants so much more, she realizes, a fantastically heady sensation before anything much has even happened yet. It sits like an ache in her chest, persistent but not entirely unwelcome, maybe because, for once, she's letting herself feel it. For so long, she kept any such feelings bottled tightly, shoved down deep, refusing to acknowledge them until she felt like she might burst open with the weight of them. This is different. This is something she gets to have, that she doesn't have to hide. Chloe draws her in like a magnet, and for once, there's no need to try to resist that pull.

"Whoever that someone was, then," she says, voice soft, still finding her footing, "I think I'd like to thank them." She would never have prompted this on her own. Even if she ever did work up the nerve to call Chloe, she doubts she would have broached this subject herself, not accustomed in the least to being the one to make the first move. In this instance, while she still might not have, she does think she's held her own and been straightforward far more than she's used to. "At least on that front."

"We'll have to buy them a fruit basket," Chloe murmurs as the elevator door behind her slides open. Someone steps out, excusing themselves as they step past her and Therese, but Chloe barely glances in their direction, instead stepping backward and using her finger in the collar of Therese's shirt to lightly pull her along.

A more cynical person might question Chloe's motives and she thinks, in another situation, they might be right. She's used sex to get what she wants before, more often to do with work than anything else, and someone might think she's looking for something here, some benefit to being with someone less experienced than she is, but it isn't like that at all. Chloe simply likes Therese. She likes the idea of teaching her a little, too, but that isn't her primary goal.

As the elevator doors slide closed, she ducks closer, her lips brushing over Therese's cheek, the edge of her jaw, the soft line of her throat.

For a moment, Therese nearly freezes when someone walks out of the elevator past them, feeling like they've been caught doing something they shouldn't. The person doesn't say much, though, doesn't even seem to spare them a second glance, and it's easier than it might otherwise be to let it go for Chloe's proximity. She follows along readily, willingly, when Chloe tugs her forward, almost like a puppet on a string, though she doesn't feel manipulated in the slightest. If anything, she likes it, a welcome sort of comfort in following Chloe's lead, and not just because it makes her feel wanted. It's just easier, handing over those reins, partly for her lack of experience but mostly for the simple fact that it means she doesn't have to think too much or stumble over herself or worry about making the wrong move. This takes away some of the pressure, gets her out of her head, lets her simply enjoy it.

She has every intention of doing so, too, relieved when the elevator doors close and Chloe moves even closer. Therese lets her head fall to the side, a soft gasp in her throat as Chloe's mouth moves along her jaw and neck, the slightest touch alone serving to make her want more. "We will," she agrees, only half-aware of what she's saying or what it means, her hands lifting to rest carefully, almost questioningly, on the soft curve of Chloe's waist. It's safe, not too much, but a far cry better than just standing there uselessly.

Therese is smaller than Chloe, shorter than her by what Chloe thinks must be nearly half a foot and much slimmer, the delicate bones of her throat and shoulder feeling terribly small under Chloe's mouth, but that's part of what she likes so much about being with women. Even the strongest woman in the world just feels different than a man ever can.

She has a feeling Therese doesn't quite know what she's saying at this point and it makes her smile as she pulls back, lifting both hands to cup either side of her face.

"You're terribly beautiful," she says, just looking at Therese for a moment before she ducks her head to kiss her without giving her a chance to respond. If she waits too long she has a feeling Therese might only grow flustered and that's the last thing Chloe wants in a moment like this.

It's not the sort of thing Therese has ever really known how to respond to. Then again, she hasn't heard it all that often. Richard used to say so, but everything about their relationship seemed to her to be born out of a sense of obligation; even when he said he loved her, she isn't sure he meant it, even if he thought he did. He wouldn't have known what love looked like or what to do with it, that all-consuming ache in her chest that she used to feel around Carol. That was love.

