Awards shows usually went like this; step one, spend three hours getting every pore covered, every split end snipped, and squeezing into some outfit that you only had a minute amount of say in. Step two, clamber into a vehicle and then arrive on the red carpet- upon exit of the vehicle, prepare to be blinded by dozens of camera flashes hitting your retinas from the second your foot hits the ground until you're inside- all the while, with people screaming at you to look at them. Step three, enter the building where the show is being held, proceed to where you ought to be, get drinks. That's the simple version.
She wasn't asked to present this year, as she was the year before. She wasn't even nominated for anything, either, which meant she was in for something of a more laid back evening, since she was only there as a guest. Chloe was thankful for that.
She'd still had to endure the hours of tedious grooming, but having Stacie there made it easier; it was easy for them to laugh and crack jokes; even Gail seemed to be in one of the most jovial moods Chloe had seen her in in a long time. But, she was usually tickled pink on award show nights. And Chloe could admit that the excitement was contagious; especially with Stacie. The girl was absolutely thrilled, considering she was nominated for several awards and was a unanimous shoe-in for Best Newcomer.
Plus, after her last meeting with Beca and Luke, she felt like a schoolgirl; Beca had even texted her just to chat the night afterwards.
Chloe wasn't sure what she wanted; but she knew that this felt good.
So, for once, her nerves weren't through the roof when she stepped out of the limousine Gail had acquired for the whole team for arrival. She had no obligations other than to look pretty, and she was in good company.
"Maria! Maria!" The photographers screamed her pseudonym at her as she crossed the carpet. She smiled bright, stopping to pose every few feet and allow them to really get their shots. The words were overwhelming, but she had managed to filter most of them out. "You look beautiful!"
"Over here, Maria!"
"Maria, what do you have to say about the rumours surrounding you and Beca?"
"Maria, will you be coming back to the industry?"
A few feet in front of her, Stacie quipped with one of the photographers and everyone nearby burst out into laughter. "Hey," She turned, shouting at Chloe over the chaos. "Come here, let's get some pictures!"
She was happy to get away from the assault of questions aimed at her while she walked alone; Stacie beamed at her as she approached, outstretching her hand and wagging her fingers with electric currents of excitement. Chloe grabbed a hold of the hand offered to her, and the girl pulled her into a tight embrace. The paparazzi gathered in this location cooed and expressed their admiration for their beauty.
"This is the best girl in the business," Stacie praised, earning her a laugh and playful shove from Chloe.
"Says you!"
One of the voices filtered through the others, "You two have really bonded, then?"
Could be a trick question. Might not be. Sometimes, it was hard to tell when something being asked was genuine, or entrapment for some kind of twisted, scandalized story. Stacie seemed to have heard the question, as well, and thankfully she was quicker on the fly than Chloe was.
"Of course! This is such a difficult industry, bonding with a sweet soul is the only thing that keeps you sane,"
Touched to have been described as a 'sweet soul', Chloe made sure to offer the taller girl a smile before they continued onwards.
Once inside, they had to depart relatively quickly; where Chloe got to sit in the upper tables and watch, Stacie's place was nestled into the front rows near the stage, for quick access if she won. Chloe made quick work of breaking into the champagne.
Gail was down in front with Stacie, and her only other client nominated for a single award; while Chloe was accompanied by the remaining two clients and an older woman she'd never seen before. She only had to suffer through about ten minutes of Gail's youngest, and newest client, Amber, complimenting her up the butt (that was fine), and then grilling her on how she 'did it'. How she 'made it big'. To which, Chloe could offer absolutely no advice, because she wasn't sure, herself. People just took to her.
She spent the night cheering, and clapping politely; though with more vigor for all of Stacie's nominations- and all three of her wins. Including best Newcomer. She ate when her plate of dinner was delivered to her around the middle of the ceremony; which took a bit of the edge from the champagne off, because she had started to swim and it was a little early in the evening for that. She stayed away from the glass until the end of the show, but now it was on to part two of the evening.
Gail would talk them into attending an afterparty of some kind. It wouldn't be anything wild; Chloe knew this, and that was the only reason she didn't grovel. Award shows after parties like this were usually drinking more champagne at some Playboy-esque rich dude's house, and Gail herself was always there.
When Stacie came squealing, running up to the table in her kitten-heels, clutching the three awards in her hands- Chloe congratulated her. She didn't look like she was secretly dying inside; a feeling that Chloe had found herself sitting in after her first award shows, and the initial excitement had worn off. No, Stacie looked like she was genuinely very happy to be in this situation, which made it a whole lot easier for Chloe to feel that way for her and not let her past emotions taint her response. "Ready to go drink at some old dude's house?" The girl asked, mirroring Chloe's recent thought.
