Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 12, 2016 19:00:04 GMT -6
The drive to Lucy's apartment hadn't taken long. Though the English teacher never was one to speed, she had heavily considered it for this moment. Every second without the Australian was a second wasted. However, she had managed to get there in just a handful of minutes.
Penny even went as far as to consider carrying up Lucy's luggage. It had been left in her car, untouched, for a week now. Dark eyes landed on the bags, but only briefly before she closed the car door. Again, she didn't have the time.
The elevator was slow to reach the top floor - slower than any occurrence she was left alone in there with Lucy, she was sure. It had the Brit tapping her foot to the floor in a stint of impatience. The numbers practically dragged themselves up to the highest level.
And there she stood. Higher than everything else, when really she belonged with everyone else below. Even so, she didn't hesitate as her knuckles hit the door.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 12, 2016 19:24:42 GMT -6
The ability to fight had been lost for Lucy. A week of solitude hadn't made her stronger in the slightest, be it by the crutch of hard alcohol or the simple fact that she refused to actively work. She hadn't had company in the slightest; none of the people she held closest to her were allowed anywhere near where she lived. Denied every time. Her relatively unlived in residence still carried every morsel of the teacher who left her belongings behind a week ago. She hadn't really touched a thing.
A knock came to her door and she was far too quick to move to answer it. It was a bad thing that she hadn't told Penny to stay away. It was bad that she was willingly disrupting her need for distance so she could think.
But the barely dressed ink manipulator went with it anyway. She didn't have the strength to say no. She didn't want to. She was fast to open the door as it was knocked on. Her breath was fast to catch in her throat and her eyes were even quicker to glance down at her mouth before desperately at her eyes.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 12, 2016 20:29:50 GMT -6
When the door opened, time felt as if it came to a halt. She hadn't even the chance to catch her eyes, and she knew immediately where they fell. Such a look made her throat dry as she opened her mouth, trying to say something. But those dark eyes finally looked up to her own.
A week without seeing her. A week without speaking to her, and Penny felt so lost.
When she could feel her legs again, she took a bold step forward. Taking her cheeks into the palm of her hands, Penny pulled her close in tandem with stepping forward.
She was supposed to stay strong, but she was already crumbling. Willpower lost entirely as she kissed her.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 12, 2016 20:47:00 GMT -6
Staring was something Lucy had never worried about before. She liked to look, and she loved the lengthy way she could do so without protest. Now, the duration of eye contact was practically damning. The more she looked, the less sense she was carrying. The less thought she could put into her own actions. But she could barely move as it was.
Hands touched against her face and they harboured the kind of forgiveness she wasn't looking for, because she knew she didn't need it. She needed it, but it had been Lucy who forced distance first. And it had been Lucy who refused to be the first to break.
Contact hit her mouth and sent her mind reeling, and for the briefest of moments she lingered there amidst initial, simple reciprocation. Her own lips were lined with something literally bitter, and she genuinely wondered if that mattered.
Her own hands slipped into the break of her jacket, hiding within covering fabric to make a real connection with the body beneath. Her fingertips were instant to collide with the line of a shirt she had tried to sleep in, dragging up beneath the hem to touch her skin instead. Applying light pressure, she worked to ease her form against her own without hesitation.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 14:41:38 GMT -6
Penny had never been so grateful for acceptance. For reciprocation. She could literally taste the hard liquor on Lucy's lips, but she hadn't the mind to question just how much her counterpart had been drinking. It was too busy spinning from the way it felt to be in this woman's presence again. Kissing Lucy had been a bold move, only for everything she had said. Because it was hard to stop. Because she was her girlfriend, and she missed her. A feeling shared.
Penny was forced to break away, sucking in a sharp, but useless shot of air the moment familiar fingertips brushed her skin. Even the smallest of pressure would have moved her with ease. She stepped through the threshold of the doorway, refusing to take her hands off of the Australian if even to shut the door.
