AU: A Sleep Down Memory Lane [Lucy]

[Karalie Heise]

Her guard was up, expecting a fight, until she breached the space between them.  Fingers caressed her cheek, but it was she who leaned in first, pressing her lips against the ink manipulators. She found herself pressed against the desk, hoisted onto it while warm fingers trailed up her side beneath her shirt. The other girls warm body was nestled between her legs, keeping her there on the desk as she tasted her sw..

Karalie woke with a start, a layer of sweat on her brow and a heat in her body she couldn't explain.  Well, she could explain it but that didn't make any sense.  Not from some dreams. Dreams about.. no.  They weren't dreams..  Karalie swallowed hard, sitting up as realization hit her hard; she was clutching a garment; a cardigan.  Not her cardigan, either.  This was definitely the property of one stuck up, snooty, OCD roommate.  She dropped it as though it were burning her skin, looking down at it with a looks resembling disgust.  She ran a hand across her cheek; she could tell she was flushed, her heart was still hammering in her chest as she attempted to catch her breath. Residual feelings from the memories she'd obtained remained, a strange desire for one Lucy Serrano practically consuming her.  How many memories had she absorbed during her nap? Why on earth had she fallen asleep there on the couch?! Why couldn't she stop thinking of.. of her.

Her panting began to slow some the longer she sat, her fingers dancing across her lips as she recalled the warmth that had never actually touched them.  Not really..  Dazed, she sat there, staring off as she attempted to come to terms with the fact that she had memories of a relationship she didn't belong in, memories of her in love with a woman she hated.  The thought gave her mixed feelings, and with these memories so fresh in her mind she couldn't find it in her to actually hate the ink manipulator.  Not when all she wanted was to feel her touch..

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.  Wide eyed and almost terrified she looked at it, knowing the only person who ever came in was..  

"No! Don't come in!" She cried out, getting to her feet, her foot getting caught on the cardigan and forcing her to stumble back a bit, kicking her foot to try and free herself of the retched cardigan.  This was all its fault!

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy never knocked on the common room door. Not really. There were few times where it was really important; people never seemed to lock it, so what was the point? After all, way back when, she'd managed to gain access to the psychometrist's room to paint the galaxy to her ceiling. If she could manage that, in her mind she'd earned some kind of access to the room. So knocking on the common room door was stupid, and she didn't do it.

Instead, she just hooked her fingers around the handle, intent on visiting the only person she ever came here for anyway.

Before she even managed to open the door, she was being screamed at. Dark eyes went a little wide as she left the door ajar, pursing her lips and crinkling her nose as she stared at the other side. The sudden raise had stalled her, and that wasn't okay. "What?" She asked, poking her head into the room through the cut of the door. But her eyes were closed, held shut as tightly as she was able. "Why, what're you doing?"

[Karalie Heise]

Had her heart ever pounded so fiercely in her chest?  Karalie stared wide eyed at the mop of dark hair as it poked into the room.  She could see Lucy's eyes were shut and she took that moment to simply gaze at her.  She wasn't so bad looking.. pretty even.. "Oh gawd.." She muttered to herself, pushing her hands to her face and shaking her head.  What the hell sort of thought was that?!  Lucy Serrano pretty!  

"Nothin', just... jus' ya'll go away!" She insisted, folding her arms over her chest as she continued to try and shake the stupid garment off her foot.  She wasn't about to touch it again.  Who knew what she would see this time! Part of her wanted to touch it, though.. needing that Lucy fix.. no! It was the serpents apple, it would only make her unclean.  The memories of her warm body on hers, the weight of it as her hot fingers dug into her skin...

"Penelope ain't even here!" Or was she? Karalie had no idea, all she knew was that ink manipulator needed to get the hell away and fast.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Unaware of the goings on in Karalie's head, Lucy stuck to her own mentality. She sounded... Weird today. Exasperated, but then, when it came to the ink manipulator's company, she always sounded frustrated. It was one of the things that made visiting when she was around so funny. When it came to humour from pissing someone off, there was no better target.

She scoffed at the idea that she should go away, tacking a heavy laugh to the end of the sound. Really, by now this girl should have known better.