She scoffed. "Ready as I'll ever be,"
"I'm ready to actually get drunk," The girl sighed, readjusting the top of her dress from where it had gone slightly out of place from her run. "Gail was keeping a tab on my liquor consumption."
"It's for the best," Chloe placed an assuring hand on her shoulder as the girls began to filter out, following behind Gail like a train of ducklings. "Trust me, there's nothing worse than getting up on that stage and realizing that you're too far gone to make a half-decent speech."
Stacie hums, her eyes squinting conspiratorially. "Maybe- but it's no fun."
Returning to their vehicles is the same process as entering; except everyone is notably less interested in indulging in the attention, and more apt to get going. To their various parties, or obligations, or home. Chloe is surely in that mindset.
Snug and safe, pressed into the far side of the backseat with Stacie flanking her other side, Chloe can breathe. Pulling her phone from the depths of her clutch bag, she starts it up and waits for it to reboot. That was a Gail rule; no phones on during the award shows. It was bad form, and the woman's wrath would rain down if she caught wind of even the most discreet peeks at the device. Next to her; Stacie does the same.
How were the awards?
Beca's name is emblazoned across the screen, just below Aubrey's question of the same regard.
"What are you so smiley about?" Stacie's hand squeezes around Chloe's knee, startling her. She hadn't realized she'd been staring down at the thing- which is why she blubbers for a moment- giving the other girl just enough time to lean over and see for herself. "Oooh,"
"Aubrey," Chloe attempts to clarify, knowing where Stacie's mind was going. Though- she was entirely right, but she didn't feel like having this conversation at the very moment. "Thank you very much."
"Your friend who hates porn?" Stacie tacks on- dry, disbelieving.
Chloe tuts. "She doesn't hate porn. She hates that I do porn." Green eyes level her in the lowlight, their scrutiny evident. "Okay- she probably does hate porn. Which is why," She wasn't even sure why she was trying to save her own skin so hard right now. She knew she could trust Stacie. "I'm happy that she even made the effort to ask."
"Right." Stacie accepts, though she can tell that this was just because she was intuitive enough to see that Chloe doesn't want to discuss the topic, rather than her actual belief in what she was saying. "Can you promise you're not going to ditch me at the party?"
This request made Chloe double take- not understanding entirely, she knit her brows together and stared at the girl across from her. "Why would I ditch you?"
With her hundred watt smile, Stacie squeezed her knee again and gave her a rough shake. "I don't think you would. But-" Lolling her head to the side, she swept a long lock of hair over her shoulder. "The second you're alone- it's old perves trying to get lucky for as far as the eye can see. It's like they can smell it."
It was true. Chloe scoffed her agreement to that statement. "Yeah. Buddy system is a given," Stacie mentioned something about her thanks, and Chloe unlocked her phone again as they made their way through the LA streets, towards the hills.
Classic awards, but a bit better than usual since I didn't have anything to worry about ;)
"Hey," Stacie pulled a small, silver flask from her purse with a conspiratorial wink, shaking it in her direction. "Do you want some?"
How the girl managed to get that past Gail, Chloe would never know. "What is it?"
"Delicious," The girl popped the cap and took a swig. "You want some, Red?"
Again, she trusted Stacie, obviously. She wasn't sure if she trusted herself, however. "Will it mix well with the champagne already in my stomach?"
The girl shrugged, swishing the contents around in the flask thoughtfully. "Probably not, but we'd be in it together."
Something about the sentiment brought Chloe back to her highschool graduation party. She, Aubrey, and their old friend Jessica had made Jell-O shots of deadly quantities in Jessica's kitchen; they were so strong that Chloe could hardly stomach them. "Should we toss them?" Chloe had asked, still wincing from the last one she'd tried, feeling the burn of alcohol on her tongue.
"We worked hard to get our hands on that liquor," Jessica pointed out, with her face screwed up, too. "We should just bite the bullet."
Aubrey had been unimpressed, either way. She'd tried one, and vowed no more. Called it a bunk. Chloe had levelled Jessica with a resilient, but wary look. "It would kill us- we'd be wasted,"
Jessica had laughed. "It's graduation!" She poked a Jell-O shot tentatively, watching it's blue mass jiggle. "We'd all be going down together,"
And went down together, the two of them had; much to Aubrey's despair. The memory brought a smile to her face, and feeling optimistic, she reached for the flask. With a giggle, Stacie handed her the metal bottle and Chloe popped it's seal, bringing it tentatively to her lips. It smelt of cinnamon, spice- and, of course, liquor. She took a small sip first and let the flavours dance on her tongue- and then a larger one. It went down so smooth, it was dangerous.
