A Technicolored Evening (Evony x Lucy)

[Evony Vasiliev]

A Technicolored Evening

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The shimmering violet tendrils of light that danced across the heavens were a final reminder of the crisp autumn day and all of its technicolored glory. The sun's golden face bowed below the shimmering horizon, the scarlet ceiling splattered with indigo clouds and cawing nightingales as Pilot Ridge was gradually swept into the comforting embrace of night. The clubbing district, with its many boutiques and bars, was abuzz with life, the noises of rush hour traffic playing a masterful duet with the chatter from nearby cafes and heavy beats of the beachside nightclubs. The locals that scuttled amidst the horde of cyclists and delivery trucks expertly made their way through the vivid town, giving the environment new life as the sky grew darker, causing Pilot ridge to became a throbbing beacon of lights and sound. The occupants of the town basked under the twinkling stars and the constant smell of petrol fumes and coffee, life here was a content celebration, plain and simple. No one could of asked for a more perfect evening, the wind was warm and the night was young. Perfect for a young thief.

A brief gust of wind swept across the dimly lit streets like a heavy whisper from Mother Nature herself. With light footsteps and a smirk on her plush lips Evony happily skipped down the concrete padded streets, shopping bags clasped in her dainty hands. The day had been a success, it was the weekend and Hammel was not offering anything of interest to the blue haired girl so she put it on herself to make up her own fun. What would that entail? Sneaking out of the school and running amok in the clubbing district. The day was spent admiring and trying on various pieces of clothing and lingerie, once they were sure to fit the girl did what she does best and 'borrowed' them for later use.

This was her first proper 'spree', ever since that night more than a week ago the girl had a constant rush of endorphins and hormones coursing through her veins. Yes, Evy was still lapping up the fact that Lucy had somehow reciprocated those quiet feelings of hers. Every touch, scent and sight was safely locked away in the actobat's memories, drinking them up whenever she wanted that wistful rush of ecstasy. In all honesty Evy could not believe that such a thing had happened, especially with Lucy. That girl was certainly more than your standard idiotic bimbo. She was so much more and it was only Evy's gnawing trepidation that stopped her from properly addressing what had happened that night. They had hung out a few times after that, either in the presence of Sawyer or somewhere on school grounds. Nothing was really spoken between the two, other than the shared knowing gazes they flashed to each other whenever they had a moment.

It was a daring escapade, more so than snatching triple digit ladies wear. Evy had snuck into the girl's room only two nights during the week that had passed, later than the first and really only to snuggle up to the girl and enjoy the quiet together. There was an unavoidable sense of bliss that struck her whenever she was with Lucy and such smitten thoughts had plagued her mind the entire day. The lingerie was a typical item that she aimed to 'borrow' during her little sprees and it was only after she had taken them did she wonder how Lucy would respond to such a thing. What would she say about this lifestyle? Surely the lingerie wasn't for her to see...or was it?

"Bah! Don't be silly." Evy muttered to herself, blushing at the thought of her crush seeing her in lingerie. It was silly actually, the first time they had met Evy had stripped down to her underwear and was covered in paint, not exactly the sexiest situation but it wasn't really different. Or was it? Her mind rummaged through the internal chatter as she lightly stepped through the masses of club hoppers out on their night of fun. The girl had not planned anything and was going out on a whim for much of her daily activities, where to now? Maybe get her brown eyed beauty a present, she liked paint and all that arty stuff.

It was only after several minutes of wondering where to visit next did a little boutique catch her in the corner of her eye. It was new, modern interior plastered in a white and matte black finish. Velvet corsets and lacy hosiery lined its windows, the soft lighting enhancing the oh-so beautiful pieces of clothing out on display. Evy didn't even have to consider it, she was already walking in the direction of the store. "Bitches better have my size...", she playfully growled under her breath, slipping through the sliding doors and giving the shop assistant a coy little grin. Time for some more presents.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The last week had been a unique experience, to say the least. Lucy couldn't even begin to explain how she ended up sharing her bed with another person. The silent sense of some kind of a connection. Sharing her bed was comforting. She knew she had a tendency to huddle in close when she was asleep. It was an embarrassing thought, but her new bed-buddy didn't seem to mind one bit. Still, she was a little confused. They hadn't done anything. It wasn't important, but it would make things a little more defined in her mind.