This is something else entirely. Mutual attraction, maybe, though it's hard to see what someone like Chloe could see in someone like her. Regardless, Therese isn't going to protest to it, head tipped back so she can lean into the kiss, simply because she wants to. That, too, is a difference — it's want rather than need, and in a way, it feels that much better for it. She can do this because she's chosen to, because it's fun, and there isn't anything wrong with that. At least, for the time being, it's easy to think so, to try to emulate even just a fraction of Chloe's confidence.

She wants to say the same, when Chloe is unimaginably stunning, but that would require pulling away, and Therese doesn't want to do that yet.

The elevator slows to a stop and Chloe has to pull back, knowing she would much rather continue this in the privacy of her apartment than here in the elevator and she has a feeling Therese would say the same. There's no one on the other side of the doors when they slide open this time, which works for Chloe, not wanting to risk that moment of Therese wondering if people are looking at them, judging them, trying to figure out what they're doing. Chloe would never have any problem ignoring them and she knows all of this is still something of a new experience for Therese, but because of that she'd rather it all be as comfortable as possible.

"This way," she says softly, taking Therese by the hand again and leading her into the hall, then down toward her door. Reaching into her pocket, she fishes out her keys once again, then opens her apartment door and leads Therese inside.

The apartment is like all the others, she imagines, but Chloe has added what look like personal touches here and there. They're not, everything in this place is essentially meaningless with the exception of the compass she'd stolen, which is in a lockbox at the back of her closet. The subtle, timeless decorations, though, are done with a purpose. It gives the apartment personality without revealing anything personal at all.

"Home sweet home?" she says, though it's more a question than anything as she turns to give Therese a grin.

Again, still, Therese follows along readily when Chloe leads her down the hall, her pulse ratcheting up as she does. Even just this, she thinks, is something she's never experienced before. Save for those last two nights, she and Carol slept in separate beds; when they came together, it was unplanned, nothing she could have seen coming. This, though — they know what they're here for, and there's something of an adrenaline rush that accompanies that, at least for her. There's still, even now, a part of her that could so easily change her mind and back out, but that would be for cowardice, not any lack of desire. That afternoon at the parade, Chloe told her to be brave, to take what she wants. There can't be any harm in doing that now.

Smiling softly once they're inside, she glances around the apartment, taking all of it in. "It's nice," she says, and means it. Her own apartment is barely decorated, mostly because she doesn't have the first idea what to do with it. "But I can think of something nicer." She steps close to Chloe again then, not quite touching, but near enough to feel the warmth that her body would provide. She would much rather look at Chloe than all of this. "I... don't really know what I'm doing. But." But she wants this. But she'll gladly follow any instructions Chloe has to give, anything to keep drinking her in, to bask in all of that confidence and beauty.

"You know enough," Chloe answers, slipping her arm around Therese and bending to kiss her again. Before this, the kisses she's given her have been a little lighter, not quite chaste, but certainly not the sort of kiss she's giving her now. Without waiting, Chloe's lips part and she can feel Therese's mouth, warm and pliant under her own, and she tightens the grip of her arm before turning them in the direction of her bedroom. She can make getting there almost as much fun as being there will be, but she still wants them moving.

They both know why they're here, after all.

Her other hand slides up to cup Therese's face, then back a little, tangling in the strands of her hair. She's moving in careful steps, guiding Therese in the right direction, moving them down the hall, toward the open bedroom door.

Whether or not she knows enough, Therese can't be entirely sure, half-convinced that she's about to wind up fumbling and awkward and embarrassing herself. It doesn't matter, though, when Chloe is kissing her like this, enough to steal the breath from her, her own certainty enough for Therese to follow suit. After all, if there's one thing she does know, it's that she wants this, wants her, and is alright with the fact of that. It isn't something illicit here, some stolen moment that could later be used against them. It's simply — well, what she hopes will become sex, a thought that's strange to have occur to her but true even so, desire curling deep in the pit of her stomach as she follows unthinkingly after Chloe.