"Let the fun begin," Stacie quipped, reaching for the flash and taking another sip.
They met up with Gail outside of the house, had a quick meet and greet with her that involved the woman begging them to stick around for an hour to be polite. It was an easy enough task. An hour wasn't a lot to ask. She and Stacie stayed true to the Buddy System; with one or the other requesting a chaperone to the washroom whenever they got caught around a particularly weird ex-pornstar, ex-producer, or just creep in general. They posed for a few photos; Gail made sure of that, too, including one where she and Stacie lounged against one of the golden velvet couches that adorned the mansion, and made quick work of uploading that to social media. She and Stacie also finished off the girl's flask, and then got into more of the free champagne there, and fancy desserts.
It actually made the hour easy. It was just after twelve, after one creep too many, when Chloe suggested they pack it in for the night. They'd said their goodbye to Gail, and giggled out into the front lawn to wait for Bumper. The world shook and rolled under Chloe's feet, and she wondered when the last time she truly felt this giddy was.
"I'd suggest laying down on the grass," Chloe sighed, feeling the soft foliage under her bare feet from where she'd discarded one shoe. "But someone would probably look up our dress,"
The taller girl giggled; her black dress blended into the night; while Chloe's, which was shimmering with gold and iridescence reflected the patio lights like a disco ball. "I'd say that was just a pornstar thing but- unfortunately- it's not. It's just a girl thing,"
"Men suck." Chloe intoned, knowing that the other girl wasn't entirely wrong.
"Yup." Stacie popped the 'p', and giggled again. "I feel amazing,"
"Me too," She spotted Bumper pull up on the curb and pulled Stacie along with her; nearly forgetting her shoe in the process. The poor boy put up with them all the way back to Chloe's apartment- rambunctious and tipsy in the car. But she knew it as soon as she crossed the threshold to her front door; she was relieved to finally be home.
She could tell Stacie must have felt the same as she all but threw the heels from her feet, massaging them with a grateful moan as she freed them. With only a gaze, Chloe knew their next stop was the bathroom to remove the layers of makeup that plagued their skin. She pulled her own shoes from her feet and crossed the apartment to the bathroom; flicking on the light and examining the way her drunken face sat in the mirror. She giggled to herself.
"So," Stacie swept her hair over her shoulders, fingers fiddling with her earrings as she worked to remove them. "You and Beca," Chloe knew where this was going; and she knew her brain was not working quick enough to really be able to have this conversation, or any of the denial that was necessary. She sighed, mirroring Stacie's action in reaching for the back of her earrings as the girl eyed her mischievously. "Are you guys like, a thing?"
Leave it to Stacie. Chloe watched as the younger girl set her hoops down on the counter, bracing herself and leaning forwards some, green eyes twinkling. She swam a bit in Chloe's vision, and in that moment, she tried to count how many glasses of champagne she'd had that night- but the number escaped her somewhere after the fifth.
"I don't know," She drawled, carefully setting her pair of dangles next to Stacie's, staring at her perfectly French manicured nails. Shorter on the middle and index finger, and she scoffed to herself. Porn. At least Stacie was considerate.
But, no, she didn't know at all. The girl seemed to have sensed this as Chloe thought, the cogs working through things in her mind; because she said nothing, waited patiently as Chloe collected what she did know.
And it was that Beca was closed off. Maybe she knew, as Chloe did, too- that becoming 'a thing' was dangerous for this work relationship that they'd established. They could help each other too much for things to risk falling out of place. There were a few moments lately where she wished something would happen; and she couldn't help but address the visceral reactions that she sometimes had in Beca's presence. The way that they had bled into her dreams. She knew that deep down, she wanted to explore those feelings with Beca. She liked the idea of it; it enticed her.
But that's all it seems to be. An idea.
"No," She finally corrects herself, the resignation of it riding out on a coattail of another sigh. "No, I don't think we're a thing."
Her discontentment with this statement was obvious, and Chloe frowns upon hearing it in her own voice. Years ago, it would have been out of character for her to feel so defeated. Peeking up at Stacie, she finds the taller girl staring down at her, imploring. "You're upset about that." She doesn't ask.
