Dominique smiled to her. ”I’m not hungry… not for food at least.” She said. ”Maybe… maybe I should call, um… call a cab, to take me home?” Dominique asked her.

”I’ll drive you, I have time.” Elisa offered.

Dominique considered that a moment. ”Alright… detective.”

Elisa swallowed and fought the urge to forget everything and start kissing the bare skin of Dominique’s neck. It had been so long since she’d… her and Rebecca had a few times, but that… She stepped back and shook her head, smiling a little. ”You’re way too tempting for my own good, I think.” Elisa said a little sheepishly.

Dominique laughed, closed the small distance between them, and kissed her gently, just briefly. ”We’re… we’re about the same size. Do you think I could borrow some clothing? For the drive?” She asked, swallowing, feeling a kind of fluttery excitement inside at the idea of spending more time with this woman. It made her feel even more the fool, but somehow, it didn’t matter to her all that much that she felt that way. At least, it didn’t matter enough for her to change her behavior.

”I, sure. Of course. Um, come on.” Elisa took her hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom, Dominique following silently along.

In Elisa’s room, Dominique sat on the edge of the bed and looked around curiously while Elisa opened her closet. The room was like the rest of the house, orderly and simply pleasant to be in. And, like the rest of the house, there were certain cultural influences she couldn’t help but notice as well. ”I’m curious what your ancestry is…” She spoke.

”Oh, okay… well, my mom, Diane, she’s a Nigerian immigrant, came to the states when she was five, and my dad, Peter, he’s Apache, Native American – That side of the family’s from Arizona, originally. I mostly just grew up here, in the city, though. And, um, sorry, I don’t really have that much to choose from for clothes.” She admitted. ”Jeans and a tee-shirt okay?” She asked, offering her an exact match for the blue jeans and black tee-shirt she’d had on yesterday. Today, this morning, she’d just been wearing shorts and a shirt with an NYPD logo on it that Dominique got the impression she’d slept in.