It's like there's a tether between them, keeping her close, her mouth eager under Chloe's. They could be going anywhere right now, and Therese thinks she would go too without a question. As it is, having a good idea where they're going makes it that much better, her hands anchored at Chloe's waist to keep her steady as she walks, head tilting slightly with the gentle pull of her fingers. With Carol, she'd never known anything could feel so good. This is a different sort of good, something to simply enjoy, and she means to savor every second of it, a soft sound in her throat as she leans into the kiss.

While Chloe is still sure Therese is convinced she doesn't know enough, there's proof right here that she does. The way she follows along, the way she presses into the kiss, the sounds she's making, it's all instinct and Chloe is of the mind that more people ought to listen to that little voice in their head that tells them what to do. That voice is so rarely wrong, after all.

She pushes open her bedroom door with one hand, not bothering to flip on the light. It's still bright outside and the light filtering in through the bedroom window is more than enough to see by. And Chloe does want to see.

She pauses once they're inside the bedroom, pulling back from Therese so she can shed her light jacket, then hook her fingers in the hem of her tank top and pull it up and over her head.

Though it's just about the last thing she wants to do, Therese takes a small step back once they're in the bedroom and Chloe has pulled away, a little breathless just from kissing her. It's been such a long time, she realizes, since she's done anything like this, and with Carol, it was entirely too short-lived. Before her, there had only been Richard, and while they may not have gone all the way, she can't say she particularly enjoyed anything they did together. Certainly she never felt like this with him, her heart beating rapidly, chest tight with anticipation.

She watches as Chloe takes off her jacket and tank top, not bothering to pretend like she isn't, a little awestruck even now to be here and doing this. Just what Chloe has to get from all of this, she doesn't know, but it doesn't matter. She won't waste this opportunity. Trying again to summon up what courage she has, she tugs her own shirt over her head in turn, stepping towards Chloe again after, hands hovering just over her sides. "Can I?"

"I'll be offended if you don't," Chloe answers in a low, teasing voice, grinning as Therese takes off her own shirt. Her clothes are a little more conservative than what Chloe would wear herself, but underneath their clothing, they're all the same, pleasant and familiar, and she watches with a hint of hunger in her gaze. Then she's moving back again and her hands reach out, sliding over Therese's shoulders and then down her back, pulling her closer again. Her skin is warm and smooth and soft, so unlike most men and it's part of what Chloe loves about women. How different they feel, even when they're incredibly strong.

She ducks her head for another kiss, using her body to press Therese back toward the bed. She wants nothing more than to have her lying down now, to see her spread out on the bed, to be able to take her time undressing Therese the rest of the way.

Especially being half-undressed like this, Therese can't pretend that she isn't flustered. No one has seen her like this in such a long time, and even then, there's been hardly anyone; it isn't a feeling she's used to, having this much attention turned to her, no matter how welcome it might be. That alone is unusual for her. She's thought about this, though, since that afternoon at the parade, and surreal as it may be to be here now, she's not about to change her mind or pull away now. Chloe is the one who told her she should take what she wants. Right now, there's nothing she can think of that she wants more than this.

Her hands settle on Chloe's sides as she blindly walks backwards towards the bed, skimming up over her ribs, thumbs resting just below her breasts, at the edge of her bra. It would be easy to get overwhelmed and do nothing, save for leaning into the kiss, but she's difficult to resist, and Therese doesn't want to waste this chance.

Long before they found themselves here, Chloe knew she would have to be the one taking charge and she doesn't mind at all, rather likes it, in fact. Her hands slide over Therese's back, then down over her ass, smoothing over the firm curve of her backside with a low moan into her mouth. She's smaller than Chloe and slight and she loves how that feels, a little delicate under her hands in a way men rarely ever do.

"Lie back," she murmurs, ducking to press a kiss to Therese's throat, to the edge of her collarbone, the centre of her chest, just between her breasts. She smells and tastes utterly divine and Chloe needs more. It's a simple thing, to continue her path down Therese's torso, kissing a line straight over the band of her bra, down her stomach as she sinks to her knees in front of her.