So it was like a chaste romance, or something. And she didn't mind it.

It was her "friend" Dom who dragged her away from the dorms, texting her and begging her to come find him. Take him home. Love on him. All that kinda shit he was known for. She agreed to the first two, confused as to why the guy was falling down drunk so early in the evening. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she caught a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue. It was impossible to ignore, even if for a second or so Lucy stood on the street looking positively dumbfounded. She retrieved her phone and sent off a quick text to the guy in question. Sorry Dom, but Lucy was about to be busy. Now she just had to figure out which one she'd gone into. Following her steps, Lucy stopped at the store.

But not way in hell was she following her in there. Nope, not happening. She stepped forward and pressed her hand against the glass, peering through the shopfront window in the hopes that she might catch a glimpse of a thieving Blue Bird.

[Evony Vasiliev]

"How much did you say this was again?", Evy asked, giving a crimson corset and its matching hoisery a very scrutinising gaze. After several minutes playing the part of interested customer Evy had finally found the one. The lingerie store itself was above standard, maybe a bit too pricey for the area but there was no denying the beautiful craftsmanship. The velvet threads and dainty lacework were absolutely gorgeous, so pretty that they were worth showing to another person. Someone like Lucy maybe.

"The entire piece is $1895. It's a beautiful isn't it?", the shop assistant dully noted, a slight mocking tone in her voice. It was clear that Evy was not someone she'd consider a proper costumer, but she assumed the faux politeness anyways. It was clear that the target market for the little boutique were upper class women, something the blue haired thief clearly wasn't.

"It's perfect...", Evy smirked, taking note of the shop assistant's superior tone of voice. You have to be a bitch to deal with a bitch and the acrobat wrinkled her nose for a split second. It was a fine piece, something that she would wholeheartedly wear on the greatest of occasions. Not that she's having sex with anyone important at the moment, but the lingering thought of her brown eyed beauty send a jolt of excitement down the length of her spine. The crimson stitching was supple and second to none, the excitement of wearing such a fine set of lingerie thrilling the girl as much as what wearing it usually entailed.

Swivelling on the balls of her feet Evy lightly spun around, the horde of shopping bags accidentally knocking a stack of lacy white panties onto the ground. With an oh-so innocent oops and a sorry gaze, Evy furtively apologised to the clearly frustrated shopkeeper, backing away ever so slowly with the corset in her dainty hands. "Shit, I am so sorry. I'll...I'll put this back...", Evy stated, pouting her lips as she put on her puppy eyes. Sure, it looked like she was going to put it back with the other corsets but with one quick flick of her wrist the girl tossed the item into a mirror nearby. The lingerie didn't clatter against the glass, it dived straight through it, lost in the Reflection world.

"I'll come back at a later date...thanks for all your help!", Evy stammered, acting out the clumsy teenage role as easily as anything. She was going to come back, not through ghe front door though. a simple trip through some mirrors and she would easily find her stolen piece drifting in the weightless void known as the reflection world. Giving the exasperated shopkeeper a little bow she hopped backwards, and spun towards the door, offering the woman another sneaky little grin. "Bitch..", she whispered before slipping through the sliding doors and stretching in the crisp autumn air.

Taking in a big gulp of air and letting a light giggle escape her lips Evy stood outside the store with a satisfied grin. What a succes! Her momentary congratulations to herself quickly ended when she felt a pair of eyes on her. Dark brown eyes. Had someone witnessed her crime? Slowly turning her head back towards the shop front window Evy was met with a rather startling sight. The best and the worst person to be right here right now. It was her. The girl of her dreams and the one she lay with during the lonesome nights.

"Oh..oh shit!", she gasped, flinching a little as Lucy very presence was confirmed. This was no illusion, but it was certianly a very startling coincidence. What was she doing here? "Uh...hey Lucy, what...what are you doing here?", she stammered as elegantly as possible, not knowing where to look. She had just come out of some glorified kink store and Lucy had seen her, in all of her thieving glory. Was there anything more awkward than this? She bit her lip, fumbling with the bags of stolen goodies in her hands as she allowed a frisky breeze lick down the length of her stockinged legs. No point running away now...

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

After moving a step or so and inching around the decal signage, Lucy caught sight of her. She peered in and watched the altercation take place, scrutinising every move the blue haired girl made. She breathed a small, almost insignificant laugh against the glass when she saw the thrown item dissipate into the mirror. It must have reappeared in someone's room; jesus, Lucy hoped it wasn't hers.