She pressed her lips to Lucy again, hands filtering down to behind Lucy's neck, inches from the line of her shirt, but a divide she couldn't conquer yet.
"I couldn't stay away." She tried to explain against her lips.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 15:28:50 GMT -6
Magnetic was right. Smaller inklings and lighter pressure was enough to draw her inward, though the request stood entirely at the hands of the ink manipulator first. It was an inevitable thing - Lucy would never rightly leave her where she stood - but she accepted it in the only way she knew how to. The doorway was clear, but the thought to close it hadn't sprung to mind. In her current state, only one thing warranted her attention. Only one thing and one concept could have it.
And it was encouragement to let her hands shift closer still as they both wrapped her form completely, forcing a small lift to the shirt she had decided to wear. In the back of her mind she knew clothing was dangerous. There was likely no safety in her home at all. The two articles of clothing she wore mightn't have been much, but they were enough to form a barrier. Those hands, familiar in their usual roaming, were practically stuck at the back of her neck.
"I don't want you to." She conceded, though she had said as much already. Though she brushed her lips against hers for a short, gentle second before she tried again, "I want you here."
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 15:49:53 GMT -6
Finally, Lucy had found the means to speak. She hadn't objected when on the phone, but she hadn't outwardly agreed either. Here, in the minimal space between them, was that much needed confirmation. The gentle nature in which those words came across made Penny practically ache. She pressed herself in as she possibly could, keeping up gentle pressure of her own with forward steps to lead the Australian back into her home.
"I'm here." Penny confirmed the obvious, but voicing it was entirely necessary. "I'm not leaving."
She kissed Lucy again, only drawing it short for the way she was already breathless. Only then did she allow her hands to dare leave the artist, grabbing hold of her jacket in an attempt to drag it off her own form. Shaking hands struggled, but she managed to get her arms out of her sleeves before she was reaching for Lucy again.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 16:09:49 GMT -6
Though Lucy could easily find the danger in proximity, she lost the nerve to keep her at bay long ago. Every simple set of words given to her were perfectly crafted to dwindle the prior thought that distance was a good idea. Regret wasn't something Lucy carried in the slightest, but she was starting to feel it over the course of her own prior actions now that they were where they were.
And while she was blinded by the way in which she gave into how she was kissed, the movement was obvious. There was suddenly a lot less to worry about with the loss of a jacket, and Lucy knew her instincts would likely be to hang it up.
But she didn't. It hit the floor, and hands were back on her again. Lucy was as fast as she could be to let go and curl her hands around her wrists. Despite the way she stopped that kind of contact, she still kissed her through the break and the breathless nature they shared.
"You shouldn't touch me." She declared, because she had time to process all the information given, and she knew what likely resided in the fabric of the shirt she wore.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 18:14:01 GMT -6
A set of hands were quick to grab Penny's wrists, and were it not for the continual way Lucy chose to kiss her, the Brit might have panicked. Her heart still jumped with a newfound shot of anxiety without the ability to touch her counterpart, but she still got lost in the way Lucy's lips felt against her own.
Penny found a short, impatient frown playing about her lips the moment those words hit the air. "I wasn't trying to." She explained, because at least that much needed to be clear. She didn't want Lucy's memories. They were hers, and hers alone. Any psychometric connection that could have happened - and those that ever have - were purely by accident.
But she withdrew her hands away from that form regardless, pressing another gentle kiss to the corner of Lucy's mouth as she opened her eyes. "It's doesn't occur when I touch you." Just her clothes. Or any other surface. An object, but she had to be thankful it wasn't with people.
It was enough to throw reality back in place as she took a step backwards.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 18:58:12 GMT -6
Lucy was slow to let her wrists slip through her fingers, giving in to the complete separation she had unknowingly started. She could see the obvious frustration, and she could practically feel it in turn. Frustration clouded her already muddled mind, too.
It had to be something they spoke of. They had to make this work.