Breath caught in her throat, Therese doesn't need any more coaxing than that to lie back when Chloe tells her to, head lifted just slightly so she can still look at her, though she's almost too self-conscious to do so. In spite of that, she's sure, too, knows without hesitation that this is what she wants, and Chloe certainly doesn't seem to have any doubts on that front. Any reasons she would have not to act on that don't exist here, strange as that's been to learn and get used to. Maybe she'll never be as comfortable as some of the people here are, ones who didn't come from a time like she did. That doesn't mean she shouldn't get to enjoy herself.

Acting on some instinct she wouldn't have guessed she had, she lets her legs fall slightly open as Chloe's mouth trails lower, her fingers threading feather-light through Chloe's hair, mostly so she can keep touching her in some way. She isn't quite as clueless now as she'd been when Carol first took her to bed, and she doesn't want this to seem one-sided.

With a grin as Therese relaxes back on the bed, at the feel of her fingers threading through her hair, Chloe ducks her head to press a kiss to the inside of one knee. Her hands bunch in the material of Therese's skirt at the same time, pushing it up as she follows the path it takes with her mouth, her lips and teeth dragging gently against the sensitive skin just inside her thigh.

By the time she has Therese's skirt pushed up nearly around her waist, Chloe is having to squeeze her own thighs together to give herself just a little bit of friction. Her fingers slide up higher, tucking into the waist of Therese's underwear and she glances up, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Alright, darling?" she asks. There's little doubt in her mind of the answer, but she wants to be sure before she does anything. She wants to know Therese is comfortable.

Alright doesn't seem like a remotely adequate description for how Therese feels right now. Her heart is racing, her breaths shallow, and she wants so badly that she barely knows what to do with it. It's a heady, dizzying sensation, and while not unpleasant in the least, nearly overwhelming. Still, it isn't as if she's not alright, or even like she wants to slow down and take this in and figure out what they're doing. It doesn't matter; it doesn't have to matter. There are no real stakes here, just Chloe's hands moving up her legs and to her underwear, her own skirt hitched up just about as high as it will go. She should, probably, be self-conscious. Were she more in her right mind, she likely would be. As it is, the warm blush coloring her cheeks comes from something else entirely.

"I'm alright," she says, nodding as best she can while lying down, tipping her head just slightly so she can meet and hold Chloe's gaze, though doing so only makes her heart beat that much faster. "I'm — very alright."

That's all the encouragement Chloe needs and she flashes another grin as she tugs gently, sliding the material down Therese's hips and thighs until she can discard her underwear on the floor beside her. It'd be nice to get entirely undressed at this point, but she's caught up in what she's doing, in the feel of Therese's soft skin, then scent of her and Chloe breathes in deeply, pressing her thighs apart gently with her hands.

She smiles, flicking her gaze up for a brief moment, then drops her head again, her lips dragging up the inside of Therese's thigh at the same time as her fingers move up the other. They find the warmth between Therese's legs, gliding over her clit in more of a tease than anything as her mouth climbs higher still until she's pressing her lips to the crease of her thigh.

Though she's done this before, been in the same position, there's still something remarkable about sex actually feeling good. For all that time, she'd thought she was just supposed to go along with what Richard wanted to do and ignore the fact that she didn't enjoy any of it. What she'd been missing, she thinks, was this — actual desire, and someone interested in how it feels for her instead of just expecting her to go through the motions. It isn't like she thinks he was ever malicious, or would have taken anything that she expressly didn't want to give. He was just oblivious, and she was deep in denial.

Now, there's none of that. Now, she knows exactly what she wants. She inhales on a soft gasp at the brush of Chloe's fingers, and it's all she can do to keep her hips still. It's been such a long time since anyone touched her at all. She's acutely aware of that now, her head lifting enough to glance down at Chloe, eyes wide with want.

