Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 21:47:05 GMT -6
Thoughtful hands felt slow to move against her own skin, tracking every moment available like trying to remember details potentially lost. Nothing had changed in the past week - at least, nothing Lucy knew of - but she could understand the underlying need all the same. That connection was something surpassed by the obviously physical. Though she had no idea the psychometrist thought they'd broken up, being missed didn't change no matter the context in which it truly burned.
Her own fell beneath the line of the shorts she still had left on, ducking beneath fabric to ensure consistent skin to skin contact still remained at either side. Though she wished to remain on the as vigilant as she could to what she had been silently asked to achieve, the hands at her hips applied pressure, and rather than forcing distance to drag anything else away she started taking further steps back into her home and towards her bedroom.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 22:02:12 GMT -6
Penny thought she would know the inevitable next step - the little that was left between them in terms of fabric barriers. Lucy did well with little coaxing, but Penny was quick to notice how the material stayed at her hips, though only this time with a set of hands in between. It was either frustrating or intoxicating, and she hadn't the time to figure out which before they were moving towards the bedroom.
As they walked, Penny kept as close as she possibly could to Lucy. Any distance would be frowned upon, even for the sake of getting into the most private room of her apartment.
With gentle pressure, she forced them to a halt once they had passed through the doorway. "Your sheets." She explained with growing tension.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 22:15:53 GMT -6
The sudden way they stalled wasn't lost on Lucy. She had grown incredibly aware of the way they had moved as quickly as they could. There was no distance - there was a practical fight to keep it that way - and suddenly she had taken a step back on her own. It was everything to stall a beat later, but she still felt those two words against her lips.
Tension racked her form in the same way it had clouded her tone of voice. She almost couldn't breathe, but she kept frustration to a minimum and a response at a second nature stance.
"I just changed them." She breathed. After all, she had the time when she wandered her home aimlessly waiting. And even she knew that they would inevitably land there if she got to see her. There mightn't have been much information given about psychometry, but she had deciphered the importance of the way she had already moved. It was only when they made it there that she provided the effort to shift her hands and try to draw the rest of her clothes away.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 13, 2016 22:26:23 GMT -6
The moment Penny felt Lucy take a step backwards without her, her palms pressed against her back. She had to know that the psychometrist wasn't attempting to create distance, but stalling seemed entirely pointless the moment Lucy opened her mouth and offered the perfect response. She had been prepared. Aware of what would inevitably happened, as she had pointed out over the phone.
Lucy was practically accommodating her for her memory-based ability. Overwhelming couldn't define the feeling.
The last of her clothes fell to the floor, and Penny picked up the movement she had put to a halt, quick steps to bring Lucy down against the sheets she had just changed.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 13, 2016 22:46:14 GMT -6
In the spare set of moments they shared, Lucy was sure she felt a sign of relief. She was almost positive that this woman appreciated the premeditated way in which the ink manipulator had reacted. There was nothing about the entire encounter that was deemed negative; it was nothing like the last time they had found themselves in this place. High above the rest of the world.
Lucy gave into the way she was moved. She faltered to the pressed nature of her new sheets on the bed they hadn't shared for what was almost a month now. Dark eyes attuned their attention completely to the person she had no intention of letting go of. Save for a stint in Denver, weeks without sharing a bed in any capacity had driven her far too close to crazy. But despite the fact that it was her back to the bed, she couldn't help the way her hands tracked the length of her thighs slowly.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 14, 2016 12:41:34 GMT -6
Penny very much had appreciated the way Lucy thought ahead. Just as she appreciated the affectionate way those familiar hands traversed across her skin. It was sure to make her breathless. It did make her breathless. Giving in would be too easy, especially after what had felt like months.
She considered giving in, too. Briefly before she moved herself instead. Rather than discouraging the contact, Penny moved to her own accord. She pressed her lips against the curve of Lucy's neck where she could feel her pulse and how it matched the rapidly beating wings at her hips.
It was a constant conflict; impatience versus the need to savor a moment. With every shift Penny made down Lucy's form, she stayed for a few spare moments, giving every inch of her the attention she so rightfully deserved.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 14, 2016 16:22:49 GMT -6
Though it was a slow process, Lucy felt the way she slipped from her hands with ease. They were slow to travel across her form the more she moved. No matter how much she wanted to maintain a connection and drive it further, she couldn't deny the savoured way she herself was traversed. She couldn't say no. She couldn't even consider wanting to.
Nor could she aptly allow her own hands to dig into her skin and leave the marks she was so used to giving. They dragged around the sheets instead, curling in and coiling up the newly laid material she had been so considerate of. Sounds flew. Her name flew. Were it not for the missed nature of her counterpart or the inebriated state of mind she was in, she might have thought to apply some control.
But control, it seemed, won her no favours. It was far too rare when in the presence of the psychometrist.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 15, 2016 20:11:48 GMT -6
Her own name had never sounded so good. Not only had she missed the way her accent wrapped around it, but here and now it was carried a new definition. Called out to the ceiling, but also to herself. She didn't need the memory of this woman to feel the emotion behind it. As she had said - with feelings.
Penny herself was breathless, overwhelmed by Lucy's very nature. Her lips brushed against the Australian's thigh, pressing a gentle kiss against her skin, then once more against a set of rapidly beating wings before she slowly made her way back up to Lucy. A palm pressed against the sheets to shift, and with a moment's hesitation the air ripped out of her lungs all over again.
