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The water was cool around her legs, rising rapidly, and still slim fingers covered the treasure that lay beneath them. Maya could feel her considering, it was obvious that the girl was embarrassed, yet she could see the glow of pride in her cheeks, the longing after her cleverly chosen words, and she knew it was a waiting game, a wanting game. Her fingers were extended, the offer hanging dangerous between them until finally, Claire took her hand. Fire. She caught just a flash of taut pink flesh, yet it was enough to set her on fire, longing burning hot through her body, from just the quickest of glances before she tore her eyes away.

A smile was set on her lips, green eyes sparkling with mischief and delight, lit by the late day sun, as she used their now twined fingers to tug Claire deeper into the water, waiting until it covered her own slender hips before she sunk down into a crouch, eyes scrunching closed for a few seconds as she acclimatised to the temperature. Looking back at her, she finally let her gaze settle on her chest, finding perfect little nipples strained into soft peaks, peppered with goosebumps, perched atop the slight swell of her growing chest. She looked long enough for Claire to realise that she was looking, before she met her gaze with a dazzling smile, "You're very pretty..." She didn't try to hide which part of her she was talking about.

Stepping back, toes curling into the soft sand on the ocean floor, she squeezed the cold fingers in her own, coaxing Claire down into the water. "it's not so bad once you dip your shoulders in...You've come this far..." Her voice was soft and sugared, and she forced herself not to let her eyes dip back to her chest; she had seen enough for the moment, and if things worked out as she planned, she knew there'd be plenty of time to explore her in the future - for now, she had to set the foundations. "Come float with me, tell me your plans for this summer..." She paused giving the girl a smile she doubted she would recognise as seductive, "If they're sucky, we'll make some better ones."

The Third Party

The comment brought a sense of pride in the young girl, a warm smile flashing at Maya before she shrugged as if it was nothing. But in all honesty, it was something. She couldn’t wait to brag about it to her friends, for the fact that she was thirteen and swam half-naked with someone (someone she would also call friend). With all this boast inside her, she simply shook her head. “Of course not,” she told her. But the skin beneath her hands were rising, scrunching, while goosebumps grew upon and around pink flesh. 

She was patient and slow as she proceeded deeper into the sea, hesitating as the waves gradually grew bigger and stronger against her legs. The encouraging words of the blonde brought somewhat of a rise to her, just as water hit the hem of her panties and the unexpectedly soaked cloth made her nearly gasp. As she couldn’t hear a stranger’s voice objecting in disgust yet, she was becoming convinced that there truly was no one else out with them.

Claire glanced around before her eyes shot down to the wiggling of her delicate fingers that always seemed so tempting to grab a hold of. As skinny dipping did always sound fun from the time she hit puberty, it would be a next step to the situation she was in now — and something she could tell her friends as well. A giggle was able to occur in ease, her slightly flinching at the droplets flicking at her. “Okay, okay…” she gave in. Quick moments passed by before she was slowly unclasp her tight fingers, a hand taking Maya’s as the vacant one awkwardly dropped to her side.

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Maya's toes had already touched the water, it was already running cool over them, sending goosebumps spilling up long bare legs, before she turned back to the sound of Claire's call. A laugh tugged at her lips, though heavy arousal washed over her, nipples straining against the thin lace of her bra, her skin tingling for a reason entirely different than the cold. "I have to say, I'm impressed, you're not a wimpy girl... I like that..." Her voice was smokey, emerald eyes burning over exposed shoulders, down slender arms, to the swell of her chest where she cupped her breasts. She stepped back a few paces more, walking backwards, the sea breeze whipping golden hair around her face, her features alight with a smile. "Hope you don't mind the cold..."

Once she was in up to her knees, she could feel the material of her panties growing damp against her, her eyes still devoured Claire, eating up her slim frame, and she was hungry for more, so much more. "Come on... you're not going to have any fun like that..." She eyed the hands that were clamped against her chest, before she held out her own for the girl to take. "No one can see us all the way out here, and we'll be deeper in the water soon." God she wanted her, to lay her out on the sand and push her tongue into her mouth, to part her legs and let her fingers play slick against her, to push into her for the very first time. She was biting the inside of her cheek, a killer smile still on her lips. 

She wiggled all ten of her fingers, waiting for the girl to take her hands. "If you're brave enough, I'll take you skinny dipping sometime", a devilish smirk played on her mouth, "There must be a place with a hot tub around here..." Her head swam with all the things she'd do to her childish body under those heated jets. "Come on, for now, this is me easing you in..." She kicked a little water at the girl, playful, wiggling her fingers once more, waiting for her to take her hands.

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Small fingers slipping into her own made Maya purr internally, a thrill shooting hot and wet right down into her panties, anticipation making her ache, making her skin tingle, and disbelief cling to the back of her throat. At the confirmation that Claire could swim, she nodded easily, “Good, I like to swim, but it’s always better with company”. She smiled again, a soft smile, though as skinny fingers dipped into the waistband of shorts, she thought it might fall right of her face. She was careful to keep her eyes away, to resist the urge that was tearing through her, an impulse, to look at her, to drink her in, unwilling to spook her, or make her uncomfortable. Claire was beautiful, young and soft, and her mind was pliable, Maya wanted to keep all that openness, kept her unworried and untainted, until she had time to make sure she trusted her enough not to tell anyone about all the things she hoped to do to her.

The next admission made her lose the battle, eyes flickering up to meet blue, waiting until Claire’s gaze was averted before they trailed down her body, lingering over the thin fabric of her shirt, already imagining what she would look like underneath, totally bare. “Well, we’re all girls here. You can leave your shirt on if you don’t mind it being wet, or if you’re worried about your mom, just toss it off.” She hated herself for the words, yet at the same time she was proud of her self control, the easiness that wrapped around her words. She wanted to see her, and already she ached to touch her, to make her gasp and writhe as she felt all the things Maya knew she could make her feel for the very first time, but more than that, she wanted to keep her, and that, required patience.

Careful green eyes spilled further down her lean body, ghosting over the cotton turquoise panties that covered her, and down long, hairless legs. She could have looked at her for hours, drove herself mad thinking of all the ways she wanted her, but conscious of Claire’s gaze, she returned her eyes to her face. “Do whatever makes you feel best. If your mom yells about the shirt, we’ll have to think of something to say…” She was already backing away, walking backwards, one hand running through her hair, loosening golden waves as she headed towards the shore.

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Small fingers slipping into her own made Maya purr internally, a thrill shooting hot and wet right down into her panties, anticipation making her ache, making her skin tingle, and disbelief cling to the back of her throat. At the confirmation that Claire could swim, she nodded easily, "Good, I like to swim, but it's always better with company". She smiled again, a soft smile, though as skinny fingers dipped into the waistband of shorts, she thought it might fall right of her face. She was careful to keep her eyes away, to resist the urge that was tearing through her, an impulse, to look at her, to drink her in, unwilling to spook her, or make her uncomfortable. Claire was beautiful, young and soft, and her mind was pliable, Maya wanted to keep all that openness, kept her unworried and untainted, until she had time to make sure she trusted her enough not to tell anyone about all the things she hoped to do to her.

The next admission made her lose the battle, eyes flickering up to meet blue, waiting until Claire's gaze was averted before they trailed down her body, lingering over the thin fabric of her shirt, already imagining what she would look like underneath, totally bare. "Well, we're all girls here. You can leave your shirt on if you don't mind it being wet, or if you're worried about your mom, just toss it off." She hated herself for the words, yet at the same time she was proud of her self control, the easiness that wrapped around her words. She wanted to see her, and already she ached to touch her, to make her gasp and writhe as she felt all the things Maya knew she could make her feel for the very first time, but more than that, she wanted to keep her, and that, required patience.

Careful green eyes spilled further down her lean body, ghosting over the cotton turquoise panties that covered her, and down long, hairless legs. She could have looked at her for hours, drove herself mad thinking of all the ways she wanted her, but conscious of Claire's gaze, she returned her eyes to her face. "Do whatever makes you feel best. If your mom yells about the shirt, we'll have to think of something to say..." She was already backing away, walking backwards, one hand running through her hair, loosening golden waves as she headed towards the shore.

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The green piece of food fell wonderfully on her tongue, taste buds rising and watering as she chewed the vegetable. Claire came up with the idea that it tasted better when Maya fed her, the delicacy of her hands she handled around the sticks much better than her fumbling fingers. Then again, she couldn’t demand for a second round. She was thirteen and considered a big girl by now. The “big girl” definitely couldn’t be asking for the adult to feed her. It was a strange musing Claire had wandering in her head and the only thing to help it whisk away was the notification of moments like these bound to happen more in the future. The brunette formed a smile at the blonde to the hear of that, taking in her last few soft chews before she was swallowing.