It's a hell of a thing, having someone look at her like that, and Chloe doesn't expressly go looking for inexperienced partners -- she actually tends to find herself with those who are usually as experienced as she is -- but this is certainly something she thinks she could get used to. She grins then, just briefly, her lips turning up against the skin of Therese's thigh before she uses her fingers to part her gently and drags her tongue up, along the sensitive bundle of nerves, dancing along her clit.

And she can't help but moan, her eyes slipping closed as she sinks into this. The taste of her, the sensation of her body moving, the soft tremble of her muscles. It's been awhile since she's been with a woman and there are so many things she misses about it at times, but this right here tops the list.

How she could ever have thought that she wanted something other than this, Therese has no idea. Granted, it isn't like it couldn't have just as easily been a man on his knees and touching her like this, but she can't imagine that it would be anything close to the same. Just the way Chloe's hands and mouth feel are distinctly different in that regard, enough to make Therese feel like her every nerve ending is sparking, a faint, high moan in her throat that she can't manage to hold back. Somehow, she gets the feeling that Chloe wouldn't want her to, anyway, and just in the very fact of that, there's something remarkable.

She still isn't sure what the appeal is for Chloe, why she's here. For the time being, though, Therese doesn't want to overthink any of that; she doubts she'd be able to if she tried. It's difficult to pay much attention to anything than the fact that she is here, that she can do this and not have to hide it, that there's nothing wrong with it and nothing bad that could come of it. Her back arches, her breath hitches, and she thinks maybe she ought to say something, but she's out of words. They've never been her strong suit anyway. Her body, for the moment, will have to speak for itself.

The material of Therese's skirt gives her something to hold onto, but Chloe gives a little moan of frustration, wishing she'd stopped long enough to get her entirely undressed, to be able to feel more of her warm skin. It's not enough to distract her, though, or keep her from doing what she wants and she slides one hand down the inside of Therese's thigh, slowly pressing her legs apart further and then slipping one finger inside of her.

All of this is done without letting up with her tongue, drawing circles and sucking a little harder before she backs off just enough to tease and then leans in again. This is nothing like going down on a man, nothing even close, Chloe knows she can never compare them. This is something she can get lost in and she is now, moaning against Therese, drawing her finger out and then adding a second.

Just as it had been before, as they made their way in here and undressed, at least partway, it's the easiest thing in the world for Therese to let Chloe move her, shifting however is needed. With her legs spread wide and the very fact of where Chloe is and what she's doing, it occurs to Therese distantly that she ought to be self-conscious, and maybe later she will be. For the time being, it's something else that has her cheeks flushed hot and pink, her breaths shaky.

She's never wanted someone like this, not really. With Carol, it was as if they'd been on a collision course since the day they first locked eyes across Frankenberg's, the first night Carol took her to bed a resolution of the tension that had been steadily building between them and the longing in her that had only ever grown. The sex was good, better than good, but that wasn't the point.

This, it's purely physical, blissfully so. Between the soft pressure of Chloe's mouth and the fingers she works into her, eliciting a gasp from Therese, it's agonizingly wonderful, her hips rocking forward of their own accord, one arm reaching back behind her to try to find purchase on something, anything, fingers eventually clutching at a sheet as if for dear life. "That's — that's good," she gasps, as if that doesn't already more than speak for itself. "Oh, oh—"

One of the few problems with the life Chloe leads is that there are very few women involved, she has had very few opportunities like this, very few chances to meet women she's attracted to. If she's working, which she often was before Darrow, she tended to be surrounded by men and this is certainly one of the few areas in which Darrow might be preferable. And Therese, although she's been shy in some areas, certainly isn't hesitant now and Chloe would grin if she could, but instead she quickens the gentle thrust of her fingers inside of her.

Right now, in a rare moment, none of this is about her. She's here, of course, because she's attracted to Therese, but it feels good to make her feel good.

Instead of responding, though, she just doubles her efforts, loving the noises Therese is making, wanting to know what she sounds like when she comes.