"It's complicated," She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, turning a faucet on in an attempt to make herself look busy. Casually waits for it to run to an alright temperature, and wets a face cloth. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested," Stacie hums her understanding. "And sometimes I think she's interested too, you know?" All of those looks. The flirty remarks. She knew Beca was no flirt by nature, not in the way that Stacie was, or even herself. "But it just wouldn't be good. Not with us working together the way we are,"
The other girl nods, and Chloe can tell that she's really thinking it through; before her eyebrows twitch upwards and she blows air out through her cheeks. "That is complicated."
She thinks about asking Stacie if she has any advice for her, but her liquor addled brain quickly reminds her that she spends all her sober time thinking about it, anyways, and that it can probably wait. "I don't wanna feel sorry for myself," Chloe decides aloud, and she sees Stacie's lip twitch into the faintest trace of a smile. The respect from knowing when it's time to set a trouble to the side for now. Bunching her hair between her hands, Chloe lifts it upwards and turns around, offering the zipper of her dress in Stacie's direction. "Can you unzip me?"
"Sure thing," The girl makes quick work of it. "And, by the way, I wouldn't spend too much time agonizing over it."
"No," She murmured, shrugging the shoulders of her dress off and shimmying it down her body. "You're probably right." But she knows that she will likely continue to do so.
"Mm-hmm," Chloe carefully hangs the dress up on the hanger left on the back of the washroom door, but decides that she can wait until the morning to replace it back into the bag from which it came. Her drunk mind doesn't even want to begin to think about struggling with it. "Can you do me next?" Stacie asked, sliding off of the counter and turning around in a similar manner as Chloe had; lifting her hair to expose the zipper on her back.
Chloe had half a mind to ask the girl to hold on for a moment; so she could put a t-shirt on and get out of her nipple pasties and underwear, she also knew that Stacie wouldn't care. A silent, small voice tells her to pull it together. The recurring question surfaces again; where is the old Chloe Beale? The unabashed, bold, confident girl without a care?
So she nods, wordlessly, and closes the space between them. She finds the zipper of Stacie's dress and pulls it downwards, revealing a slow line of smooth skin until it comes to a stop at her tailbone.
Stacie hums appreciatively. "That feels so much better," She sighs, spinning around. "I could hardly breathe in that thing." Chloe expects her to take a step back, but she doesn't. The small voice takes this as another challenge of her personal space, though she questions if she should be the one to take a step back. She questions this for so long, that the other girl narrows her eyes playfully, and in that split second Chloe realizes she has yet to say something.
"Yeah," Is all she can come up with. "It looked tight."
"It was tight," Stacie agreed, eyes taking Chloe's whole presence into account, and Chloe can almost feel them against every exposed millimetre of flesh. And then she sighs, again, loftier this time. "But it's coming off now," And in one fluid motion, she begins peeling the dress off of the front of her body and Chloe is thinking that she would really appreciate another glass of wine right about now.
"Do you want another glass of wine?" Even though, by the level of fog clouding her thoughts currently, she knows it's probably not the best idea. She's willing to make bad choices right now, though.
Stacie smiles lightly. "No," She says, just above a whisper. "Thank you."
At least someone is looking out for them.
She should probably move, she knows this. Back up a bit, that would be normal. But, she's stuck; in a kind of drunken paralysis that has her watching the way Stacie's lips curl, the way her tongue darts out to wet them, and by the way she can see that Stacie's vision seems to be similarly preoccupied.
She's drunk. They both are. Chloe has the self-awareness to give a little bit of thought to that.
She's seen Stacie naked. Has touched her skin before in the most intimate of places, but the atmosphere has dropped so suddenly, has become so heavy, that it feels like she hasn't before. Chloe prays she's not the only one who has made this observation- that there isn't something wrong with her, entirely misreading the room- so when after what feels like far too many seconds have passed, she searches for Stacie's gaze again.
The girl is looking back at her from under her lashes, eyes seeming to have taken on several shades of green darker than they had been previously, and Chloe inhales at the confirmation of her thoughts.
With this silent permission granted, she allows her eyes to drop again, absorbing the sight of Stacie's exposed skin. The freckle on her right collarbone. She hadn't noticed that before. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Chloe reaches for the girl's waist; moving slowly, as if to allow them both time to process their thoughts about what was happening.
Her skin was warm under her hand; the fabric of the black lace panties coarse under her fingers, but the touch, as light as it was, was all the encouragement Stacie needed to close the remaining gap between them. This movement, too, emboldens Chloe to expand her exploration; one hand running around to the small of the girl's back, while the other begins to inch upwards towards her ribcage.
