Love Like Rockets

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Sunday mornings were those to look forward to. There was no school. No work. All that existed was the person tangled next to her. One that she didn't have to leave in order to get ready for her day. She always held on so tightly, and in turn Penny kept Lucy as close as she could, even as she came to slow consciousness in the early hours of the morning.

Her fingertips tracked slowly down the length of Lucy's back, dancing across a tiger that found the a small spot of sun that shined down on Lucy's shoulder. Inked words on her own hand threatened to brush against blue tinted fur of the creature.

Penny had no idea how long she stayed there; the normally worrisome Brit paid no attention to the alarm clock she turned her back to. It'd didn't matter, then.

Though Lucy was asleep, she still captured all of Penny's attention. She still had that magnetic force to continued to pull the pyschometrist in as she leaned in, brushing her lips against the Australian's.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Today was nothing. Well, admittedly, today happened to be Valentine's day. But that wasn't the point. It was a Sunday, and really, they ended up being the very best days available. There were no distractions on a Sunday. There was no class and rarely was there ever any work. Lucy got to find herself wrapped up in the company of her love - her wife - who never went anywhere despite how early she woke up every morning.

But she always chose at what point Lucy would wake up, and it was usually the same method. Or similar. Something potentially leading. It wasn't just pressure on her lips, but everything that surrounded that movement that forced her eyebrows to lower and her eyes to squeeze shut completely; the brush of a breath against her skin, or the tip of a nose that dragged against her own.

She might have been a beat late, but she still kissed her back as soon as she could. But her lips dragged to a knowing smile the second that connection was severed, even though she kept her eyes closed.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was always a little slow to reciprocate in the mornings, though Penny knew it had little to do with her willingness. She could feel the slow shift of Lucy's breathing as she began to stir. How the little movements gave the initial sign of consciousness before her mind could register it entirely. And, in time, there it was. Perfect and so beautiful.

While Lucy kept her eyes closed, Penny's own opened. These early mornings were ones to be cherished, no matter what day the calendar year marked. It only took a moment to catch that tired smile Lucy wore, and even less for Penny to close that gap again and kiss it.

This time, she lingered. Close simply because she could. Because it was Sunday, and there was nothing that could drag herself away from her wife.

"Good morning." She breathed lightly against Lucy's lips.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Prior to their relationship Lucy had never been a morning person. She had never stretched to wake up any earlier than she needed to. But now it seemed to be that she couldn't stand sleeping while her counterpart was awake. What was worse was the nature of Winter months and how it affected the way the ink manipulator slept. She hated having to wear anything, but she had no real choice. Loosely interconnected buttons from the middle of the night and half rolled sleeves kept her covered, and every time she woke up she hated that.

A small hum buzzed her lips lightly, like it was the most articulation she could manage when she had just woken up. On some level, it was her way of agreeing that it was a good morning without actually having to say it. The second she opened her mouth, the first thing she could do was provide an audible exhale.

"Yeah." She finally offered, like it was truly exhausting to do so.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny could feel the hum of Lucy's lips against her own through the close proximity she kept herself. In part, the psychometrist hadn't been expecting a response from her counterpart at all. It was, after all, the morning, and if anyone knew how Lucy functioned any time before the afternoon hit it was the woman that made her coffee most mornings.

But this morning, she hadn't the ability to drag herself out from under the sheets to do so. Her counterpart would have to live without it, but from the way she still tried, it appeared to be worth it.

Gentle amusement caught Penny's lips at that single word before she pressed them to Lucy's again. A palm pressed lightly to Lucy's cheek as she kept her close, fingertips slow to draw down the length of her jaw and neck before crossing the line of a shirt that had been picked up sometime during the later hours of the night.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The single word Lucy offered was the best she could give despite the better words in her vocabulary. She would have looked with natural adoring eyes if she'd managed to open them, but everything was more difficult in the mornings. She could revel in the hands that tracked her form either way, and she exhaled a shallow breath because of it.

Familiar fingertips were practically pointing out the fact that she was wearing clothes as they idled about the covered break at her neck. She wore a tired smile, but it was still undeniably humoured all the same.

"You can take it off." Lucy managed, almost idly in her tired state. Though it might have seemed like a difficult feat - or one that would result in her having to get up at some point - surely a few buttons wouldn't be difficult for her

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny's hands danced around the line of Lucy's shirt, and it was only time before she wanted it removed. The words she offered practically gave the Brit permission she knew she didn't need, but she moved with it regardless. Precise movements traced down the length of her shirt until she found the first button.

It only took a few moments before she was finished, never having to advert her gaze down to work the material away. With her shirt open, Penny's hands crossed through the break, palms pressing gently against the Australian's skin rather than forcing her counterpart to move just yet in order to remove of it completely.

"I can make you coffee." She offered finally, though she had little desire to get up, Penny knew well enough how poorly her counterpart functioned without the beverage.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Two or three buttons were easy for Lucy to do on her own, but it was always that much better when she got Penny to do it for her. The subtle brush of fingertips against her own skin were working without fail to drag her into a more conscious state. It was no secret how little she liked having to scrounge for something to wear while she planned to sleep, but moments like these didn't make it so bad.

"You could," She reasoned in return, "That's what you normally do."

