Vertigo (Penny)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Had it not felt necessary, there was absolutely no way Lucy would have brought any of this up. But her admission was huge - the magnitude of which, it was clear Penny understood. She needed to cover her bases as much as Penny needed to give herself a fail safe about her running away habit.

She could see the words were difficult to hear; her face made that incredibly clear. But it was imperative. Last time she kept her mouth shut, it almost ruined her completely.

And besides, she wasn't her girlfriend. She didn't even know why she felt so compelled to set herself up the way she was.

Lucy kissed her back, finding as much comfort as she could in what was said. Part of her had wanted it to be contested, but she didn't have the energy to argue with her further. Not starting an argue was paramount. "I'm done," The Australian whispered against her lips. She knew when she was being told to shut up by now; "I swear."

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penelope felt a small smile tug at her lips when Lucy announced that she was finished. “Good.” She replied, closing her eyes as she leaned forward, stealing another kiss from the Australian.

She knew this conversation wasn’t over, but Penelope was glad it was at least put on hold for the time being. There was still a lot to talk about; Penny’s mind flickered briefly over to Evony. Lucy had managed to avoid answering anything about her completely. She’d have to bring it up again, but for the moment, she just enjoyed the silence.

Penny shifted her arm to wrap around Lucy’s waist, and the Brit pulled herself closer to her, nuzzling her face into Lucy’s neck. She tilted her head slightly, just enough to plant a gentle kiss on the ink manipulator’s neck. “I missed you.”

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The ink manipulator felt her skin threaten to shiver when Penny drew in close. Instinctively, Lucy settled in beside her. By now, it was like second nature to her. She knew exactly how to pull her in comfortable. Penny's lips were brushing lightly against the tattooed meta's skin as she formed words - that she missed her.

Finally, something she could believe without conviction.

"I know." Lucy replied deftly,though her voice remained low. Her fingertips trailed idly across her counterpart's shoulder, revelling in yet another form of contact; "Next time, I won't take so long to get here."

Because somehow she knew there would be a next time.

With her, there always was.