And then she walked out of the store; into the fading light of day, settled in Lucy's gaze.

"Sorry." She chided sarcastically, grinning at the way she swore. Nervously she fiddled with the line of the beanie on her head, hooking her hand through her hair and drawing it over one shoulder. She raised her free hand, showing the keys looped around one finger. "Was on my way to pick up my drunk boyfriend." She admitted, adding a slight jingle of her keys with a shake of her hand.

But she clearly wasn't going anywhere, signified as she slipped the keys into her pocket. "You working your magic, I see." Lucy denoted, pursing her lips and nodding.

"Picking up something for work?" The Australian joked, exhaling on a laugh as she looked back to the store she'd just walked out of. "Or've you got a new place to sleep. New person to share with?" She raised her eyebrows at the thought; her mind was terribly sharp at taking a point and running with it, evidence or no.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy stood there, with bags of stolen lingerie in her hands, slightly dumbfounded and nervous. Should've said something about being a stripper or something, it worked last time. Hearing Lucy's addictive accent instantly hooked Evy's attention and she quietly listened to the girl, slowly inching away from the store she had just exited. It was a bit ridiculous in all honesty, having Lucy here of all places. But the mere mention of said 'boyfriend' had the blue haired acrobat biting her tongue in sudden jealousy.

"Ah, I see", she answered dryly, pursing her lips and glancing away. Well that was awkward, seems Lucy was already taken. Swallowing the bile in the back of her throat the blue haired girl gave Lucy a forced smile, clenching her fists around the bags she was holding and letting the cold air trickle down her spine. Somehow deep in her heart a frigid pang of envy struck her, made all the worse by how casual Lucy seemed. This was ridiculous, Lucy was allowed to have a boyfriend...maybe she was just using Evy or something.

"Just doing what I do best...", she muttered, wrinkling her nose as several cars rushed by, the latest dubstep throbbing into her eardrums. A sense of annoyance welled up within her, spurred on by her conflicted feelings at that exact moment. Knowing full well that teenage emotions were usually a load of horse shit Evy took a step back, furrowing her brow at the mention of another person. Sure it was probably a joke and Evy would have replied in an equally lighthearted manner, but the earlier mention of another boy had flared up a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh yeah totally, because I like to whore around like that", she answered sarcastically, the venom in her words maybe a bit too potent. She didn't want to be annoyed, especially not after stealing a super expensive set of lingerie and bumping into Lucy, but speaking so freely after everything that happened irritated her greatly. Shaking her head lightly, the smothering feelings of nervousness began to grip her heart once more, till the point that she was staring down at her feet. "Of course I'm not...", she whispered bitterly, more annoyed at herself than Lucy. Was this what it actually felt like to be jealous or was it just her hormones acting up.

"What about you huh? Getting a nice outfit for the boyfriend?", she asked, biting her tongue so that it any hint of jealousy was drowned out by a mocking tone. A whole slew of thoughts cascaded into Evy's head and she was actually bewildered for simply having her mood turn so sour so quickly. Playing a bitch was fun, but not when you were with your dreamgirl, especially not on a beautiful evening like this one.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy wasn't oblivious to the way in which she reacted. The word had struck a nerve, it seemed. But it was too late to take back the nickname, false at it may be. "I saw. Nice throw, by the way." Lucy said, offering a nod as if approving of the fact. "If panties ever start flying through my mirror, I'll know where to return them to." The corner of her mouth tugged into an amused grin. She couldn't help herself when it came to that.

Potent venom in her words dragged a sliver of surprise onto the Australian girl's features. Not in a joking mood? That hardly seemed to be the case. Colour her more surprised at the other girl's admittance. It was so quiet she barely heard it, but the point of the statement caught in her ears with ease. She didn't know what to make of it. Clearly she occupied her own bed every night; Evony had never arrived to find it empty as she did the first time. She took a daring set of steps forward, closing the distance between them, provided the other party didn't choose to back away.

"Don't need one." She replied boldly as she walked. Frosta was an icy one today, but Lucy was always true to form.

She stopped. "Got your daggers out now, huh." She denoted, making a point of leaning forward. Lucy liked being closer. The proximity was as intoxicating as the very concept of jealousy. "What's the matter now? I can handle the cold in your feet, but not so much in your tone."