It felt different, she supposed, because it wasn't scripted. This is why it felt new. Of course, there was a degree of freedom in porn but it was all still under the pretense of work.
Stacie reaches out and places her hands correspondingly against Chloe's own waist, and her first thought is that it feels good. She can't remember the last time she'd been touched intimately like this, outside of her last scene with Stacie; where the rules still applied that it felt fake during those times.
Something floods her brain; a reminder that she'd been missing this. She gasps softly at the touch, her roaming hands coming to a stop at the underside of Stacie's breast, where the wire of the nude coloured strapless bra sat. The noise that left her invigorates Stacie; the girl nudges Chloe's nose softly with her own, returning her attention to her face. There's barely even a moment to take in Stacie's expression before the taller girl leans forward and presses her lips softly against Chloe's in a chaste, thoughtful kiss. Like she knew that this first kiss would decide the course of things. Like Chloe could back out. She understood, without a doubt, that in this moment, Stacie was giving her the power to decide where they went from here.
If she had any qualms about the situation before, they evaporate the second she understands this gentle consideration of her vulnerability.
She can feel Stacie about to pull away, and Chloe holds on tight, keeping her fixed firmly in place, and deepens the kiss. A soft noise of delight escapes the other girl then; like this was the outcome she expected, but it still held a pleasant surprise. A hand comes up and rakes through Chloe's hair, at the base of her skull, and the sensation of it sends a burning feeling in the base of her being, like a fire was slowly being stoked somewhere inside of her, seeping into her blood.
Without thinking, Chloe's grip tightened on the younger girl as the kiss grew feverish. Once the tone was established, they wasted no time on courtesy. They knew this dance; were well-versed in it.
Chloe always liked sex. Maybe even more before the porn; ever since, she'd felt that everyone she'd let into her bed was there for the sheer fact that she was a pornstar. Not for her, not really.
This was different, now. For once, the playing field was equal- and Stacie tasted of wine, cherries, summer fruits. She was confident, the way Chloe was slowly remembering that she was confident. They fell into a rhythm that challenged each other; her booze addled mind could hardly register the sensations, between her own hands wandering over the other girls exposed skin, and Stacie's hands doing the same to her. Soft hands tugged at the curve of her waist, and Chloe moaned at the gesture the moment before the back of her thighs made contact with the counter that Stacie had previously been occupying.
Thrown from her axis, the hand that had been tracing over Stacie's abdomen sprawled out to balance her, sending a canister of hairspray clattering to the linoleum.
"Oh," Chloe steadies herself, breaking from the kiss for a moment to examine what exactly had fallen, and how much a priority it would be to pick it up.
Chuckling, Stacie lowers her head. "Whoops," Her breath was hot against Chloe's ear, hand still wandering without hesitation.
"It's not-" a big deal- the words snatched out of her throat the moment Stacie's hands grip her waist as she shoves Chloe into the counter once more. A gasp left her throat at the aggression of the action- though she knew that there was an even larger degree of love behind it, a playfulness.
But she's too shocked to say anything, and Stacie's next conquest began down her neck. Tongue leaving a burning trail of desire from the base of her ear to the tender spot where her neck and her shoulder met, Chloe hummed in satisfaction, throwing her head back to allow the girl more uninhibited access.
She was happy to meet Stacie's pace before. Happy to show her equal interest in the upper hand, but the second Stacie's teeth nip at her, something in her stomach drops and churns, and she knows that she would be giving herself in entirely first.
"Are we really gonna do this here?" She asks breathlessly, fingers running along the clasp at the back of Stacie's bra, toying with it.
The taller girl hums in consideration, lips still ghosting against Chloe's neck. "No," Stepping away, so she held on to Chloe by nothing more than a few fingers. "That bed is too big and too comfortable for us to neglect."
"I'm glad you agree,"
Chuckling once more, Stacie leans forward, hands running along Chloe's exposed skin and then slipping without inhibition under her underwear and grasping at the flesh there. "Think nothing of it," She purred, leaning in and planting one more firm kiss against Chloe's mouth before backing up and outstretching a hand.
Without second thoughts, Chloe took it, and allowed herself to be pulled along towards her own bed. The room spun for a quick moment; the alcohol in her blood demanded to make itself known again, but she wasn't about to let that ruin their fun. It wasn't hard for her to come to the conclusion that she needed this; she needed the touch, the carelessness of it. She was tired of getting caught up about nothing.
Frankly, she was tired of sleeping alone.