Her hands were suddenly squashed back against the ground once more, the heat rays of the sun beginning to toast on her skin. Having such a fair tone to coat her body, without sun screen meant sacrificing herself for a week’s burn. It happened to be a fortunate coincidence when Maya suggested the sea. “What?” Taken off guard, she nearly scoffed. They had no bathing suits and if she wasn’t so naive, she would already be popping out of her clothes and charging towards the ocean. But instead, she kept sat in the sand, furrowing an eyebrow with a rather amused expression. Maya then caught her attention, looking up as she squinted against the blaring sun. The female became somewhat silhouetted, blocking the glare from her sight. She was able to watch her undress, just in time for the shirt to tear off and the shorts to draw down. The look of mirth instantly shifted and went into a slight state of awe. Never has she seen a perfectly figured woman strip right before her. And now, she wished for there to be a rewind button, so she could watch it over again, to pinpoint every detail and aspect of it all.

Maya’s hand was suddenly in front of her face, bringing an unexpected shock to her as her eyes snapped down to slender fingers and ruby colored nails. An unknown tingle tinged with a growing ball of nervousness that stuck to the pit of her stomach. The last time she was at the beach, she only wore a one-piece. Bikinis were still yet to reveal to her. But she walked around in a bra and underwear all the time, before she started her day. That’s what it felt like, right? The temperature of her room wouldn’t be anything compared to the crisp air of their new setting. Besides, she didn’t want to burn, now did she? “Of course I do,” she answered. The community pool was the closest she had ever gotten to water. Claire grabbed the offering hand and was finally on her feet. Hesitant, she took hold of her own shorts, sliding them down until they were able to effortlessly drop down to her ankles, revealing the turquoise pair of panties. Except, she stopped there. “I don’t have a bra on,” she admitted. She thought her time today would only be spent in the house.

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Maya watched her lips part, too plump, overly ripe for her age, ready, just begging to be kissed, to be covered with her own mouth, to have her tongue slick across them and push inside... God, she wanted to taste her. Forcing herself back to reality she dropped the broccoli into Claire's mouth, setting the chopsticks down in her carton, a loose smile tugging at her lips as she watched her chew the vegetable. "You'll get the hang of it, I like Chinese food, and I hate eating alone, so you'll be getting plenty of practice."

She smiled softly at her own implication, dipping her eyes before she looked out to the water, an idea already formed as she took in the glistening rays of sun, as they died on it's shimmering surface."Want to swim?" She stood up, the food set down on the sand, forgotten, at the prospect of something much more appetising. Green eyes glittered as she looked back at Claire, silently daring, eager to see if she would bite. "The water looks nice, maybe a little chilly", reaching down, she caught them hem of her shirt, pulling it off over her head, before she let long fingers work slowly on the button of her shorts, and they too hit the sand, her lean form almost totally exposed. Clad in black lace underwear, she reached down and offered Claire her hand.

"Underwear works just as well as a bikini." Her voice didn't betray any of the excitement she felt at the prospect of seeing Claire undress, seeing what she was hiding beneath those ill-fitted clothes, letting her eyes rake over her body as she fantasised that one day, her hands might. Fire was already spilling into her veins, the cool breeze that was kissing her skin did nothing to sate it, anticipation settling in her green eyes as she watched her. "Do you know how to swim?" She asked the question, her tone sugared, as she wiggled her fingers, waiting to help Claire to her feet, eager to see her shed her clothes.

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"The bank was the only thing she could find," Claire admitted. Her mother never liked to talk about money and especially not the subject of her job. Maybe it was the fact that she was embarrassed by something so boring or perhaps it could be because it was nobody’s business, apparently. But, as rebellious as she’s grown, the brunette spoke of it when she wasn’t around anyways. Especially with Maya at her side, she didn’t even hesitant to answer the question. In such a short time, she’s shifted so close with the blonde and has become so tuned in already. She didn’t want to stop from these comfortable feelings flying in, she liked it too much to restrain. 

This was a reason why she had to internally agree with Maya’s comment. Having the woman around much more than she wanted was now a drag to her and Maya’s developing relationship. Whatever it was between them, she didn’t want it to crumble and ruin. However, she was already foreseeing envisions that turned her somewhat reluctant. There was no stopping it, the hag would definitely get in the way at some points. Her mom would always want to know what she was up to and currently, expected for her daughter to not bother the busy woman. Although, she didn’t seem to bothering her. If anything, the older female was quite pleased with Claire’s presence. And that only provoked the teenager into drawing in more. 

The struggle of her chopsticks only gradually grew and before she could even shift into frustration, Maya was reaching over to help. Her weak fingers let the sticks slip away into the other’s hold. She watched carefully and noticed the practiced ease she appeared to form over a while ago. Her eyes followed the vegetable grasping in between the wood, noting every position her fingers took on. Claire began to imagine it when it was back in her own hand, hoping to bend and fold them just like her. Her eyes then lifted up at Maya when she uttered a word. It took a beat before she comprehended, but the pair of blue was mesmerized by the green that shined in the dwindling sunlight. She obeyed her command and opened her mouth, almost like she was gaping and exposing her real reaction towards the blessing before her. She kept her gaze steady with the woman, unwavering and unafraid to keep it like that.

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Maya waited for Claire to settle beside her, the last of the late-day sun warming her face, as she watched, and listened, in a way she rarely did. As emerald eyes grazed across smooth skin, transfixed with the way childish fingers struggled with the little wooden sticks, for a flicker of a second, she could feel the stark difference between them, all her worldliness for all Claire's naivety. For a second Maya thought of all the things the world would call her, pedophile... She hated that word, it tasted sour, even in her mind, and she shrugged it away. Claire was perfect, fumbling over her dinner and chattering so easily, and the fact that she saw it now rather than in five years time - she refused to apologise for that. 

"A bank?" Maya echoed the words, her tone flat as she picked up a carton, opening the lid, and proceeding to stir to noodles inside. "I prefer spending money, not saving..." She shrugged lightly, knowing her extravagant lifestyle was more than apparent already. "Shame she's going to be around so much", she didn't explain why. She ate in silence for a few moments, basking in the quiet victory that had been so unexpectedly afforded to her. The trip out to New Hampshire had seemed like a waste of her precious time, even at the mention of the woman and daughter she was to live with, she had assumed the girl would be older and of little interest - the reality was more than she had dared hoped for.

Green eyes occasionally glanced sideways, a wry smile twisting at lips so red that they would turn heads even on Fifth Avenue. Pieces of food slipped and snapped from between the small wooden sticks, and she watched amused at her childish perseverance, as she scooped and stabbed until she was about to speak, unable to take it any longer, but Claire beat her to it. "Come here..." She set down her own carton in the sand and reached over, long fingers taking the chopsticks, twirling them easily and settling them into a perfect grip. "Like this, it takes practice but it's worth it", she paused as she easily picked up a stem of steamed broccoli to demonstrate, "It makes you seem cultured, and people like that..." She could smell the sweet scent of Claire's shampoo mingled with the salty air, a warm glow that filled her up, made her feel vibrant and youthful and as full of life as her young companion. "Open..." She demanded with a laugh, waiting for plump lips to part, so she could deposit the food into her mouth, unable to stop her green eyes from lingering there, the tickle of want stirring in her stomach.

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Claire’s pace proceeded with haste, momentarily bending her legs and reaching back to grab her shoes off. Her feet were now pressing against the warm, pale sand that went on for ages. She was now able to fully reminisce about the days that were now once upon a time, when her father was still around and her mother was actually happy, not thirsty for another husband because she already had one that was so loving and loyal to her. Oh, how she missed them and their car rides to the beach. When they got there, they would normally do what the two females were about to do right now. They would all make small picnics and look out to the sea, throw food at the seagulls, while Claire was already set off to beg and plead for them to make a dip in the water. If only such memories could last, if only she wasn’t so young to barely remember. With the help of photographs and a now stubborn mother that “didn’t like to talk about it”, you could say it wasn’t that hard to recall.