[Evony Vasiliev]

A sharp breath escaped Evy's lips as she stared at Lucy, the girl was no less beautiful than before but it was clear that the acrobat may have given away a bit too much, enough for Lucy to play around with. Internally cursing at herself, Evy clenched her jaw, licking her lower lip as she attempted to regain her composure. If this was some twisted cat and mouse game then so be it, she'd play along. Although she adored the girl greatly she didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing her so whipped and flustered, not just yet anyway.

She remained in her position even when Lucy took the daring steps forward, never letting her gaze drop and keeping her stolen goods tight by her side. "Are you provoking me Miss Serrano?", Evy uttered with a cocked brow, stifling a grin at Lucy's sheer audacity for playing around like this. As much as she was annoyed at that moment there was no denying how attracted she was to the girl, even more so now that Lucy was right in front of her. "Because if you want to dance then I'll gladly be your partner", Evy purred with a Cheshire grin, clicking her tongue as she glanced at the unattractive passerbyers.

She wasn't going to go down without a 'fight', submitting so easily was going to take a lot more than a few misspoken words.

"Oh? A bit of sass and you get uncomfortable?" Evy stubbornly smirked, feeling the corner of her lips tugging upwards as she sharpened her tongue for whatever was to come next. Who knows, maybe arguing with Lucy would make the girl come closer, a silly thought but one that might actually have some merit. "And now that I think about it, just what were you doing outside this store? You couldn't have possibly been looking for a new garter belt for your boytoy to rip off?", she asked aloud, cocking her head to the side as she gazed at Lucy's face. Damn, even when she was being annoying she was absolutely gorgeous.

"You couldn't have possibly come to see me..", she whispered with a knowing smirk, raising an eyebrow and pursing her lips, blinking twice to get the dry wind out of her eyes. This was strangely fun.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

A hairline fracture showed in her demeanour when she watched Evony's tongue trace the line of her bottom lip. She flicked her gaze down to watch the act, catching her gaze seconds later. Dammit.

"I might be." Lucy replied with a shrug. She kept a steely expression, offering everything in the curl of her lips; the amused smirk she couldn't hide even if she wanted to. She was glad, she didn't like easy submission; "You know I love a good partner."

She was playing well, as far as Lucy was concerned. She was getting so distracted in the volley that she'd forgotten to ask what she was hiding on those bags of hers. Uncomfortable? She scoffed, folding her arms before her chest. "I love a bit of sass, actually." She admitted, tilting her head with a half nod to the fact. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be so close." Though that was working against her. It was a difficult proximity keep if she wanted to maintain a level head.

Ugh, the thought of Homonique being her boytoy made her physically cringe until she realised the mild disdain was showing on her face. "Don't need one." Lucy repeated. "They get in the way, in the end y'know? He'd rather stare at my other tattoos instead of whatever clothes he's about to tear to pieces." She kept her focus well enough, laughing at the thought and recalling the horrible way in which her hate/hate friend propositioned her.

"Didn't know you'd be here." She paused rolling her shoulders and exhaling in relief. "But you must be here for me. After all, you're not sharing your bed with anyone else." She added, lacing her fingers together and drawing her arms over her head in a stretch. The act caused her shirt to lift, allowing a quick peek at the purple laser gun tattoo that dipped below the line of her jeans. "Though for what it's worth? The clothes don't bother me. I wouldn't change a thing about you."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy felt a mischievous trickle run across her lips, if this verbal foreplay was anything to work off then she was sure to enjoy whatever came next. Flicking her head back to rid some hair out of her eyes Evy felt a surge of warmth scald what was left of the jealousy that resided in the pit of her heart. Even if there was a penis involved there was no denying the tension between the two, it was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. Taking a tentative step forward, Evy leaned in ever so slightly. "Well I guess that means that I'll have to be sassy from now on if I want you around...", the blue haired girl whispered, slowly inhaling Lucy's sweet perfume like a shot of cocaine.

Lucy's reaction to the 'boytoy' issued a cocked brow from Evy, just what was up with the troublesome third party? She lightly frowned at the thought of another person playing around with Lucy's body. Although before the lingering jealousy could return she cut it off with a quick shake of her head and twinkle in her eyes. "Other tattoos? Well you've snagged my attention now..", she smiled under a hushed breath, glancing down at Lucy's form. She had felt the girl's body against her own on those quiet nights together but had never given it any proper thought...up until now of course.