"What, I can't hang out with you instead?" Lucy asked, finally pushing the door open and opening her eyes in the process. Safe to look, she disregarded the distressed notions Karalie was wearing. "I thought we were getting super close." She reasoned, raising her eyebrows curiously as evident sarcasm lined her own suggestion. She hadn't even noticed the article of clothing she'd left behind, much less how tangled the retrocog was in it.

[Karalie Heise]

She should have known better than to expect Lucy to respect her wishes.  She never had and she never would.  A part of her didn't necessarily mind, though.  A new part of her.. she expected it and therefor accepted it, knowing this part of her was predictable.  Lucy was predictable in some ways, once you got to know her..

No! Karalie didn't know her and didn't want to know her, not anymore than she already did.  She gave Lucy a wary look, feeling somewhat guarded as she made her way into the room.  She felt so trapped, so.. torn.  

"We are.." She started, her voice soft before she shook her head.  "We are not!" She insisted.  That was more like it.  Her dark eyes moved to Lucy's lips, her cheeks flushing as she was reminded of a particularly steamy kiss.  Karalie gulped, dragging her gaze from the other girl, not having it in her to try and force her away.  "Gawd, go pester someone else!" The sharp tinge her voice usually carried when talking to Lucy was gone, her words sounding weak and unconvincing as they left her mouth.  Truth was she didn't really want her to go.  She wanted her to stay, wanted to find herself nestled in bed with her, the warmth of her body at her back, a single arm draped around her and holding her close..

Karalie clenched her teeth tightly, knowing it was just the residuals from the memories hanging around.  she'd taken in too man too quickly, it was clogging her system, confusing her.  Her hand came to her lips, a nervous habit as her teeth sunk into her gel tipped nails.  She shot a cautious look at the girl she knew she didn't really love, but felt things for at that moment that she hadn't for anyone else.  Ever.  "This ain't uh good time, alrigh'?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

When Karalie snapped at Lucy, proclaiming that they were not in fact getting close, she clenched her teeth together and raised her top lip with a joking snarl. She could be so angry sometimes, and it was difficult not to play along when she was so spiteful.

In tandem with her second statement, she was no longer looking at Lucy. It was almost as if she was sure if she ignored the ink manipulator, the ink manipulator would go away. That classic 101 about ignoring bullies in order to make them stop. Lucy folded her arms in front of her chest, putting up the usual front that indicated that she wasn't going anywhere. Not unless she could somehow be forced to leave. Given Karalie's prior history with getting physical, Lucy wouldn't put an attempt past her.

"Why not?" Lucy asked, furrowing her eyebrows in curiosity, "What're you doing in here all on your own?" The moment she asked, the corner of her mouth dragged to a smirk. One with a dirty mind could only assume so much.

[Karalie Heise]

Something in her question struck Karalie as obnoxious.  She was insinuating that she'd been doing something inappropriate, probably with herself.  Though she wasn't, not exactly, she was still having intimate thoughts concerning the girl in front of her and she resented her asking her about it.

"That's not yer concern." She snapped back, though her tone wasn't nearly as harsh as she'd like for it to be.  It was hard to be angry with the other girl.  She had to actually concentrate on staying firm and angry with her counterpa- Karalie gulped, shutting her eyes.  Penelope's counterpart!


"Please," She tried again, her voice more pleading now, gentler even.  "I can' be here with.." she licked her lips, her brows furrowing.  She hated sending her away.  She hated that she hated sending her away!  "Just once can yah not be so damn difficult?!" She implored, her fists coming down to her sides in a huff.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Now, the roommate was pleading. It was softer. Practically gentle. Truth be told, Lucy didn't know she had the capacity to soften her sharp edges. Momentarily, it seemed to stall her. She ran her tongue across her lower lip.

Not so easily swayed.

"Oh, what?" Lucy asked, stressing the word with as much emphasis as she could muster. Really, this was getting a bit ridiculous. She couldn't even step into the room without getting harped at; they still had months left before Karalie could even hope to get rid of the ink manipulator. "What's your problem now? What'd I do now?"

