Traces in the sand

"I'm back, Chlo!" Chase shouted when he shut the door behind himself.
"I'm here" he heard her voice from the direction of her room. Kicking off his shoes and grabbing an apple and a bottle of water from the kitchen counter he took two stairs at a time to the first floor and peered around the corner into her room. He snorted at the state of her place: there were clothes everywhere, bras tangled with shoes, tank-tops, skirts, tights, everything spread out like after a tornado and covering the room in several layers. Chloe stood in the centre of this chaos, hands in her hips and glaring at him, solely clad in a black bra and matching panties.
"What?" she demanded.
"Nothing" Chase grinned. "Just admiring your little art installation here."
"I can’t decide what to wear!" she said, sounding a little panicky.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. But let me assure you you're looking gorgeous in those" he said with a smirk.
Chloe had started digging through one of the heaps on her bed, only stopping to throw a t-shirt into his direction.
"It's not funny, Chase, I've only one hour left!" she said impatiently.
"Where are you going?" he asked, but then a thought struck him and his grin broadened.

"We are meeting Jack, tonight, hum?" he said teasingly.
"We aren't, I am" she huffed. "And now tell me what to wear!"
"What about the blue one?"
"The blue what?" she asked, giving him the "men!"-glare.
"The blue dress you wore at Andrew's birthday" he clarified.
She rolled her eyes: "Too conservative."
"Okay" Chase said slowly. "What about that red-what-you-call-it-top-thingy and the black skirt?"
"Chase, I don't want to get him to pay me for the night, way too slutty!"
He sighed: "Okay, so you want to look sexy yet don't give away too much?"
She smiled as if he had just managed to learn the multiplication tables. "Exactly. See, that's what's nice about having a not too straight best friend: You can actually understand the difference."
He smiled: "And I've got an awesome idea. Want to hear it?"
She nodded eagerly.
"That cute little white dress you bought last summer, the little black purse, the white sandals with the straps. I'll make you look ravishing, neither under- nor overdressed, you won't have to pin up your hair, won't need much make-up which leaves you enough time to do your nails plus to tidy your room in case you want to bring him here afterwards."
"Chase!" she scolded. "I'm not planning on bringing him here! But you're my saviour, this is just what I was searching for. Thank you."
And she started digging though the piles again.
"Call me for advice next time. Always at your service."
"Yeah, right" she said with a grin, retrieving the said sandals from her cupboard. "I bet, Jack would love to hear you discuss my clothing over the phone with me while out on a mission."
Chase took another bite from his apple: "Well, he should be thrilled. Wait until he sees your outfit. Bet he'll love it."
She sighed: "Let's hope so."
He smirked: "You're nervous?"
Blushing a little she protested: "I'm not."
"Of course you are" he teased, stepping into the room to help her with the zipper of the dress she had miraculously managed to dig out in under 30 seconds.
"Don't be. I'm sure it's going to be a nice evening. There you go." And taking a step backwards he looked at her. "Like I said, fabulous."
"You're right" she said with a relieved smile regarding herself in the mirror. "This really looks good. Thanks."
"You're welcome" he said, pushing away a heap of clothes and sitting down on the edge of her bed while she disappeared into the bathroom.
"So you're not planning on taking him home afterwards?" he couldn't resist asking.
"No, I don't, Chase. He still is my boss."
Chase shrugged. "But you are going to kiss him?"
"Chase! For god's sake!" she sighed.
"So you are!"
"I didn't say that!" came the prompt reply.
"You didn't have to" he said.
When she didn't answer he took things a little further:
"I did, you know."
"You did what?" she asked innocently, proceeding to apply her lip-gloss.
"I kissed him."
"What!?" The lip-gloss fell into the sink when she spun around.
"You did what?! When?"
He shrugged as if it wasn't anything special to his remark: "Couple of month ago when we were undercover. I just dragged him into a corner when the suspect passed and kissed him."
Chloe stared at him to decide if he was to be believed, then rolled her eyes in exasperation: "You're unbelievable! How did he react?"
"He was pretty surprised but didn't seem to be offended" Chase said, adding with a smirk: "And he really is a good kisser."
Chloe groaned:
"Why did you tell me? Now everything I'm going to imagine through dinner is you kissing him. Awesome, that's just how I imagined it would be!"
"No, you won't" Chase soothed, "just let him kiss you and blur your thoughts."
With a howl Chloe thumbed him.
"Really, I promise it's worth it!" He ducked her next swing, chuckling as he sprinted a few steps ahead while Chloe furiously searched for something to throw at him.