By now, it was clear that Evy was enjoying the back and forth with Lucy, it was a first actually, testing the waters of each other's wit and verbosity. "Well you may have passed my mind a few times during my decision making...but don't get too much of a big head and the last time I checked it wasn't my bed, it was yours", she smiled lightly, swaying gently against the breeze as she stared up at the brown eyes beauty. "Well I guess you won't know that until you see me in them...", Evy stated with a hushed voice, glancing down at Lucy's waistline. The new tattoo bracing her midsection. Shit, this was ridiculously hot.

Swallowing heavily and shuffling in her place Evy gave the girl a warm lopsided grin. "So are we just going to stand around freezing our nipples off or are you going to take me out and introduce me to this manboy of yours?", she smirked, inching closer so that the tips of their shoes touched. "Unless you know...you had other plans?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Worth a shot." Lucy choked out, turning her head slightly to compensate for the way she moved inward.

"Didn't I have it before?" Lucy feigned sadness in her tone, though the thought that she actually didn't have her attention was something to get a little upset about. "There's a nice back piece you're missing out on." She pointed out, raising her eyebrows at the fact. She tilted her head down in the direction and glancing at her right leg; "One on the back of my thigh too, if you're keen for a look."

Lucy felt she was doing well to evade her internal jealousy. Something about the mere thought of this chick sharing her bed was irking her. It was aggravatingly annoying. And what was worse, the stark contrast between now and those spectacular nights was starting to weigh on her mind. "A few times is better than none." She shrugged at the thought. At least it was true. "Consider me hooked, then." She said, a little early. Eh, she had nothing to lose but everything to gain.

"Is that an ultimatum of some kind?" Lucy asked, buying herself a few extra moments so she could stop focusing on how close she was and what her breath felt like against the Australian's skin. "Evony, the girl with cold feet can't proposition anyone." She said calmly; another fact. But she leaned inward anyway, turning to bring her lips to the other girl's ear and whispered; "What she can do is shut up, get in my bed and hunt for my tattoos until she satisfies her curiosity."

She took a quick step back, shrugging her shoulders and searching her expression for anything significant.

[Evony Vasiliev]

"You've had my attention since the moment you broke my nose and messed up my room..", Evy simpered, feeling a heavy blush trawl across her porcelain skin. It was no lie, the acrobat's affection was solely for Lucy and Lucy alone and although all this squishy cheesiness was somewhat worrisome, she simply did not care. Every minute of thought she had put into this girl was coming into fruition and she was swooning on the spot, the twinkling stars and the drunken club goers her witness.

"Well, I do adore a good back piece." Evy smirked, cocking her brow as she briefly sucked on her lower lip. Her mouth wasn't dry tonight, good. "Oh aren't you just a little tease?", Evy chuckled, placing her free hand on Lucy's shoulder, brushing the side of her cheek with her thumb. She wanted to touch the brown eyed beauty and such a little gesture felt like heaven.

"You love my cold feet...", she playfully frowned, wiggling her body to reinvigorate some warmth.

There was barely any space between the two girls by now, their eyes locked and their sweet breath brushing against one another's faces like warm kisses of air. Evy felt the spark in her heartbeat and the slight quivering of her lips, Lucy was right here in all of her frustratingly gorgeous beauty. "It's whatever you think it is", she smiled, glancing downwards before gazing once more into Lucy's chocolate eyes. She wanted to kiss her, her lips were practically pouted and ready for it but it was only until her crush leaned in did the girl feel her knot in her stomach and a loss of breath.

A strained gasp escaped her lips at the request, she actually didn't believe what she was hearing. It happened so quickly and out of the blue, a naughty whisper to catch her off guard. Evy stood there stunned, her heart smashing against the bony confines of her ribcage. There was a moment of tense silence, both girls knew exactly what was just uttered under the violet blanket of the evening and after second of finding her voice the blue haired acrobat replied. "Don't be so forceful, I may put up a fight. And my curiosity may keep you bedridden for a week.." Every syllable rolled off her tongue, her words purposefully paced and timed, a buzzing heat squirming in her belly.