And Lucy normally let her on any normal day. But she refused to release any kind of pressure from her hands. She refused to give any weight to the idea in the slightest; she dragged just a little bit closer to press herself against the familiar form beside her now that the line of her shirt was breached.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Though Penny offered to prepare the hot beverage, she wasn't quite ready to leave the comforts of her bed and - more importantly - her wife. Had she been, she would have likely already been up and moving. So when Lucy pulled her in closer, she let out her own tired breath, the corner of her mouth dragging upwards into a smile as she fully wrapped her arms around the ink manipulator.

Dark eyes drew shut; only a little while ago did such a concept of lounging in bed seem impossible for the woman who was practically required to keep busy. Now it was something of a blessing to have those few extra hours.

"In a few minutes." Penny concurred as she pressed her lips to Lucy's forehead.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

As arms circled Lucy completely, she knew she carried a type of silent victory. She had her body held intently, and whenever Penny placed her hands on her form, she knew it would be that much harder for her to leave. Normally, she had at least some drive to go about her morning routine. It wasn't as if she'd never left the bed while Lucy was there.

But this felt different. Lucy didn't want to let her go in the slightest. She wanted to be forcefully stubborn.

"You can give me a bit longer than that." Lucy tried, her tone practically whining to the fact she was trying to spell out. More to the point, she ran the tip of her nose across the line of her jaw lightly.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny had to let out an amused breath at the tone her counterpart had taken, though it remained light. Traces of humor refusing to take any real, definite form. Rather, it felt more of an adoration for the woman that wanted to keep her close. For the woman she wanted to stay close to.

"Just a bit?" Penny had to ask, eyebrows raising upward as she closed her eyes. She knew what Lucy was trying to convey, but it was so like the Brit to find humor in her love's suffering one way or another.

There was no real pressure behind the way Lucy's nose brushed her skin, but the connection was still enough to make Penny move. Her lips parted with a silent breath, chin tilting up backwards, whether it was her request or Penny's own for greater contact.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Penny's response flagged Lucy's attention in a new way. She seemed to be dwindling across the topic in the ink manipulator's favour. Not only was she practically giving into the idea without any effort, but she was repeating word for word as opposed to twisting a sentence to a more proper resolution.

The tilt of her neck upwards gave Lucy the opportunity to give a little more, and as such she followed the newfound break provided as she leaned inward. She brushed her lips against her skin lightly, barely grazing the available curve for a second or so before she left a kiss against it instead.

"How long'll you stay?" She asked instead. If anything, they both knew who had a routine schedule in the morning and who preferred to stay in bed for as long as possible. She almost wanted to laugh at that, too. Another brush of pressure from her lips before she tried her best to continue; "I got no plans to break away any time soon."

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

The lightest amount of contact still held a great power over the psychometrist. A familiar set of lips against her pulse did wonders to kick it to life. Instinctively her grip grew a little tighter as she felt the natural way in which she arched her back - anything to press herself closer to the person she was practically glued to.

It was a question posed for her, and it was no question as to why. The Brit often had a strict schedule she felt the drive to follow, but today was different. It was a day she had yet to voice, but the date still fell conscious in her mind. It wasn't supposed to be special. They weren't those sort of people, but Penny still wasn't moving.

"I don't have any plans, either." She replied airily, making a poor attempt to correct the Australian's grammar while she remained so distracted.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Proper indication always worked to remind Lucy how wanted - or needed - she was. Small, almost uncontrollable movements of the body so close provided a type of bolster to an often elated ego, and they kept her consistently bound to the moment available to her. It was constantly breathtaking in an almost unfair way, but Lucy took it for the positivity it gave regardless of her own inabilities. She liked heavy hands as much as she liked the sudden curve to her back.

More to the point, those words offered everything Lucy needed to progress. She felt the difficulty in the strain, but the message was still incredibly clear. There was no reason to leave. Not quickly, anyway. Penny would never actively admit to any reasoning behind her decision to break normality. She couldn't help the way she smiled in turn, and how that likely cemented itself against her skin however briefly, attuned as she was.

Tilting her head down a fraction, she barely grazed her lips against her collarbone. A simple brush if nothing else. Then again, and on the third connection she couldn't help the way she lingered.

Forcing a breath inward was hard. Holding it was impossible. Ruining mutual understanding was so her forte, but she did her best to combat it all the same. "I love you." She exhaled shortly, intent on not saying a thing before the inevitable seemed to slip out.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Lighter connections still had the power to make her head spin. Tiredness couldn't plague her mind when she held her attention in all her capacity. It was the moments like these that made her question why she ever left this woman in the mornings; it was always a struggle for Penny to draw herself away, but now she couldn't see how it was possible.

Especially when those words hit the air and imprinted themselves against her skin. She could feel the smile Lucy wore, and in turn she exhaled a short breath, her own smile pulling at her expression. "I love you." Penny replied almost immediately, though it had nothing to do with simple repetition of heavy words. It had nothing to do with a day, but rather it had everything to do with everyday she was able to cherish with her wife.

Her nails remained gentle, but she still felt desperate as they ran up the back up Lucy's neck and into the line of her hair as the other finally made an attempt to remove the shirt that had kept her counterpart warm.