The memory was too overwhelming to suppress. Too emotional to ignore.
It put her in a space caught, dark eyes staring at Lucy in a practical state of wonderment. Or perhaps it was the affects of alcohol that she she could practically feel. Regardless, it still existed. She still felt it.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 15, 2016 21:16:15 GMT -6
Attention was difficult to focus. Lucy usually held perception in high regard, but when nothing else seemed to matter but the person she was with, the need to focus seemed to stray. So she missed the second the memory based interaction existed in her own world, and when she opened her eyes all she was looking at was a defined sense of wonderment.
Briefly, Lucy looked to her mouth, waiting for words to couple the expression given. But nothing ever followed, and so the corner of her own mouth threatened a smile.
She gave in when she looked at her eyes. She smiled at her, attention as in focus as it could be as she raised a hand to track her fingers through her hair slowly. "What?" She asked lightly, because in her current state, the fact that they had only just been arguing seemed out the window.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 16, 2016 6:33:54 GMT -6
Catching Lucy's eyes put an equal twitch to her own lips as she exhaled. A light question was hardly just that, but the way it passed Lucy's lips practically disarmed the Brit as she pressed herself down against her. Twisting her hand, fingers curled gently around Lucy's wrist.
"I'm sorry." She started, because she genuinely was. Though her mind blurred with a mental sense of intoxication, she tried her best to push through it as she guided the Australian's hand up to press it against her own back. She glanced down at Lucy's lips, feeling borderline distracted before she could even get an explanation out. "Hold onto me, okay?"
But her eyes were already closing as she leaned into the hand that gave her such affectionate attention, as her fingertips brushed up along the length of her arm.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 16, 2016 14:24:46 GMT -6
There was no resistance from Lucy as a hand hooked around her wrist and shifted it. Skin to skin contact was even more intoxicating than the substance that fueled her clouded judgement, and so she didn't fight the thing she genuinely wanted.
Suddenly she seemed incredibly blind to the prior nature of her own fight. She was far too invested in the gentler nature her counterpart wore. It was practically painful to know how intently she missed her. Worse, it was exhausting to revel in why she had gripped the brand new sheets she didn't know she'd already laced with a fresh memory.
"I didn't want to hurt you." She offered, but she knew she absolutely would have. The pressure hit into her sheets could have practically bruised the alternative, and for the first time she had considered how to ignore that desire.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 16, 2016 16:29:07 GMT -6
The explanation she received caused Penny's expression to soften. There was nothing wrong with the tight way she could leave a mark - or several - on the psychometrist skin, but learning that Lucy cared brought on a whole new wave of intoxication that had little to do with how much liquor was on her lips.
Penny brushed the tip of her nose against Lucy's as she sucked in a small, useless breath. It wasn't fair when the Australian was being so wonderful. Any sign of the prior argument was completely lost on her, now.
"I don't mind it." Penny tried gently. "As tight as you need. Any time." Every time. With her hand sliding away from Lucy's arm, her fingertips traversed the length of her ribs instead, unable to help the special attention they gave to sparrows once she reached them.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 16, 2016 16:53:28 GMT -6
Openly caring was something that wasn't so rare feel Lucy now. There had been multiple times in the privacy of the space between them where Lucy had given just about everything. There was nothing about her that was deemed hidden or unresponsive. She had been nothing but vulnerable in Denver. She had expressed as much as she could over a dinner that never actually made it to the table.
And now, she was offering this. Fingertips were so light to track across her skin. Up and down the curve of her spine without the use of her nails despite the fact that it was okay to do so.
It didn't matter how they were or where they stood. It didn't even matter how perfectly those fingertips tracked the tattoos the ink manipulator wore or how heavily those wings beat for them. She curved the palm of her hand across the contours of her form, passing the break to settle where she wore no such ink to be distracted by. But she waited all the same. Like she waited under the weight of her gaze.
Post by Penelope Blaise on Feb 16, 2016 17:36:18 GMT -6
Her inebriated state refused to shake even as time passed. Her mind felt blurred, and the only focus she could hold was that of her. Then again, she was the only thing that mattered. Nothing else could compare, or even come close. A gentle passing of her fingertips against the length of her spine had Penny's back arching. The moment it took a turn around her waist, Penny pressed a gentle kiss against the Australian's cheek.
"Lucy," she breathed. As if her name could harbor everything she was meant to say. Adoration. Exhaustion. Love. Every emotion that burned her blood and made her feel weak under her touch. It was too much at once, yet the overwhelming nature of it all managed to keep Penny balanced on the edge of the precipice.
Post by Lucy Serrano on Feb 16, 2016 20:26:54 GMT -6
It almost felt like a threat. A single move past the heavy wings and Lucy would have easily mirrored it. She was practically dying for an excuse to sever the stalling, overarching and overtly longing way this seemed to drag. But it was just as important, surely. It was imperative. Looking away didn't sit well with her. It wasn't an option.
This had been everything she expected it to be. Gloriously difficult. Harsher breaths that she could never quite catch as she blatantly stared at the set of eyes she had missed. It wasn't fair to keep her at bay for as long as she had. She was doing no favours.
"Can I talk?" She asked her, raising her eyebrows upwards with her own question. "Just for a minute."
And even as she asked, she refused to make a move.