She catches him then, careful grip finding its way to the broad center of his palm as she pulls those thoughtful, considerate strokes away until contact's broken entirely. Sets her tongue against her incisor in a sharp, slanted smile. "Uh-uh."

They've met, they've touched, they've fucked on her countertop: this time around with all the initial need worked out of their systems, Chloe's not content to let urge-- or more specifically his-- dictate the course of what comes next. "Hands down, mouth off unless I say so, sweetheart."