So Illogical

[Lucy Serrano]

A hand in her hair did everything to boost Lucy's naturally inflated ego. It provided her with the means to absolutely know she was acting in the best way possible. Now that she had started adoring the form she had missed for a week, it must have been assumed that she wasn't going to stop.

"You managed when I was in your bed." Lucy pointed out, stripping the potential harsher lining from her tone as she favoured an airy breath against her skin.

But she didn't want to dwell; not as she tilted her head a fraction more to press her lips high against her neck. "You'll have to see my studio." She added, following a slow trail to catch the upbeat rhythm of her pulse against her skin.

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny immediately went to point out crucial information that came with Lucy's reply, but a set of familiar lips against her neck made her breathless. When she thought she had caught it, Lucy took the opportunity to go on before Penny could, and again she found herself struggling to speak when there was such a great distraction pressing against her skin.

"It was a lesson learned." Penny managed finally, but the strain in her voice was impossible to hide. There was something far greater pressing for her attention, and her focus was rapidly fading in and out.

Her nails dragged down along the length of her back, impatience showing despite how she tried to keep herself on point. "I want to see everything."

[Lucy Serrano]

For Lucy, she was sure it was the most she would ever get by way of an admittance to a mistake. It was never easy to deny her. Really, Lucy couldn't think of a time where she herself had properly managed to when they were together. It was the exact reason as to why she had kept her at bay for the last week.

Now, it was the very reason seconds were dragging through every connection made. From the beat of her pulse low on her neck to her shoulder - so briefly - before she had to exhale at the impatient nature of nails against her skin.

"You will." She replied deftly, hiding the natural way such a request could make her nervous. The studio space she harboured wasn't something anyone made their way to, and with good reason. It was the easiest way to feel safe. Comforted. Sharing that with another person was daunting, but she wanted it all the same.

Tilting her head a fraction, Lucy pressed her lips against hers over the original track she was taking. She felt pressed for time despite how much of it she truly had. Instead, she let her own nails track down the contours of the familiar form beneath her.