A drop of her gaze. Not sudden and never subtle, it was no secret that Lucy Serrano liked to have a decent stare at those in her proximity. Karalie wouldn't find herself immune to such scrutiny; dark eyes filtered down the length of her form slowly, as if the intent to catch details would give her some kind of upper hand. Some kind of edge. By the time she made it to her feet, she hit the floor instead. Eyebrows lowered, furrowing the sight of a familiar piece of clothing on the ground.

[Karalie Heise]

It wasn't so much what she'd done, but what Karalie wanted.  Only she couldn't tell that to Lucy who seemed annoyed.  She couldn't blame her, Karalie would be annoyed if the tables were turned.  "Yah didn'.. I, you.." She swallowed, her words becoming jumbled in her mouth not having a real answer for her, just wanting to fill the silence with something, anything.  "Ya'll can' just barge on in here! I mean, is it so hard tuh knock?"  Her throat felt dry as she watched the dark eyes of her roommates girlfriend trail down her body. Was it hot in here? It was hot in here.. way too hot.. or maybe it was just Lucy.

"What're yah doin'?" She asked, folding her arms bashfully across her stomach as if she had something to hide.  Karalie licked her lips and looked down at her feet, seeing the incriminating garment, and again her throat felt like sandpaper.  Would she know? No, it wasn't obvious what had happened!  Again she tried kicked the stupid cardigan off her foot, but it had gotten tangled as she moved backwards and she'd have to actually peel it off.  Dark eyes trailed back up to the girl across from her before back to her feet.  She stepped on the cardigan with her other foot, pulling her tangled one free before stepping away from it, glad she didn't have to actually touch it.  She gulped, kicking the thing away. 

"Ya'll should tell yer girlfriend not tuh leave her stuff lyin' around.  Seriously." She scoffed, though her heart wasn't entirely in it.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Looking." Lucy replied easily. She assumed it was completely obvious what she was doing, but if Karalie wanted the dumbed down version, it passed the ink manipulator's lips with ease. And she didn't stop staring just because it made her seem so uncomfortable.

That'd just ruin it entirely.

What she then watched was hilarious in its own way. Lucy felt the overt urge to laugh at just how intent she was to get rid of any connection between herself and the clothes she was tangled in. At a guess, Lucy assumed it was because Karalie didn't want to be associated with anything remotely related to the tatted-up meta. But then she said that, and confusion engulfed her expression.

"It's mine, genius." Lucy pointed out flatly, kneeling down just enough to curl her fingers around the cardigan. Without an ability to force a thought into her mind, she had no sudden recollection of just what was woven into the fabric, "I figured you'd've seen that much, or some shit."

[Karalie Heise]

Why did she need to look at her like that? Why did she need to admit it like that?  How torn she felt about the other woman's eyes on her.  Part of her wanted to tell her to quit it, the other part wanted her to stare, liked knowing she was being watched like that.  It only fed that part of her starving for Lucy's affection, a part she hoped would simmer down once she had some time to shake it all off.  Stupid memories.. her head ached slightly from it all, now full of more memories.  "Well quit it!"

Lucy picked up the cardigan and Karalie found herself a little surprised it had belonged to the ink manipulator.  She was far too aware at how close the other girl was to her, and the frightened part of Karalie took a cautious step backwards, starting to quite literally back herself into a corner.  


"I didn' touch it." She lied maybe a little too defensively.  The last thing she wanted was for Lucy to know what she'd seen, what she knows, how she feels.. "An' for th'millionth time this ain't yer dorm.  Yah can' just leave yer shit lyin' around." She scolded, brows furrowed as she continued to attempt to stay angry at Lucy for appearances.  Her eyes landed on her lips once more and she felt the heat in her cheeks intensify momentarily before glaring down at the ink manipulators feet.  She needed to look anywhere but directly at her!  

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The moment Karalie told her to stop, Lucy was slower to reciprocate the request. The corner of her mouth dragged further into a grin, because really, there was so little in the world that could make her stop looking. Karalie might have been a bible toting Harpy from the nineteen-fifty's, but she was still a bit of a hottie.