The girl looked across and glanced around at the scene they were placed in, wondering about that question. But before she could even answer, Claire caught Maya setting herself down already and, contently, she was able to sit down in the certain spot as well. Her fair-skinned legs extended out to the heat of their ground, leaning back against her palms, nails digging into the golden grains as she let her head tip back against the sun. She looked over at Maya and ended up smiling slightly at the inquiry. “Uh, sorta…” she answered vaguely. Once the wooden pairs of sticks were brought, a hand reached towards them and brought them to her hold. Looking down at them, she fiddled with them a bit, wondering exactly how to use them. It had been a while since she had take-out, obviously. Turning her gaze back over at the food, Claire definitely knew that there weren’t any forks.

But hell, she was hungry. She might as well make it work.

Maya’s encouragement prompted her, grabbing at packages and cartons of Chinese meals to serve herself. She became hesitant with the chopsticks once more and decided to merely stab a piece of chicken for her to consume. Easy enough. “Yeah,” she said between chews. “Not until another two months until I go back.” Her voice became somewhat excited. A new school year made her reluctant of ever going back, so she always tried to make the time last. She hoped Maya would be there to help her out, depending on how much time she had. From what she stated, Claire assumed it would be as long as she thought it would be. 

She decided that she wanted some rice and went for it without any restraints, decided to somehow scoop it up upon the wood and sucking it from the utensils. She went at it again and then another time. “Kinda,” she told her. “She works at a bank, but the benefits usually gets paid with the rents.” It was an advantage, sure, but it wasn’t fortunate to have her mom around the house nearly twenty-fours of the day. If anything, some evenings were left to her own devices and she could finally breathe… and explore to the anatomy her friends explained to her last year. A shrug occurred on her shoulders, already opening her mouth to speak. “I don’t know, really…” The broccoli was too hard to be stabbed at. “Maybe hang out with the friends.” She had to bend and fold her fingers around the sticks. She was able to grasp and pick it up before a second passed by and it was falling just when she almost had it in her mouth. A giggle was provoked and fell from her lips. “Okay, so maybe I don’t know how to use chopsticks that much…”

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A nod, a small nod was all that came, but somehow, it was enough. That small, unknowingly promised victory hung crisp in the enclosed space, tinged with anticipation, her mind already racing ahead to imagine all that might come, until she forgot the present. Claire's words brought her back from her fantasies of pale skin and dark hair splayed on her own plump pillows, and she gave in to the demand that came, as she so rarely did, and stepped out of the car, green eyes lidded as she scanned the space around them.

The sight that met her was biblical; she barely heard the slam of the car door as she pushed it closed, the touch of the cool metal against her skin failing to register. The sea breeze had lifted Claire's dark hair, fanning it around her, catching it and letting it fall, the strands doing a mesmerising dance around her face, so serene that Maya couldn't tear her eyes away. She was beautiful, the glow of youth lit on her cheeks, a visage against the beach backdrop, the epitome of a wilderness, a freedom, that Maya craved.

"Come on yourself..." Her words were coloured with a laugh, though only a slight smirk showed on her bloody red lips as she took a few steps around the car, kicking off her thousand dollar shoes and placing them on the bonnet before she let her toes sink into the pale crystals. The unfamiliar surface felt good under her feet, the warm satisfaction that it brought was only enhanced by her young company. "Where shall we eat?" She sauntered a few paces further, tearing her eyes away from Claire to study the sand; usually she wouldn't be so eager to lose her poise, to sink down, unprotected, to allow the light grains to coat her skin and find their way into her hair, but tonight, somehow, she longed for it. 

Without waiting, the let her legs fold below her, leaning back as she settled onto the sand,her elbows resting back against it, golden hair falling back over her shoulders. "You know how to use chopsticks?" She asked the question as the bag was plopped down, and she reached inside, pulling out a set of little wooden sticks and rubbing them together lazily, "A little trick I learned in Shanghai", she confided with an easy laugh, before she stopped to study her. "Go ahead, eat", she waved the chopsticks, waiting to let Claire unpack their food. "So..." she paused for a second, "School's out for summer?" The thought of long days with the girl was thrilling to her, "Does your mom work or... do anything?" She looked away, lashes touching her cheeks as she blinked indifferently. "What are you going to do this summer?"

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Claire couldn’t help but feel like she had said the wrong thing. Silence was the only answer she had began to get. As she should’ve been content with the brown bag of delicious food warmly burning against her lap, she stared down at the items as she naturally sniffed in the scent with only a smile that was whisked away. She felt troubled, paranoid that the high-class blonde took her words differently and decided to turn it against her for something else. Maybe it was just the anxiety that had fulfilled the brunette, but Claire had never experienced such extended quietude she could hardly bear. Maybe the woman didn’t hear her question. As comfortable as she’s turned with Maya, she felt as if that wouldn’t help a thing. Instead, she kept quiet in her seat and adjusted the food on her tiny legs when the heat felt like it was baking on her skin. The crinkles and sifting of paper was the only filling the wordless air between one another.

Soon after a few times, the car came to a halt and Claire was now looking at the beautiful blue ocean as it exposed in the distance from the curb they parked at. She became engrossed by the sight of the scenery, could already feel the salt water that would hit against her toes and heels as she walked through the tiny waves across the shore. Claire wished she could stop staring, but she became enthralled by those big visible rifts in the coast, the ginormous sheet of sand that was yet to appear. It wasn’t until she felt a prickle in the ends her hair, her attention turning over to painted nails twisting a strand. She blinked up at Maya, realizing the silence was removed by a real response. Whatever her first words were, all that mattered was that Claire was listening from now on, taking every bit of her statements and putting it into her brain to understand every detail.

As Maya spoke on, she shyly had to look away, gaze back down at the food she hadn’t had in a year or two. Her bottom lip jumped into her mouth and got caught between her teeth as they lightly bit down on pink flesh. She nodded once, soft and gentle in her movement, before she bobbed her head again as she accepted something like this. Not even a day had passed by, but Claire was approving. She didn’t get along with much people, nor did she have the talent of warming up to them in such a short time. Maya was different, the girl knew that now for a fact. There was a charm to her only such beauty could hold, this kind of charisma she wanted for herself. The blonde was gorgeous and well-fashioned, not to mention fortunate. All the guys obviously wanted her, every bit in every way. She craved that. As much as Maya has told her already, she couldn’t help but feel all the reasons to follow in her footsteps.

Claire let herself simper, already deciding to lighten the mood for the nice dinner that was planned. She let herself look at her again. “C’mon, I’m dying to eat,” she told her, already opening up the door. “It’s beautiful out there.” Keeping the bag of food tight in her hold, she quickly climbed out of the vehicle to step out into breezy comfortable weather. The hair across her shoulders was already calmly blowing back behind her, the sound of crashing waves ringing to her ears. Shutting the door closed with an elbow, she took a few steps closer to the setting.

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"Chinese is good", Maya agreed easily as they turned into the little cluster of outlets and restaurants, green eyes scanning the vast signs for anything that would fit her passenger's request. She could feel the way ocean eyes admired the slick leather, the smooth, clean interior that was a perfect representation of her life. Maya despised clutter, much like herself, her car was clean, it was ostentatious enough to provoke a reaction, and it gave her a quiet sense of almost fulfilment - contentment as much as material possessions could provide. 

A silent smile flickered onto her lips at Claire's enthusiasm for their plans. Something inside her found it deeply satisfying to make the girl happy; she wanted to be something solid to her, a warm island escape from the mundanities of life in the secluded, small town, something that over time, would become inevitable, irreplaceable, and set her in an esteem high enough, to equal what she felt for the girl already. The drive-thru window was in view as the question came to her ears, a sliver of ice down her spine to interrupt the pleasant warmth that had overtaken her, since she had spirited the teen out of the door. She didn't answer, focusing instead on ordering a large set dinner and sodas, handing over her platinum card, and collecting their meal at the next window, keeping her eyes to herself, until the window was rolled up and once again they were alone.

She set the package of food carefully onto Claire's slender legs and drove again, alarm bells tickling at the edges of her consciousness as she still failed to answer the question. There was a fine line to be walked, between moving things in the right direction, and having Claire shy away, yet she knew she was over-eager, hungry to have her, to touch her, to taste her and be close to her after so long spent waiting to find her. She realised she had been silent for some time, as the car peeled up to the curb, the clear blue of the sea visible now.