"And here I was waiting for you to kiss me. Ah fuck it!" She shrugged with a loud sigh, exasperated and giddy. Clasping Lucy's face in the palms of her chilled porcelain hands Evy leaned in and brought her quivering lips up to Lucy's, letting the wet warmth of their mouths do all the talking. What hadn't been spoken over the past few weeks was all but forgotten, melting into the void of their raw affection for one another. Evy was utterly lost in the warm waltz of their supple lips, tasting the sweetness off of the girl's tongue and happily laughing whilst she melted into the embrace. Her eyes were closed, blocking out the world in the blissful moment. She had dreamt of this day after day, but no imaginary figment could compare to the real thing.

Breaking away from the kiss, Evy licked her upper lip, tasting the sweet remnants of Lucy that traced her puckered skin. Leaning her forehead against the girl's she could not help but laugh, melodic happy laugh. "Now where were we?" Things were only just getting started.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Sawyer broke your nose and messed up your room." Lucy corrected. She knew it was obvious who did it, but she liked sticking to her story anyway. It offered a strange sense of humour.

Lucy chuckled slightly, responding to both comments with a knowing nod. "It's all part of my wicked charm." She added, her smirk derailing slightly when Evony actually reached out and touched her. Up until now there had been a constant sliver of distance between them. She was the first to really break the mold in this instance. Last time, it'd been the Australian reaching out. That fact was not lost on her.

"In the literal sense, maybe." She pursed her lips.

Well, she obviously didn't want it to be any kind of ultimatum. Dom was well and truly on his own; as far as Lucy was concerned he had been since she caught sight of the blue bird. Lucy took in her stunned expression, drinking up the mental victory because yes, she was bold and yes, her forward statement had smashed the competition right out of the water. She couldn't help it; she loved competition and she loved to be the winner.

"Oh, you're going to break me?" She asked, snerking at the concept alone, "But I'm the forceful one. Right. I see the logic in that."

Lucy would, in a clearer state of mind, call this a double victory. She'd cracked the porcelain mask with her abrasive statement, and smashed it to pieces by not being the first one to make a move. She didn't expect to be kissed though, especially not where they were standing. But the landscape became hazy and unimportant in a matter of moments.

Once she adjusted to the sudden change, Lucy didn't hesitate to reciprocate. She latched an arm around Evony, resting a hand on the small of her back and abruptly drawing her forward to press her body against her. The Australian found herself craving the contact like a drug; it'd been a long time since a fire like that existed in her for another person, so she wasn't willing to let it go.

Until she had to.

Lucy had to laugh as well. Something about being so swept up in another person brought it out of her. She exhaled heated breath against the alabaster cheeks of her companion. "I was going home."

[Evony Vasiliev]

"Oh 'break' is a bit of a strong word don't you think? Maybe exhaust and incapacitate for several hours because of some...well, frisky business." She smiled, allowing the warmth of Lucy's breath to embrace the rose tinted cheeks. "But who knows, I wouldn't mind it if you took the reins". Evy smirked with brow raised and lips puckered.

The eventual kiss had ended their awkward chapter once and for all, any thought of a supposed 'boyfriend' or other bed buddies seemed like distant memories lost in a overhelming fog. To Evy, that evening was all about Lucy. Buzzing neon lights from the surrounding bars and clubs illuminated the streets, enveloping the girls in a technicolored glow, it only served to sweep them into a world of their own. It was here they had settled the lingering tension that pervaded their thoughts and actions since day one and Evy was more than satisfied of the result.

Giving Lucy another peck on her lips she hurriedly picked up the bags of lacy lingerie and overly expensive clothing, propping them by her hips as she stared at her brown eyes beauty. "I think I might join you.", she simpered, blowing strands of ocean blue hair out of her gaze. She could not break away from Lucy, the ecstatic rush that coursed through her veins was more than enough to prompt her forward and although there was the giddy sense of trepidation welling up within her bones she simply didn't care. She was shuddering with excitement and let Lucy lead the way to wherever.

Chuckling to herself Evy shook her head, she had actually kissed Lucy; and Lucy had kissed her back! Glancing at their feet as they slowly walked down a quiet street unhindered by the boisterous crowds of drunkards and club hoppers the smitten thief could not help but give the girl a furtive glance every few seconds. This was actually happening! Expensive lingerie, kissing Lucy and 'shutting up and going back to Lucy's bed' all in one day was like a personal record. Nothing could ruin this, any mention of 'boyfriends' was dashed by her complete and utter devotion to that moment. The breeze of the late evening was no longer a pest, but a kind friend, urging the two girls forward as they quietly made their way back to the school.

