The apartment was mostly what you might expect from a thief's safe house. There were few things visible that held enough value to warrant a break in of any kind. Yet the door was bolted and secure by locks that would make some banks green with envy. A TV hung on the wall, far from top of the line, but it beat staring at piles of garbage and ill done graffiti. There was a kitchen stocked with food, maybe not the most nutritious, but appetising for someone who rarely had even one full meal a day. The shower was among the highlights. A private shower. Mostly private, anyways.<br/><br/>"Guilty about what?" Ashleigh wondered aloud. Isadora was infuriatingly vague on a great many things that Ashleigh considered extremely essential for her to know. She looked at her, lips pursed and her jaw clenched. The expression was much the same as it had been before when Ashleigh had been tossing around obscenities in a display of her indifferent mistrust. Now she was anything but indifferent. Why couldn't Izzy just be God damn straight forward?<br/><br/>The bare bones tour of the apartment ended with a view of the bedroom. It looked cozy, comfortable, and large enough for two. Another hint? Ashleigh couldn't be sure. "We'll work our way to what?" She had been about to ask, but was abruptly silenced.<br/><br/>For a few long seconds she stared at Izzy, only half aware that the other woman had taken her hands. It took her a moment to realise what was happening. They had only just met. How long ago had it been since Izzy had first cornered Ashleigh in the damp alleyway? Maybe this had all been an elaborate scheme to get into her pants. She didn't think that was true. If all she had wanted was to fuck, Ashleigh had offered that as an option immediately. Isadora had no way of knowing that she wouldn't have actually followed through on her promise.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were silenced when she felt a pair of sweet lips brush against her own. It was over faster than it had begun, the warmth from Izzy's breath still lingering on her mouth, her taste still fresh on Ashleigh's lips. She brought a finger up to touch them, as if to make sure the kiss had actually happened. Then her eyes met Izzy's. Ashleigh had a look of shock on her face, but not of revulsion. A few moments of silence passed like this.<br/><br/>Her hands had somehow descended down onto Izzy's hips, though Ashleigh couldn't remember putting them there. Still, she didn't take them back. After a little while longer without uttering a word, she slid her hands from the sides of the other woman's hips until they were resting just above the button and zipper. She didn't take them down, or even begin the process. Instead she left them there and glanced up into Isadora's dark eyes, waiting for the approval to proceed.