Killing the engine she turned in her seat, letting her gaze settle on Claire, allowing herself to really look at her, her eyes, her lips, the small dip in her neck. "Why wouldn't I be nice to you?" Her voice was low and smooth, as rich and inviting as she knew how. She had to play her hand slowly, yet somehow, she could hardly wait, she needed an indication, craved one, just a small sign that Claire would be everything she hoped. She reached out, slim fingers twirling softly in the ends of long dark hair, "Everyone deserves nice things, and you're beautiful and sweet, you seem smart... Why wouldn't I be nice to you?" Green eyes were settled on blue, and Maya knew they'd be heavy with sincerity, just as she commanded them to be. "I like you Claire, I like spending time with you..." The smell of the food was filling the small space, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Maya knew she was hungry, yet she was hungrier for the young girl sitting across from her. Her fingers carded through dark locks to brush the side of a pale neck, her pulse sky-rocketing into a heavy staccato in anticipation of Claire's reaction. "I just like being around you... Is that okay?"

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Claire made sure to glance around the interior of the bright red shell, gazing in awe as she observed what was unlike her mother’s car. “Not at all,” she giggled, shaking her head as she let her eyes lock on the windshield. She wonder what her friends’ reactions would be to the vehicle. Maybe she could convince Maya to drive her to school a couple of times. Hating to take the bus, she would always force her mom into driving her, and she knew the woman hated that.

She didn’t acknowledge the continuing statements of the blonde, repeatedly getting distracted by the cleared dashboard and the leather of the seat she sat on. Her back then settled in more against the surface as they drove off, head falling back more as a content smirk placed firmly onto her lips. Another giggle came across Claire when the joke that was so relevant happened to be mentioned. “Not necessarily,” she told her. 

Shortly, that gaze was shifted down when a hand was placed on a bare thigh. She watched it with a wavered smile, flashes of earlier today running rapidly through her mind. She recalled the slight sensation she got before she let herself ruin the mood, that soft tingle she felt that made her form anxiety. But unlike before, that gentle palm stayed where it planted, until it had surprisingly slid off from the needing actions that had to be taken. In a brief second, the words sunk into her head for her to answer. “I do love Chinese,” There was a bit of hope in the pit of her tone as she let herself turn her head, looking over at the wonderful blessing that was brought to her just this morning. An endeared smile cracked ever so lightly at her. “That sounds like fun.” she told her.

She can’t remember the last time she saw the ocean, beginning to forget what the dry sand felt like under her toes. She missed the feeling of the comfortable air breezing through strands of her hair, tiny specs of the ground hitting against her skin as she stood there. Looking away, her happiness lingered as she imagined it all. “Why are you so nice to me?” she decided to ask.

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Maya couldn’t help the little thrill that came with shutting the passenger door on her car, Claire inside. Some small part of her wanted to run, to disappear now she had her, to places where no one would find them, or interrupt them – where no one could ask for her back or take her away. The heels that she had shoved onto her feet clicked against the sidewalk, just as out of place as her ostentatious car, as she made her way to the driver’s side, eager to once again be alone with her.

“It doesn’t really fit the neighbourhood does it?” She answered the question with a question of her own as slid down into the low interior, kicking off her shoes, bare feet resting on the pedals. “I like expensive things, different things to most people, I like being able to have things that most people can’t”, she gave Claire a dazzling smile as the car peeled away from the curb, her tone concealing perfectly the dual meaning behind her words.

Dusk was settling over the little town now, and Maya drove without a purpose, content just to be away from watching eyes, prying eyes, so she could do more prying of her own.  “So, what do you like to eat?” She navigated a turn, green eyes still on the road, slim fingers settled loosely around the wheel, “Does your mom cook anything… edible?” She laughed a little as she threw a glance sideways, her eyes catching on long, bare legs, exposed by shorts, so close. “Doesn’t look like you eat much”, she made the observation as she reached over the centre console, squeezing a skinny thigh, before her hand lingered.  The warmth of flesh under the pads of her fingers, the sight of her own bloody red nails against creamy skin, approval ran hot in her veins.

She let herself enjoy the sight for a few seconds, before reluctantly, she had to draw her eyes back to the road, a cluster of upcoming restaurants catching her attention. “We can eat wherever you’d like, though I want to get food to go if that’s okay with you?” Shifting lanes, with one last squeeze, she withdrew her hand to hit the blinker, turning onto the plaza. “I thought maybe we could eat on the beach, I passed one on my way, and living in the city means I haven’t seen the sea in a while.” 

The Third Party

There was only a question of grace for the blonde was entirely a guest and had no idea of their dinner traditions. If it was only mother and daughter, the woman wouldn’t even make a sound of conversation before she could get her blessings out. It all made Claire’s eyes roll, especially almost in that moment. But she took her parent’s hand and looked over before she took the other’s soft one. She reluctantly shut her lids closed as she compared the feeling between different palms and fingers. Maya’s felt much younger, much more tight and smooth. She resisted the urge of stroking her thumb across the back of creamy skin. 

Small taps against the side of her foot had a light crease forming in the middle of Claire’s brows, and it was only until toes were sliding up to her ankle. Her eyes flew open as she glanced down, finding herself to look up at Maya with a small smirk formed upon her lips. Her thoughts all the way from earlier today ran through her head. Her own foot kept still under her’s as she blinked away calmly. Before she could even realize, her mom’s prayers had ended. She let go of one hand and, reluctantly once more, she let go of the other. A smile felt thin on her as she looked over at Maya, watching her tell them something about a food allergy. It had began to make the casual curve disappear before the blonde suggested her, heart skipping a beat just by the finish of her words.

She quickly looked over at her mom, eyes forming rounder than usual with hopes of an acceptance. She tried not to exclaim out a ‘yes’ once her faith was fulfilled, merely standing up in a fast pace and following Maya. She ignored her mother’s mentioning calls about grabbing a sweatshirt. It was more than likely humid this evening and she sure wasn’t gonna at least carry one around by her side. So instead, she walked out the door empty-handed, not a care in sight. She was away from her mom, out of the house, with a woman she favored. 

A grin broke out and exposed her teeth as she chuckled, not shameful to agree. That cooking was something she was forced to get used to. Bad had slowly turned out to be decent over the years, but real food sounded much more pleasurable to Claire’s mind. The brunette couldn’t even answer as she was stopped by the vision of a beautiful red car, one that held that same color as their matching painted toes. “This is your car?” she questioned, amazed as she stepped in.

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Green eyes watched her approach, a soft smile on her own lips mirroring the one on Claire's. She was fascinating to her somehow, she liked to watch her, it didn't matter what she was doing; and watching her walk across the room, noticing the way the ends of her hair danced around her shoulders, the way blue eyes found a deeper hue in the light, they were all pastimes in which she could indulge endlessly. A shrill voice interrupted from beside her, and Maya internally bristled. There was one obstacle to everything, and she supposed it was one she'd have to deal with sooner rather than later. She watched Claire sit, half ignoring when her mother asked if she minded them saying grace, before she turned her head and let the smile that was for Claire, look as if it was for her. "Not at all."

A hand was offered to her, it looked dry, dead, but she took it anyway, a small sacrifice for a larger reward. Holding out her other hand, she waited for Claire's fingers to find her's, as they formed a circle, and Mrs Ledger's eyes closed. Grace started, a slur of meaningless chatter, a dull background, as green eyes remained open, an eyebrow raised to attract the attention of blue. Beneath the table, her toes shuffled forward across the floor, until they tapped softly against smaller ones, persistent until Claire was looking at her. Eyeing the food on her plate she raised a questioning brow, before she glanced to the girl's mother, and gave a small hand a reassuring squeeze.

Her toes lingered still, tapping occasionally against the top of Claire's foot, until they slid upwards a little, a jolt of pleasure settling in her stomach as she felt the contours of a skinny ankle. Grace ended too fast and looking down at the food before her, Maya could feel her stomach turn at the prospect. "It looks delicious..." She lied smoothly, making sure she held on a little too long as hands were released, "Did you make the potatoes with butter?" When the reply came back positive, she knew she had her plan. "I feel terrible for doing this, but I have a dairy allergy, I forgot my pills back in New York, is there a drug store close?" She stood abruptly, green eyes flashing back to Claire before her mother could protest. "I'll just leave this on the stove", she picked up her own plate, pausing, "Perhaps Claire could show me where the store is?" Her question was a veiled command, and as she knew she would, the other woman agreed.

Picking up the girl's plate in addition to her own, she gave her a quiet, "Come on", before she dumped them in the kitchen, leaving the tight lipped woman at the table alone. Shoving her feet into the red soled heels that she had left by the door, Maya waited for Claire to put on her shoes, before she opened it. Stepping out and closing the heavy wood behind them, she let a mischievous smile settle on her face. "Don't tell me you wanted to eat that?" She asked the question as they strode down the driveway towards her waiting red porsche. "Forget the drug store, I need some real food, what do you say?" Opening the passenger door of her car, she waited for Claire to step inside.

