stories from the city; damon albarn

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Chloe and Ewan had ultimately made a deal, she took a break while they were in LA, and he had to be home every weekend, and take some sort of trip with his family otherwise. It was fair enough. They were trying to focus on one another and their kids.

And Chloe had been feeling less guilty about what had happened with Damon, saying it was just a kiss, until he had in fact called her house. Asking if she'd be free to get lunch.

Ewan would be out filming an interview for the day, and May would be at school. So she was fine with it, in fact, she'd invited him over to her home in Notting Hill- knowing how much he had liked Justine's home in the neighborhood as well. But this one was quite bigger and more elaborate in its decorations.

She'd had lunch brought in already as well, it was from some hoity toity sandwich place a few blocks away, and she'd sent someone to pick it up hours ago. It had arrived about ten minutes before Damon had.

So, when he'd arrived, she opened the door, ushering him in quickly, Della propped up in one of her arms, sleepily leaning against Chloe, her blonde hair sitting up in every direction.

"Do I need to be quiet?" He asked unsurely. "How old is she?"

"No. She's not really asleep. And she's generally quiet. You came right when I was about to put her in her playpen. And she's around 7 months."

He grins, waving to Della before making his way into the home, looking at the pristine white and paneled walls, with high ceilings and clean floors. The furniture looking brand new, as if barely anyone lived in the home.

Chloe then went into the living room, placing Della down into the pen, watching her grapple with one of her stuffed animals before heading back over to Damon, leading him over to the dining room, where lunch had been set up.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure to?" She asks as they sit down

"I wanted to apologize. I acted too brash when I saw you last. I uh, shouldn't have done that."

"Thank you." Chloe says warmly, picking at her lunch, watching as he did the exact same.

"But I also want to say that I don't fucking regret it.  I stand by what I said. What I did. It was worth it." He adds, looking at her, unsure of what to say.

Chloe sits silently for a minute before deciding to tell the truth "I don't regret it either."

He nods his head, the two sitting in silence.

"Are we alone?"

She nods her head. "Besides Della. Yes."

"You have a studio right?"

She nods

"Separate from the house?"

She sighs, laying her head down on the table in exasperation. This wasn't working how she wanted it to.

"Chloe come on, I'm just asking to get my picture taken. For old times sake?" He teases, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"Let me call my nanny."

And so Chloe let's her nanny know to not come into her studio, and that Della is located in her playpen for when she returns from dropping May off at Nursery School. As for Ewan, he wasn't set to be home for hours. So she had all the time in the world.

Soon enough, the two are in Chloe's studio, and whatever guilt she had, she was acting on it. They weren't shoved up in her archives room, but rather the studio section itself, as Damon pushed her against the wall roughly, starting to feel around her, his hands roaming wherever they pleased.