Evy had a hop in her step and her heart was fluttering like a butterfly, rhythmically pounding against her chest with every step closer to their destination. "Well I didn't think I'd come back with a beautiful brunette tonight!", Evy giggled to herself, raising the bags of 'borrowed' goodies and leaning into Lucy with a smug little grin on her lips. "You know, I've never invited you into my room. Maybe I can sate my curiosity there...I'm sure Sawyer wouldn't mind", she snerked, biting her lower lip at the thought of committing the act under the nose of her dorm-mate.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"You're making that decision, are you?" Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow. It would have been easy for her to just mirror jump right out of there; Lucy was the one stuck with a car that wasn't even hers. She pushed off and started walking in the direction she'd parked it, jangling the keys in one hand idly as she snapped off a message to the French boy with the other. He'd understand. Well, he wouldn't. he'd be a jerk about it, but whatever.

She kept her eyes forward, her mind going through the motions of what had just happened now that the night air offered the ability to cool her down and calm her head.

"Yeah. Because you picked me up." She retorted, laughing to herself. With nothing but a half step, Lucy produced a little distance between them. "God no. I'm not going there." Lucy scoffed at the thought, practically choking at the mere mention of Sawyer. "Ever heard of a cone of silence? This," She waved her hand between them with a smirk. What the bloody hell was she supposed to call it, anyway? "This is under one of those, right?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

"I'd like to think I did. Besides I can't have you calling all the shots now can I?", Evy smirked, combing her dainty fingers through the light blue strands of hair before giving Lucy a coy smile. Although the evening breeze sent their hair into tangled unkempt messes and the slight chill stung their cheeks with red Evy did not care, if anything what just happened a few minutes ago was confirmation for the tense feelings shared between both girls.

Swivelling on the the balls of her feet, Evy turned to face the brown eyed beauty, blocking her way in the process. "Someone's scared they'll make a bit of noise?", she teased with cocked eyebrow and teeth on her lower lip. "You know I can always cover your mouth but ahwells, if you want this to be a dirty little secret then fine. But I guess it will have to be extra dirty now that we have a 'cone of silence'", she snerked, rotating her hands around their heads to emphasise her point. She wasn't sure why Lucy wanted this to be hidden, sure Sawyer would make a big ruckus out of it all and the supposed 'boyfriend' wouldn't find it particularly endearing but for now, under the blanket of bliss and rushing hormones, Evy didn't care.

"Since I know that you're totally keen to get home I may just go ahead of you and...you know...freshen up a bit." Evy whispered, feeling the tug against the corners of her lips as a surge of pink warmth began to spread across her cheeks. The blue haired acrobat looked down at herself and wrinkled her nose, yeah she probably needed a shower before her treasure hunt later that night. "Don't miss me too much...", she winked, inhaling the girl's scent before lightly kissing Lucy on the cheek and hopping into a puddle. Now it was a race, there was no denying the tension between both girls and Evy wanted to play on Lucy's lust like an instrument. If she wanted Evy in her bed then she'll have to race to go get to her.

Evy was immediately swamped in the weightless silver void of the Reflection world, the resounding echo of her heart hammering against her chest as she sprinted through the inverted dimension. She needed to get back, have a shower, put on something sexy and prepare herself for Miss Serrano once she made it back to the Dorm room. The sprint back took about several minutes and after she made the mad dash out of Lucy's mirror into the room she checked her watch. 8:23 PM. "Time for sex, time for sex", she muttered to herself, flinging the bags of lingerie and clothing onto the ground by Lucy's growing pile of mess. She did not know how long Lucy would take, already stripping down and flailing around to find something 'proper' to wear.

"Black, white or red? What the fuck?!", Evy squealed, tossing the lacy lingerie out of the bags and into the surrounding space. "No! Shower first!", she stated aloud, startling Inky and rushing towards the hot and wet confines of the shower. A clean body was a sexy body and the instance she hopped in the acrobat was scrubbing away. Controlling her breathing and attempting to calm her nerves, Evy hopped up and down under the steaming waterfall...more nervous than she ever thought she would be.