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Claire had resisted the urge to chip for once, instead let her thumb rub against the smooth polish that lingered on her toes. As she sat on her bed, a smile roamed on her naked lips while she gazed down upon them, wiggling them lightly against her soft sheets. It turned out to be a long day after she had left Maya’s room. She was called down for a few tasks here and there, and was relieved when she realized it was the evening and all over for the day. Every time she had neared the blonde’s room, she had hesitated briefly, to perhaps see what she was up to as time passed on. Then again, Claire didn’t find herself wanting to bother the woman. Once was enough and she would be seeing her again by dinner…

Her attention turned over at the sound of her name, along with another, being echoed, the slight smell of food suddenly then whisking under her nose as she concentrated on what time of day it was. She waited for a few moments, frozen on her bedspread as her eyes chirped up towards the door. The sound of a door and slow, fading steps is what kept her still. Until it was nothing but silence, Claire jolted from her seat and stepped over to her mirror, fixing the bits of her frizz rising from her hair, making sure she looked impressionable for the guest that was anew to their dinner table. Smoothing down the wrinkles in her shirt, she observed herself. Perfect enough.

She twirled her head over and made a bit of a skip occur in her gait as she headed towards the door. Once she was stepping down the stairs, her eyes blinked up towards to meet with Maya’s. A smile flashed onto her face as her toes hit the surface of the lower level. "Finally, you could have showed the decency to get here on time.." If her mother hadn’t spoken, she wouldn’t have noticed her sitting to her immediate right. The curve of her lips wavered, fingers curling over the top of her chair to pull out as she stared at her mom. “Sorry,” Claire apologized quietly, sitting down as she met back with Maya.

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The call to dinner had come unexpected up the stairs, Maya's green eyes snapping up to her still open door, the notion unfamiliar, something she had seldom experienced as a child. Sitting at the table now, she waited, impatient, beside the other woman, for Claire to join them. The meal on her plate looked less than desirable, congealed gravy and wilted potatoes, and Maya sat silent, unused to being put in a position where she felt compelled to do anything, let alone eat food that looked like... that.

"She's always late, always messing around that girl..." The woman spoke and Maya watched the annoyance flicker across her grey-blue eyes. "Has she been bothering you? You just let me know if she bothers you..." The offer was overzealous, garish pink lips twisted into a grotesque smile that Maya had no doubt most could misconstrue as charming - she was less than taken. "She's been perfectly polite", her reply was smooth and fluid, conveying a gratitude that she didn't feel. A sad price of the game was dealing with the mother, and watching the way she straightened the silverware and huffed at the stairs, Maya knew she had her work cut out. 

She studied the older woman, she was the key, the one with the power to not notice, to leave her with unrestricted access, or to take it all away; she had to be kept on side. "You made all this?" Her voice was honey-rich and full of mock-surprise, and she watched as greedy steel eyes lapped up the compliment. Footsteps on the stairs interrupted them, a satisfied smirk settling on Maya's face, as even from the table, she could see a set of bright red toenails appear on a step, followed by a pair of skinny legs, until she was looking Claire in the face, offering her a knowing smile, as she waited for her to sit. 

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Greedy fingers ran over smooth skin, hungry, ruthless in their pursuit as they trailed higher and higher, until all at once, it was over. The cold flood of panic lasted a nano-second, before Claire's face was inches from her's, her hands still lingering on the girl's thighs, as Maya recognised curiosity, not distrust in blue eyes. Reluctantly, she retracted her hands, dragging her fingers downwards, before she let them fall away, altogether, though her green eyes never released blue ones from their hold. "I have lots of men who'd like to be my boyfriend..." It was wasn't a lie. She purred the words, rich and careful, not a hint of the frustration she felt with the sudden end to their little game, audible in her voice. "I find most of them boring though."

Accepting defeat, she sat back, looking down at the now crimson toes in her lap. "I have money, I have cars, I know how to make my own fun... What would I possibly want with a man?" It was the truth. For most of her life, she had stayed away from any strict definition, from hemming herself into a single box. She knew nothing excited her like school skirts fluttering in the wind, small colourful swim-suits, flat chests and braided pigtails. Her preference was strong, and it had been salient for the majority of her adult life, though she preferred not to let it define her. "Men are useful for things, at times..." She shrugged, crossing her hands over her flat stomach, "But I don't see much need to keep them around permanently." She was speaking to Claire above her level, though she doubted the girl would be unable to follow. It was just another form of indirect flattery. 

Leaning back against the seat, she studied her, long fingers reaching out to fasten the zipper, stowing the bag full of expensive polishes safely back inside a drawer. She was heroine; Maya found herself high on even the smallest dose, and that made her sloppy, which in turn, endangered her longterm plans to maintain her supply. She could see the girl growing comfortable, she could feel the content ease that was blossoming between them, and as much as she wanted to surge forward, to push until she could have her, she knew, she had to exercise more control. She had to pull back.

Green eyes studied her face, a smiling carefully at her. She had to remain a commodity, because she minute she became ordinary to Claire, something to be taken for granted, Maya kew she'd lose her power. "It was nice getting to spend a little time together", she smiled her best smile, and reached out to give a skinny knee a quick squeeze. "I suppose you have lots of things to do this evening, and so do I, so I'd better not keep you any longer." She ended their meeting quickly, but as painlessly as was possible, standing up and moving to open the bedroom door. "The coast is clear", she checked the hall and gave the girl a bright smile. "I'll see you at dinner?"

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A faithful smile formed on Claire’s face. “You think so?” she questioned. She may had doubted statements like that before, but hearing Maya assure her of something like that caused her to believe her, more than she would with any other familiar person. Perhaps, it was the fact that Maya wasn’t an aunt or grandmother that would have to tell her such things so seemingly mandatory. No, Maya was an actual stranger she just met several minutes ago. She was now letting her caress her feet to pretty them up, she was talking of the subject of boys to her as she was able to relax while doing it. It was something about the woman that had her able to loosen up a bit, calm by her touch and delighted with her gentle, kind words. Although, it was all too much for one single girl to realize the real interpretation of the expressions that spoke from Maya’s mouth.

Claire didn’t feel a brush blotting along her nails anymore, which caused her to prop herself up onto her elbows to get a look at the finish. Hair cascading behind her shoulders and down her back, she smiled down at the sight of her finished toes. Her mother would notice in no time, but Claire would never find herself to blame it all on Maya. Just by how perfect it looked, Claire was sure her mom would turn covetous when the brunette would claim that she had done it all by herself. Her eyes twitched up to Maya who was approaching closer, realizing how her hands had ghosted up across her legs and suddenly to her knees. 

Maya was right. Her toenails were still far from drying and ruining the polish with the slightest smear was the last thing Claire wanted. Hesitantly, she kept silent as she lounged back against the hard surface, her fingers overlapping upon their previous location. Maybe it was just something to pass the time. Wordless, Claire kept her gaze up at the blank ceiling as she let her legs part from one another. She didn’t answer her question, wasn’t exactly sure how to. The atmosphere between them had seemed to change, gradually shifted into a different kind of air Claire couldn’t quite explain. It was different though, almost like they moved on from their friendly phase and became quickly meaningful for one another. For what? She was vague. But she was positive it was all Maya who had decided to take on a new connection.

Lolling her head a bit over to get some eyeshot of what the woman was doing, her lips slightly parted as Maya’s massaging hands slid closer to skin that began to prickle. Claire knew, by now, that she should probably stop whatever was about to happen. As much as it did feel good, her mother could walk in on something like this at any time. As she became cautious, Claire decided to shoot up from her laying position, now sat up to Maya, her face unexpectedly closer to her’s. “Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked, true curiosity narrowing in her eyes. It was something intended to change the subject, but only after, she had realized that it was something she was interested to know about.

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Maya's green eyes snapped up, curious, as unexpectedly the girl folded backwards until she was laid out on the desk, feet still resting in her lap. Her mind grappled, greedy with all the ideas of the things she could do, the position she was in, though ignoring it, she continued to paint, listening. "Boys aren't so much fun anyway." Her words weren't a lie, she'd had little interest in them for most of her life, beyond manipulating them. Finishing the last of the top coat, she recapped the little bottle, placing it back in the bag, keeping hold of Claire's feet, lest she move and ruin their moment. 

