Dominique got up and took the clothing, curiously going over to see Elisa’s closet herself. It had a few other articles of clothing in it as well, an interesting blue halter-top for instance, but mostly it was just the same outfit over and over: black shirt, blue jeans. Dominique smiled. ”It’s fine.” She said, finding this an endearing trait for some reason.

”I’ve never liked having to worry about what clothes to wear.” Elisa explained.

”Until I started living as a human, I never varied my attire either. It is bothersome; though you’re the first human I’ve ever met who thought so too.” Dominique replied, taking off her shift first while Elisa sat and watched her, then her belt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving herself essentially nude, except for her bracelet and armlet.

Elisa smiled a little dreamily at the sight. ”You’re beautiful…” She complemented her simply.

”Thank you.” Dominique smiled back to her, pleased with the complement. She went over and got the pair of jeans and got into them one leg at a time. They fit well.

”Oh, um, you can borrow some underwear too, if you want?” Elisa offered a little belatedly, getting up and making to go back over to the closet.

”No, it’s fine. It’s only for the drive, after all.” Dominique replied, walking over to her, having fastened the jeans at her waist, her chest was still bared, much to Elisa’s appreciation. She wanted to touch the other woman’s breasts, honestly, but didn’t. ”Here.” Dominique said, touching her shoulder. ”You should get dressed as well, don’t you think?” She asked, her eyes a little playful somehow.

Elisa smiled gently. ”Alright.” She agreed simply, taking off her shirt and stepping out of her shorts next. She looked at Dominique then and saw her just standing there with the NYPD logo shirt she’d just taken off in her hands. Her eyes were hungry and intense, their gazes met and Elisa swallowed reflexively. ”I…”

Dominique turned away, not having quite expected her reaction to seeing Elisa unclothed would be so intense. She somehow hadn’t expected Elisa to be so at ease about it in her presence, but the other woman, for some reason, just seemed to automatically trust her. Dominique still wasn’t sure she’d figured out why. ”I’ve decided… I’m going to wear this shirt of yours. You… you don’t mind?” She asked, not looking at Elisa. It was a small statement of intimacy, wanting to wear the shirt her… her prospective mate… had just been wearing, but she wanted to, she couldn’t deny it.