Once she grabbed onto her own clothes, she idly folded it over her forearm, eyebrows lowering as her brow crinkled with a questioning nature to her expression. She was taking steps backwards, and that was weird. She was weird today. Was she always this weird?

Dropping her jaw, Lucy raised her free hand and ran her fingers across her chin. Along the length of her jaw to try and stall the inevitable argument sitting at the edge of her tongue. She saw her touching it. Directly, she took steps forward to match those she'd put between them, "What's the problem? Leaving shit around the common area?" She asked, momentarily glancing down to the material she held. How she idly dropped her free hand to it, filtering through the layers the lazy fold had provided, "I know I said I'd keep a little control in a shared area, but fuck it if it wasn't totally worth it." And there was nothing apologetic about the smirk she wore when she looked back up.

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie's eyes followed her finger as it slid across her chin and down her jaw, her own lips parting slightly as she watched the somewhat seductive move.  Lucy probably didn't even mean for it to be so provocative, but in Karalie's current mindset, nearly everything Lucy did was.  What did she need to come closer? Why couldn't she simply keep the distance between them? Another protective step back seemed to fail in an attempt to put actual distance between the girls and Karalie felt her heart race.

Had she ever desired someone so fiercely?

“Will you quit swearin'?” She asked, her eyes widening slightly after she'd said it.  The words seemed foreign on her lips, but so familiar. Her throat felt scratchy again and she furrowed her eyes, looking at the space between she and Lucy.  forever? nah. The words were there in her mind, buzzing with familiarity, yet it wasn't her phrase to say.  It was all wrong, this wasn't right!

Karalie's hands shot to her face, covering it completely as she took another step back, finally running out of space to escape as she felt the wall come up behind her.  "For th'love of all tha's good in this world, would you please jus leave me alone?!" She begged, her voice muffled by the hands covering her face.  She couldn't handle this, couldn't handle being in the same room with her, so close, and she knew! She fucking knew what had happened! If she didn't know better she'd think Lucy did this on purpose.

Maybe she had.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Pressing her lips together, Lucy offered a very definite shake of her head. "Nah." She replied loosely. There was no way she'd just quit swearing. She really wished girls would stop asking her to do that; it was never going to happen.

She watched as Karalie literally backed herself into a wall, hands covering her face. If she didn't think she was acting weird already, that would have sold it for her completely. It hardly meant she was going to stop the equal steps she was taking to meet her. There was something to strangely invest in in such a moment, and Lucy was all about taking chances. What was the worst she could do? Hit her? Once that happened once it lost so much of its power.

"Why would I do that?" Lucy asked, forcing her tone to sound as genuine as possible, "You don't wanna tell me about all the perks I'll be missing out on in the great world upstairs because I'm too busy burning in hell for fucking broads and absolutely loving it?"

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie wished she had a good answer.  Why would Lucy back off?  What incentive did she have to actually respect her wishes? She didn't care about her, but strangely she felt so completely adored by Lucy.  It was a strange mix, to want to shove her away and embrace her at the same time.  

Why was she coming so close?

"No... I mean yes, yer gonna.." Her heart hammered in her chest, not knowing how to answer any of it.  What could she possibly say? Having been so intimate with the girl.. would she go to hell? Was it really all so bad? She'd felt it.. that love, that sinful desire.. she'd felt it and she liked it. It wasn't real though! A test! God was testing her!  But lord did she feel weak..

"You.." Karalie didn't know how to finish her sentence, wanting to go into her usual spiel about how wrong it was, how sinful, how heathenish it was to give into such dark desires. "Yah prob'ly will burn in hell!" She finally got out in a quivering, unconvincing voice.  Karalie sighed, frowning as her shoulders slumped.  How could she know for sure if Lucy would burn for her sins? 

What if they weren't sins at all?

She pressed herself tight to the wall, not sure if she'd ever felt so defeated before.  "What'dya want?" She asked softly with pleading eyes.  She didn't have much fight in her, not for Lucy.  She hated how much she wanted to be hugged, forgiven, adored, touched.. anything.  "Huh? What'dya want from me, Lucy?"