"I'm sure plenty of people like you that way, they probably just don't know how to say so." She was glad, innocence was what she craved, and to find out Claire had been... spoiled, would have all together ruined this for her. She let her fingers play with slender ankles, massaging them, letting the movement seem almost absent-minded. "You're very pretty, and you seem smart", she smiled, knowing the expression would colour her voice, "You're too good for some dumb boy anyway, something will happen, when the time is right." She knew that for a fact, as she was sure she would be the one to make it. 

Her hands were sneaking higher, the rubbing replaced by a careful drag of the pads of her fingers over supple skin, daring upwards and then ghosting away, until her hands had reached Claire's knees. Taking another steady breath, she tested, letting her palms settle on the inside of them, guiding them apart ever so slightly. "Don't move too much, we don't want to smudge the polish." Her tone was unchanged, completely calm, relaxed, even though adrenaline was spilling into her bloodstream and seeping into her system, as she spread long legs a little further, her palms resuming their rubbing, only now, she was touching the inside of slim thighs.

"Does it feel good?" The question was wicked, but she asked it anyway, eager to hear the answer, eager for the time when she'd touch her even less innocently, and ask her the same thing. She was leaning forward in her seat now, green eyes peering down to watch her own hands work, darting up occasionally to look along the contour of her still flat chest to where her hair fanned out, dripping over the edge of the table like a waterfall of mahogany. "I'm glad we can spend time together like this." It was a simple admission but she meant it, her fingers brushing a little higher finding more sensitive skin close to the fabric of her panties, despite her worry that she was pushing too fast. Laid out on her desk, feet in her lap, Claire was too much to resist.

First, Last, Ever.

The brunette was satisfied to finally see that ugly pale earth tone to be cleansed away and replaced by a vivid red. She kept rested back against her palms as she watched the scarlet liquid splay onto a bare nail. She lingered a smile as she stared at Maya working gingerly with her fingers, tilting her head over to the other side as if the sight was a show. As it did seem to suit her, she had to admit that the bright tone had her feeling better about herself. Now she was like Maya, partially. She only completed one foot so far, but the looks of it was, in fact, appearing to be better than a professional.

She nodded lightly in answer, only to realize the other couldn’t see. So, she was prompted to speak merely after. “Yeah,” she said before shrugging slightly. “School is… school.” she tried to explain, then chuckling a bit afterwards. She didn’t love it, nor did she necessarily hate it. The only best part about it was seeing her friends. Her mother didn’t usually let her hang out with them over the weekends or on holidays, when the building would be closed for that specific day. If anything, she would be given a list of chores and an excuse on why she can’t have fun right then. So, Claire had no choice but to somewhat like the idea of the system. For several hours, she was away from her so-called lawful parent and be discoursed by her teachers’ voices instead. It may be boring, but at least she could actually learn something from them.

The sudden question had Claire hesitating. She stared at her coated nails as Maya moved onto the next foot, still attempting her best to not move and mess up the ideal job. Chewing on the corner of her mouth, she thought for quick moments. “No,” she finally told her, the simple word shaping throughout her mouth. Although one would be nice, she currently didn’t. People always told her she was too young for romantic relationships. Claire didn’t know what the exact official age would be when you could start dating, if there even was one. But she would be lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t starting to get attracted to the opposite sex. Innocent crushes began to provide thoughts, fantasies she would think about before falling asleep, ones that had found her panties faintly damp about it the morning after.

Letting out a sigh, she decided to recline back on the desk, letting herself lay down on the cleared surface. Chocolate strands of hair fell from the opposite edge, hands folded across her stomach, eyes stared up at the white ceiling. In a comfortable sense, Claire somehow felt okay talking about it with Maya. “I mean, it’s not that I don’t want one…” she told her. “I’m sure nobody likes me like that anyways though.”

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"Thirteen..." Maya repeated the number back, shaking her head slightly as if it was hard to believe. She picked up the red polish without asking, beginning to apply it easily, long practised strokes covering small toenails in very little time. "The professionals aren't that good anyway in my opinion", she easily laid the idea to rest, content to be the only one painting Claire's nails, spending time with her like this. She was silent for a few moments, as she finished off one foot, slicking top coat carefully over the vibrant red before she leant back slightly to admire her work.

"It suits you..." A grin lit up her face at the sight - the innocent little girl, in her childish shorts and teeshirt, just a daubing of mascara on her lashes, and the bright red polish on her little toes. Once again she was acutely aware that she wanted her, achingly so. Placing one foot back in her lap, she picked up the other and set to work, eager to see her all painted in her own sultry colour.

"So you must go to school..." She spoke as she worked, green eyes torn between focusing on her fine brush strokes, and the expanse of long, hairless legs that were so exposed to her. She wanted to trail her fingers up them, and she wanted to pry them apart. "How do you like it?" She was getting to the question she really wanted to ask, slowly, slowly, hoping her game wouldn't be spoiled, soured, if she received the wrong answer.

"I always found school a little boring", she made the confession with a shrug, glancing at the door, as if she was sharing secrets. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Her eyes barely flicked up as she asked, feigning total focus on her work, though her lips had just formed the million dollar question. 

First, Last, Ever.

Claire exposed her pearly whites in a growing grin, looking down at her and flickering up beaming eyes up at the woman. “I did,” she told her, her tone sounding a bit too excited. Maybe Maya was a mind reader or maybe she was just acting obvious. She hoped that she hadn’t noticed any of her observing looks as well, thought back that maybe she was able to just see her own considerations through the stare in her pitch black pupils. Maybe Claire was just that predictable, despite them only knowing each other’s names for such a short time. 

Briefly after their eyes met, Claire shifted her grin from a simple smile and let her hues parade down to her ankles in Maya’s grasp. She focused on the touch and the substance she dabbed on her nails. Her smooth skin felt soft and warm against Maya’s hold. She perceived it be comforting and it made Claire want for this event to last more than a while. It felt much more comfortable than the old Chinese lady’s fingers and the condescending eyes of her mother staring at her from the side. “She doesn’t have the patience,” she told her. “She took me to professionals once, but I have a feeling she isn’t gonna do that ever again.” She tried her best to stay still to the nice, cold feeling of the base coat brushing against the hard shell of her toes.

Another eye roll then transpired at the mention of that. She honestly wasn’t surprised. She may had heard speaking voices this morning, but she hadn’t been able to make out the words that had been exchanged. But something like that though; she should’ve known her mother would “warn” their visitor. Maya’s next statement had her tones of blue fluttering back up. Creases folded lightly on both sides of her cheeks, an upright reoccurring curve planting onto her mouth. She gave Maya her full attention as she the lovely female spoke on.

"…Grown up…" Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to finish her sentence. Claire wanted to hear what she knew what she would hear so badly. So, she answered with a correction so immediately. “Thirteen,” Entirely, Claire was fooled by the innocent, yet deliberate question.

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Maya's smile grew a little more at the girl's agreement, excitement already making her heart beat harder, as she watched, greedy green eyes eating up the view as she walked away. Her gaze lingered on slim hips, not yet filled out, and the backs on long legs, still soft, not over-muscled - just right. Claire was all the things she had wanted to find, and she made all the ones before her - Maya's previous obsessions - seem fickle now, pointless. As she turned, and headed back into the room, Maya was smiling, golden hair in loose curls around her shoulders, inviting, though behind her smile she was ravaging her. The door clicked closed. 

She wanted her. As Claire hopped back up onto the desk, legs parting slightly, a flash of childishly coloured cotton panties taunting her, Maya could feel the compulsion in her fingertips. She wanted those little shorts around her ankles, panties pushed aside; she wanted dark hair splayed on the desk, and those full, child-like lips kissed until they bruised, smeared in all the bloody shades of her own lipstick. She was careful not too look for too long, to tear her gaze away from it's discrepancy right up the inseam of her shorts; no matter how much she wanted her, she knew, if she wanted to keep her, this had to be more than locking the door and taking.

"Alright then", she rubbed her hands together for a second, warming her palms, before she reached out and wrapped them around small feet, gently pulling them towards her, extending long legs, causing the fabric of her shorts to shift to cover her panties - the temptation removed. The warm weight of Claire's feet in her lap was satisfying; she placed one of them down to rest dangerously close to the apex of her thighs - a little reward she allowed herself for all her restraint, as she set to work on the other. "Did you choose a colour?" The question was casual as she ran the cotton ball soaked in acetone over the cracked polish to remove it. "I'd highly recommend the red, but you probably guessed that..." She laughed, looking up through her lashes for at the girl, imagining the deep and sultry colour painted on her, it made her ache.

