This wasn't how Ashleigh pictured her night going. At the very best, she had been wanting to sleep in a warm bed at a dingy hourly rate motel filled with prostitutes and drug addicts. As Izzy had so eloquently put it, it's not the Ritz Carlton. But it was a huge step up from a wet alleyway. This, well this was a whole different thing entirely. One night in a motel was nice, but then that night was over, Ashleigh knew she'd been spending the next back  on the streets with no shelter and very little protection. Now she had a place to stay. It might be temporary, or it might be permanent. She didn't know, but she thought Izzy would at least let her stay for a week or more.<br/><br/>The need to keep out of the rain had nothing to do with Ashleigh's fingers on Isadora's waist. She had no respect for whores. They sold their body out for pennies or drugs. Hers was more important than that, more valuable than that. Yes, she had offered it up to Izzy earlier in exchange for being let go. But that was just a trick, a ruse to get the other woman to loose her grip long enough to flee. No, Ashleigh wasn't a whore, and she never would be.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't be doing this if I thought it was part of the deal." She said, her mouth close enough to Izzy's that her warm breath spilled out across the other woman's lips. She kissed them, more of a peck really, then pulled away. "I get lonely sometimes." She shrugged, and popped the button open on her partner's pants. The zipper came down easily.<br/><br/>"Can we shower?" She asked abruptly, her hands having moved once again to rest on Izzy's hips. This time she let her fingers dip inside, beneath the waist band of the older woman's underwear. Ashleigh's fingers were as soft and graceful as they were quick. She slid them around behind, digging her nails into Isadora's fleshy backside. "Together, I mean. I haven't had a real, hot shower where I didn't have people staring at me for a really long time."