She had allowed herself to become infatuated with Beca when everything about her screamed emotionally unavailable.
Now, Stacie may have been her friend- a good friend, by the way things currently looked- but she was still available. She was available and just as careless as Chloe wished to be.
Coming to a halt next to the bed, the tall girl spun her without warning so that their faces were inches apart- expecting a kiss, Chloe shut her eyes. "How drunk are you?"
The question startled her somewhat. Stacie's hands came up to cup her cheeks and Chloe found herself staring into the dark green depths of her eyes. "What?"
"How drunk are you?" She repeated, searching her, full of mirth. "Are you going to barf?"
Chloe took a moment to seriously analyze the state of her stomach, and her vision. Neither of which seemed to be doing the nauseous kind of somersaults anymore. Only the excited kind. So, she shook her head, with a soft, "No,"
Stacie's pleasure was imminent. "Good."
And then she shoved Chloe backwards onto the mattress. It bounced a bit under her weight and she couldn't help but let out a squeal of delight. "C'mere," She begged through her laughter, reaching for the girl, craving to feel the heat of Stacie's skin on top of her own. The girl smirked down at her, reaching behind her back to deftly unclasp the back of her bra.
"Patience, Red," She stripped the article from her body and threw it haphazardly to the floor. "I'd hate to rush this,"
She couldn't help but think that Stacie should never, ever, be given a script to work with ever again. Her own wit was better than anything the semi-professional porn writers could do, judging by the way her words brought hot magma stewing in the base of her gut. Propping herself up on her eyebrows, Chloe allowed herself to take in the scene of Stacie stripping what little was left on her body. She took the moment to remove the nipple pasties from her own skin.
Stacie's hand came down in a reprimanding slap against Chloe's own. "I wanted to do that," The girl pouted, her lithe fingers snaking their way around Chloe's wrist as she brought her body forward, lowering herself down and easing Chloe down with her.
"Sorry," Chloe tittered as she felt Stacie's grip begin to tighten, butterflies rising from the magma.
Stacie hummed, tracing her fingers along her opposite arm until she found the other wrist. She secured both in one hand possessively, leaving the other free to roam her exposed torso. Her nails scratched lightly down her stomach, toying with the fabric of Chloe's bottoms as she brought their lips together once again.
Chloe felt a growing desperation to deepen the kiss from the second they connected. She didn't want to be teased- she wanted Stacie, and now. A groan of dissatisfaction left her as Stacie broke the kiss, hovering just out of reach with an entirely smug expression. "Cut it out, Stace," The girl's hand grazed at the underside of her breast, and she arched her back to the touch without thinking. "You're totally-"
The tail end of her complaint disappeared into the ether as Stacie's hand clasped her breast, toying with her nipple between her thumb and her forefinger as she brought her lips to Chloe's neck in a wet kiss. She left a trail of molten fire from the base of her jaw, down to her shoulder, her collarbone, and then over both breasts. Chloe's hand twitched, aching to hold Stacie somewhere- anywhere- to feel her skin under her hands, but she remained pinned firmly down.
"You want to touch me?" Stacie felt the shift in Chloe's position, and she nods. The girl chuckles in return, offering a 'fine', before releasing her grasp and closing her lips around Chloe's nipple. She gasped at the contact, her hands immediately finding place clutching the dark hair at the base of Stacie's skull.
Or her shoulders.
Or her nails raking up the length of her back, producing noises that boosted the serotonin in her mind- when the girl finally applied pressure between her legs.
Chloe was able to shut her eyes when she needed to and revel in the sensation of being touched again; kissing feverishly. Existing. Experiencing. Enjoying what the girls fingers and tongue had to offer; and without having to stage it for porn, Chloe let herself reach that crescendo she had been so sure Stacie could take her to the last time they'd done this together. This time, the euphoria that washed over her body, was real and near blinding.
When her body began to release from tension, the exhaustion hit her in equal parts; the day caught up with her like a freight train, pulling her down like gravity into the mattress. Her bones and muscles turned to gelatin, sighing, she met Stacie's eyes as the girl giggled down at her. "I'll take that as a job well done?"
Chloe didn't even have access to the English language at the moment; she was drunk not only from the liquor but from her orgasm now, as well. So she nodded, gave an affirmative kind of grunt. Stacie kissed her once more on her inner thigh as a parting gift, and then on her cheek as she settled next to her.
They breathed together, for a moment.
And then Chloe broke the silence. "I'm really sorry, but I don't think I'm going to be able to get you back tonight."