She continued to scrub at the polish, removing it all before he picked up a clear base coat. "So why doesn't your mom do this for you?" The question seemed innocent enough, but Maya knew she had found her way in. The woman she had met earlier was lacklustre, overdressed and overenthusiastic; she hadn't bought it for a second, and Maya doubted she was any better a mother than she was at pretending not to be desperate - she was counting on that. "She told me to make sure you mind me, and to send you to your room if you bother me..." She continued, feigning innocence to her words. "I like having you around though", she smiled up at the girl again, giving the foot she was working on a little squeeze. "I live alone in the city, so having the company is nice... And you're such a grown up girl for..." She paused, inhaling softly, revelling in her own wickned-ness, "How old did you say you were again... fifteen?" She knew. She knew Claire was just thirteen years old, barely a teen, little more than a child, yet she flattered her easily, raining down veiled compliments and clever words, the pads of her fingers eating up the soft skin on her feet, snaking casually upwards to hold onto a slim ankle, as piece by careful piece, she laid her trap.

First, Last, Ever.

The teenager caught the way she curled her toes into the floor, how they bunched against the fabric was something Claire found endearing. Her attention was lightly flicking up when Maya was replying to her answer. She tried not to scoff again, a bit of a knowing eye roll occurring as she casually looked away. Everybody was fooled by the woman’s acting. Her toothy smiles were all fake, while the caked eye shadow on her lids represented how much she wanted to impress — when really, it just showed how pretentious she could be. But nobody but Claire knew that. Behind closed doors, she was sure her mom made it her motives to ruin her life. The kind of behavior started when Claire had started growing out of the adorable stage. Sleeping with teddy bears had gradually been replaced for the favor of snoozing with no pants on, while lipstick was finally being applied within the lines. Her mother hated seeing her own daughter beginning to hit adolescence, along with escalating puberty. It was the age that Claire began to develop more than a few inches in height. Just as the girl hated to hear it, she loved to watch the jealousy of her own authority grow more and more. 

Claire’s eyes slowly blinked over back towards Maya. She noticed where her orbs had been drawing to, but didn’t speak up about it. The fact that their gazes and minds followed to be mutual was something she was more than relieved about. So, other than that, she didn’t think much of it. All she could was listen up to her words instead, letting a natural simper play on her soft lips as she heard something like that. She barely knew the working blonde, but she was already forming content with her presence.

To the question, Claire glanced down at her toes, almost embarrassed to answer. But Maya was offering brand names she could never convince her mother to buy for her, and her gaze stuck to many several of them in a way every little girl would. Her eyes first lingered on the utter white, then darting to a baby blue Claire would love to see on herself, only to then fly across on a certain bright red. It appeared to be the same color Maya used for herself. Although she wouldn’t want to seem like a copycat, the cherry pigments is what had Claire focusing on it the most. She was imagining it now; them both sitting during diner, both playfully touching each other’s identically painted toes under the table. Claire would fail to not smile as she ate her food, trying to focus on anything more enthralling — which would be most likely impossible.

A light shrug in her shoulders occurred before she replied to her proffer. “I’m not that good doing it by myself anyways,” she admitted. “So, sure.” The thought of her mom walking in on something like this would only lead to another agonizing lecture. She’d been able to dodge all of the possible and unreasonable ones today, with the help of herself hiding in her own room all morning. So, she was more than willing to keep this sequence between them. Hopping off the desk, her feet landed against the rugged floor and made her way towards the open doors, closing them both shut behind her before she was heading back over to the blonde. Smiling softly at her, she retreated back to her preferable spot and sat back up there, deciding to put her feet out for Maya. For her to touch.

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She reclined, blood red toes curled into thick carpet, green eyes watchful, the second's hesitation from the girl palpable in the air; Maya exhaled a silent sigh of relief, as in one swift movement, a boney bottom was placed on the hardwood of her desk. "Is that so?" She leaned forward, a conspiratory smile playing on her lips as she saw her way in. "If she has no good side, she must be damn hard to live with..."

She studied the girl, blue eyes, crystalline and bright, visible from beneath thick dark lashes. She was beautiful, like a small porcelain doll, yet she teemed with life. The comment about her departing didn't sit well, the thought of leaving her prize, renouncing the claim that she had not yet made, it irked her, though her face remained a mask of serene amusement. "Well, I don't know if your mom told you, but I'm here to fix things at the company..." She let her gaze drift again, wondering over an exposed collarbone and trailing down to creamy ivory thighs. "And fixing it might take a while."

Green eyes stopped on chipped toenails, the ghost of a wicked grin tugging at red lips, before she looked back to Claire's face. "What happened to your nails?" She didn't wait for an answer, already opening a drawer and extracting a large, expensive makeup bag, unzipping it to reveal an arsenal of Chanel polishes. "Borrow any you like." She paused for a second as she made the offer, sizing up the moment, weighing the odds, her options - the desire to touch her, and the perfect opportunity that had presented itself, was too good to resist.

"Or I can do them for you, I find a pedicure is always better coming from someone else." She shrugged lightly, a honey-sweet smile on her face as she looked up from her position in the chair, drowning in azure eyes and all the things she wanted to do to the girl, starting with finding a way to steal some more delicious contact. "Either way", she continued, "You should probably go and shut your bedroom door, and close my door too before we start... Your mom might not like it if she thought you were bothering me, even if I told her you weren't." The lie came out smooth as velvet and leaning back again, letting the quickening of her pulse send a pleasurable rush of blood to her aching body, she waited. 

First, Last, Ever.

Claire had found herself studying the fabric of the ground, the way it’s indents had formed over time. She gazed down at both pairs of feet, one bigger than the other only by a few inches. Maya’s toes were painted vibrant, providing a shine that imitated her shins. Lacking the ideal pedicure, Claire’s paint job had began chipping just a week after the nail polish had been applied. Her mother decided to do one single thing nice for her and, typically, the woman had been yapping on about  how she wasted her money afterwards. As perfect as they looked, the young girl couldn’t quite help her habits. 

With an ear poking out to listen, she heard every word she spoke and listened to her voice, paid attention to the way she used her tongue. Nobody was never this nice to her. Not three compliments in a row nice, at least. An identical smile was tugged up towards Maya as she decided to turn her head up at her a bit, a twinkle in her eye that shined against the sunlight coming from outside. Just like she noticed how slightly larger her feet were, Claire didn’t take much time to pinpoint the size of her height. She was tall compared to herself, she had to admit. Then again, the brunette liked to think she didn’t hit her growth spurt just yet. None of that seemed to be currently important, as the older female was asking her questions. She didn’t have the right amount of time to answer, close to stammering on something when she was then whisked away. Claire didn’t protest, only obediently followed.

Arms kept down by her sides, she stood there and watched as she cleared stuff away, eyes quickly darting around — then merely planting hues back upon her. Until, she was being gestured to a seat she would prefer more than a comfortable couch. Yet, she was hesitating. Her eyes were drawing back to her every time like an insubordinate pet. It wasn’t till the fact Maya was sitting back in her chair, making her feel uncomfortable as she maintained on her feet, as if she was being put on for show. What provoked her was the last words of the very blonde. Does she even have a good side? The question had Claire scoffing a chuckle, not even realizing until after it fell from her teeth. Still, she kept on and didn’t stop herself. 

She was encouraged, plopping herself onto the hard wood of the desk in no time, leaning back against her palms as her legs dangled. “I’m pretty sure she’s never had one,” she told her, giving her a knowing brow that mindlessly quirked up only for her. It was one of her favorite things to talk bad about her mom, whether the old crone was listening or not. “At least that’s what it always seems like around here…” she decided to add, shrugging slightly. Her eyes roamed down to those pretty toes Maya made about again. “…I’m sure you won’t be here long enough to irritate her though.” 

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She studied her, mapping the straight lines of her figure, the easy cross of her legs, the way brunette hair tumbled across her cheek, a waterfall of coffee grounds and gold. Maya's tongue darted out of her mouth, running slick across a waxy lower lip, as she watched the girl straighten up, the compliment lighting her up easily, just as she had wanted, before all too soon, she was reaching out a small hand. Something inside her purred as slim fingers settled in hers, the touch was light yet it sent sharp little thrills spilling out from her palm, travelling over her skin and settling in her stomach. She clasped the girl's hand tight, ivory skin pale in comparison the her crimson nails, before giving it a small shake, reluctantly, she let it go. 

