Keep Breathing ♥ Clem x Skye
It's what she'd told herself at least twenty times. Clementine was pretty damn sure that something was broken in her, in at least twelve places. She felt no hesitation when it came to, say, telling Skye that she was going to be a fucktoy for the foreseeable future. She could look the woman dead in the eye and say You're my slutty pet, period and not stutter, or blink. But Clementine was damn sure she knew what a heart attack felt like when it came to asking the woman out on a date.
So, keep breathing. Finish your cigarette. It's what she told herself as she took another drag, fidgeted at her suit. Be cool, don't let her see you're nervous. She likes you dominant. That means stop being nervous. She'll think you're a boring pussy if you're nervous. Stop it.
Somehow those thoughts were not calming her. Shocking. The joint was nice -- not too nice. Just enough that them getting dressed up that much wasn't something too strange. The kind of place that looked like it had a damn good steak, was how Clementine thought of it. Clementine found a spot to park her ass outside, leaning up and going through her cigarette. The little wait didn't bother her - Skye was an adult, after all. She had things like a job, responsibilities. The dealer expected to twiddle her thumbs for just a smidge bit.