Pursuit

Moira heard the sound of fumbling, followed by a thump of Thea hitting the ground. Frowning, still tired, Moira hurried into the nearest room to look out the window. She just glimpsed her daughter's naked body, illuminated in the light from the house, her ass bright against the night as she zig-zagged down the garden path in a frenzy.

That... wasn't good. Moira moved back. After a little time she reached a phone, picking it up and dialling an internal number. You had to have security on an estate that big.

"Hello?" she said. "It's Moira Queen. My daughter is, ah, streaking through the grounds at the moment out front. I'd appreciate it if you could bring her back inside, quietly. Thank you."

Moira hung up, and nervously went back to the front room to squint out into the dark of the garden. Oh, what was she going to do about Thea...

Outside, the other Queen was still running, gait uneven, bare feet alternately on the grass and on the stone path as she struggled to move in a straight line. Her boobs jiggled as she ran, knocking into the top of the arm she'd crossed over her stomach and convinced herself was protecting her modesty.

She panted, seized by the desire to get further away from the house. The gates to the grounds were just coming into sight. There was a little activity past there, a haze of indistinct lights and blurs she couldn't focus on,

"Miss Queen!"

Someone else shouted. Thea squealed, panicking again at the sound. She looked back over her shoulder to see one of the manor's 24/7 security guards running towards her. Outside, he was much faster than her mother had been.

Redoubling her efforts, Thea kept sprinting.

"Miss Queen, what do you say we go back inside and get you some clothes?" he said. "You don't want anyone to see you, right?"

He neared. Thea shrieked. Clothes, she'd seen the clothes... She swallowed nervously and stumbled on the grass as she tried to run. No, she didn't want to be seen, but all the clothes inside had been so much scarier than embarrassment.

She stumbled to the haze of light and what sounded like voices outside the gate. Huh. That was funny.

She was vaguely aware of the seedy photographers that gathered around the Queen estate, especially now Oliver was home, hungry for a scandal. Her mind couldn't quite make the connection.

The guard finally caught up with her, wrapping a broad jacket over her shaking pale shoulders.

"Miss Queen, we should get back inside," he said.

Thea squealed, struggling.

"Miss Queen," he said firmly. Thea whimpered, trying to work out if she could get out of his grasp. The gate wasn't too far. She shuddered to feel the jacket against her skin, paranoia taking her again.