"Thirteen?" She repeated the number back, though the question in her voice was rhetorical, a vocal admiration, an approval. "I would have guessed you were at least fifteen..." She was lying of course, but it was easy to rain down compliments on the girl, tell her the things little girls liked to hear; she was flawless, her childish smile, big azure eyes, and thick lashes cloaked in inky mascara, and Maya could feel the familiar ache settle in her jaw, her stomach, her fingers, the kind that thus far, she'd never been able to satiate. Green eyes lingered for a second on the shirt she wore, straining to see beyond the fabric, pleased by the flatness of her chest, the tiniest peak of small nipples that she swore were visible from behind the material covering. Conscious of looking for too long, she let her gaze snap back to a more appropriate place.

"So I'm not the first house guest you've had then?" She smiled, curious, letting the expression reach her green eyes, which she knew would sparkle for Claire like she was the most interesting thing on the Earth - of course, she was. "Why don't you tell me the house rules?" Brazen, she reached out for the girl again, taking her by the hand, leading her back towards the desk, pushing the computer out of the way, it's contents long forgotten. "The last thing I want is to upset your mother..." She guided Claire back, motioning for her to sit on the desk's edge, fingertips brushing the thin material of her shorts, just above a palpable hipbone, before they fell away again, pearl teeth clamping hard onto the inside of her mouth as heat spilled into her veins at the contact.

She wanted her. She craved her, more than she had wanted any other. Being so close was toxic, dangerous, and Maya knew that she was rushing the game. This time there had been no watching, no lingering by the school bus or waving from across the street. This time, she had been thrown directly into the girl's world, living right across the hall from the room where she slept, where she showered; and being so close, finding one so perfect, she knew it was making her impatient. Lowering herself back down into her chair, leaning her chin on one hand, she tilted her head slightly, looking up at the girl and waiting for her to sit. "So tell me, Claire, how do I get on your mother's good side?" She lowered her voice, mischief in her green eyes, "Does she even have one?"

First, Last, Ever.

The young girl stared upon those emerald orbs when they didn’t entirely meet with her blue hues just yet. They were utterly alluring, like the rest of her features already appeared to be. In a mindless state, Claire let a foot step across the other as she leaned over towards the doorway, side of her head resting against the wood. Drying hair then shifted over and covered up half of an eye, ignoring the bit of a curtain to let her irises dart back to those beautiful blonde strands of hair. Her brows perfectly trimmed, lips nicely shaped, while the skin on her legs kept a flawless glow. Claire isn’t sure how her gaze moved traveled all the way down there, but it was enough for the brunette not to notice that eyes of the opposite were trailing up at her.

She was so mesmerized that she nearly didn’t get to catch the woman’s answer. A breath quietly hitched in as she found herself realizing, blue connecting with green just as she woke out of her small daze. She picked up her head and straightened her stance out when she found out she was in a stranger’s presence. Never had she felt any reason to proper her posture out and remind herself that there was a guest. Visitor or not, Claire usually treated them all the same. Her kind and friendly personality twisted with vivacious aspects that provoked her mother into annoyance. But, from the moment she sought this older woman, she stayed strangely quiet.

A shot of relief soothed through her when the blonde was able to effortlessly pinpoint her name. Without saying a word, she let silence linger between them both as she compressed her lips lightly together. What was wrong with her? Claire could never know. Not in that moment, at least. The blue-eyed teenager kept still on her feet, bare toes warm against the thick rug. Her lips were parted in awe as she quickly watched those shaved legs before she blinked back up to meet with her gaze. The compliment actually had her forming a smile upon her lips. Although she didn’t know how she looked with the small amount of makeup on, the fact that someone like her noticed had boosted her mood up. Now, she was starting to soften up.

By the time she was getting out of her seat, Claire’s heels were slowly fidgeting against the gentle surface now. Her eyes forced towards the hand that extended out to her and, as she took it within her’s, another compliment almost felt more important than the introduction. Looking up at her, the corners of her lips turned up more. “Thanks,” she said. “People stay here all the time anyways.” And yet, her encounters were never exactly like this. She repeated the word in her head. Maya. It sounded sweet in her thoughts, something she hasn’t quite heard yet before.

Claire didn’t realize her hand was still taken upon her’s, clasped with an unknowing tight grip she absentmindedly took on. Registering her thoughts, she let go and dropped her arm to her side as she glanced down at the floor. “Thirteen,” she answered.

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She heard the click of the door, finally; her ears drawing out the sound into a gunshot in her mind - it signalled the beginning, or the end, depending on what was coming across the hall, and Maya knew she was too hopeful. Emerald eyes lingered on bare feet, small feet, toes curled into the thick carpet, a shot of excitement already spilling into her chest, tainted with something else - something dark and wanting. "That depends..." Her answer to the question came out coarse, her voice rough and smooth and coloured by the anticipation she was feeling, her gaze trailing up hairless legs, long and still gangly, bare, until she hit the tiny shorts that bordered a teeshirt. "Perhaps, unless I find something better to do..." She raised her green eyes to meet blue, her breath turning to stone in her lungs - she was perfect.

"You must be Claire..." It was a statement of the obvious, mere words, sent out with the sole purpose of occupying the silence while she drank her in - the little girl that she so desperately wanted to make her ultimate prize. All her years of careful watching, her waiting, they had always amounted to nothing. She had wanted them for so long - little girls, innocent and soft, barely formed and untainted by all the bad in the world; she wanted to taint them, and Claire - she was no different, yet she was. 

Long legs folded, dropping one by one until her own bare feet were flush against the thick carpet, the glass pane in her lap disregarded now, the figures nothing in comparison to the childish figure before her that held her attention in a way her work never would. Crimson lips curled at the corners, a silent sound of satisfaction spilling from between them and ricocheting through her veins as she noticed the darkened lashes that cloaked sapphire eyes - the girl was the perfect temptress. "I like your makeup..." She didn't bother to keep the appreciation from her voice - she had learned long ago that someone so young would hear it only as a compliment, not a proclamation of all the things she wanted, ached, to do. 

Pushing herself up from the chair, she took one fluid stride forward, holding out her hand slowly, curious as to how easy this would be, and how it would feel to touch her. "I'm Maya, and you're very pretty..." She smiled, a honey-dipped curling of her rouged lips, a flash of the brilliant pearl of her teeth. "Hope you don't mind that I'll be here for a while", she stated her continued presence matter-of-factly, enforcing herself onto the house, just as she hoped, ached, longed to enforce herself onto one of it's occupants. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to slow down, knowing she was sick, high, on the fire of want, and that something so delicate would take time. "How old are you?"

First, Last, Ever.

The brunette caressed at her damp hair, ran her fingers through it softly as it cascaded down a shoulder, dark strands still put into ideal place. Foggy green eyes gazed upon the young girl herself. She watched the way she kept frivolous in her seat, sat before the reflecting mirror. It felt as if she was staring at herself all morning, and it was because she had been. Most of it, at least. She only woke and risen from bed at eight in the morning not for her mother’s wishes, of course not. A woman was planned to stay with them as long as she needed to. A woman, certainly not a man. To the sound of another female wandering around in their house only had Claire’s ears perking up. She hoped for her to be… unlike her mother. Though she doubted there would be no nagging or huffs of the sighs coming from the very unknown other, the girl was wondering if she would be able to tolerate her way of persona.

Even if the time they would be seeing each other was temporary, Claire had been planning to take advantage of it from the moment she was informed of the news. She had threw those blankets off her and ran over to hop herself in the shower by the second she felt the sun’s light beginning to settle within her eyes. She wanted to impress by appearance, getting provoked into putting on a bit of mascara. Her mom would most likely yell at her, but it would be worth it.

Claire knew it would be worth it when she first heard her voice. There had been footsteps encountering closer to her door to let her attention snap over, a distinct speech making her listen. She sounded out her mother’s irritating vocals and concentrated on the other woman’s. It was normal, casual, somehow sweet-sounding to the teenager. But it also happened to be too intimidating, which was why she was still lingering in her room, hiding behind a closed door where the lady could read her name over and over again. The thought of that did help though. She knew her name by now, most likely. Claire wasn’t good with introductions anyway. Her mother always called her out when she just jumped right into conversation, without a word of hello or what her name was.

With a quiet sigh, she finally stood up and took off the comfortable white robe that prevented any of her shower soaking her favorite tee. She then tossed it aside and made her way over to the door, hesitating briefly before she was turning the knob. Round eyes kept still as she was exposed to the room across from her, immediately to the backside of a sheer blonde. Her lips became mindlessly parted as she approached slowly, until she was in the anonymity’s doorway, a hand gently crept over a hinge. Claire then decided to realize her lack of communication and inhaled the air before she was speaking with notifying thoughts. “Is that you’re gonna do the whole time you’re here?”