"I'm not telling you to stop." Lucy explained. Between them, it was completely confirmed that stopping was hardly an option. They didn't know how to. They certainly didn't have the capacity to figure it out. "I don't want you to stop." Reassurance echoed in a second set of words. They were as gentle as she could make them. As caring as she could manage given her overall desperation.
And then, now that her hands were to herself again, she curled her fingers into the hem of the shirt she wore and slowly dragged it up over her head.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 19:13:54 GMT -6
The last time they had spoken, Penny hadn't the chance to give a proper explanation of her own ability. She had given he most minimal of information before things had taken a sharp turn. Within the week that had passed, she had no way to know what Lucy had learned about psychometry. If she learned anything on it. The need to explain was paramount.
But the message was the same. Confirmed by her words. She shouldn't stop. As delicate as the voice that offered them tried to be, Penny could practically feel the desperation seep through into her skin, or perhaps it was her own that made her blood boil.
If it wasn't enough, watching Lucy drag her shirt up over her head certainly was. Penny was holding her breath, unable to deny the urge to look. To stare along every newly exposed line that was offered to her. Her fingertips twitched as they fell at her sides. A logical mind understood why, but it felt every muscle in her body was physically fighting the urge to move towards her again.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 19:30:00 GMT -6
The door was wide open, shadowed and shaded only by the individual who stood right in front of Lucy. She discarded her shirt in the same way this woman had lost her jacket; to the floor without a second look or a second thought. Lucy had always carried the kind of confidence people died for, and a moment like this - however vulnerable - was no exception.
She didn't let her eyes waver as she dropped thumbs into the band at her waist. Even before she made a move, the twin set of wings at her hips were erratically shifting, beating heavily and harshly to echoes the nature for her own heart. For all the times they had slept together, she had never been the one to remove her own clothes. And only when she stepped out of them completely did she truly feel how damning it could be.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 19:40:41 GMT -6
With her back facing the door, Penny had completely forgotten about its open state, as did she about her abandoned jacket. Her eyes remained fixed on the only thing that mattered; her. She looked not only to stare, but to recall every detail the psychometrist couldn't actually forget. To insure that every part of her was still as it was - every freckle and tattoo. From the watchful eyes of a lion to erratically beating wings of sparrows.
So caught up that Penny hadn't thought to remove her own clothes. It would have saved precious time at the risk of her own memories, but as the idea occurred to her she quickly deemed the moment too important to take the chance. She couldn't possibly afford to lose even the smallest of moments here and now.
As Lucy lost the last, thin layer, Penny was walking forward again. The few, short but necessary steps it took to reach her as she curled her own hands around her wrists this time, guiding them to the hem of her own shirt.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 20:09:59 GMT -6
The second Lucy was free of her clothes, Penny was moving towards her again. The simple act itself was enough to force her to hold her breath. There was only so much she could do to ensure no negativity would spark here, and she had to be grateful that those steps were taken without any kind of prompting. She felt relief.
And she took the cue as it was given. Her fingers curled into the shirt she wore, allowing the palms of her hands to brush up the length of her form as she dragged it slowly upwards. Briefly, she leaned in to kiss her with that equal sense of longing. Minutes had passed since she'd made that connection, and she was practically dying for it. She only broke away to pull her shirt over her head, and the second she dropped it she ease in to kiss her again.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 20:49:56 GMT -6
It took such little persuasion to move Lucy's hands. Within seconds, the Australian was taking over, and Penny had to be thankful for that. With the slow way Lucy moved, her skin burned like she was made of fire. Desperately, Penny wanted to touch her - to hold on and refuse to let go - but she was forced to keep her hands at bay in order to remove her shirt. A kiss provided the perfect reminder that she wasn't going anywhere.
So the moment the fabric was free from up over her head, she kissed Lucy again, providing something greater than words could offer. Her arms looped around the Australian's shoulders, fingertips tracing across her skin, memorizing it all over again simply because she could and she was there.