Time Warp: Crashing Into You

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

July, 2025
Set after; Incomprehensible Demand

Sufficed to say, the plane ride to Naples had been one of the most trying experiences in Lucy's life so far. It didn't even matter what happened in that seventeen hour trip. Or the added time that came from leaving the airport to get to the hotel they were staying at. It was still ridiculously unbearable.

Checking in felt like it took a lot longer than it should have. The Australian kept throwing glances at the Brit as she handled things, her gaze deftly travelling from her eyes to her lips. And when she'd caught the ink manipulator staring, the corner of her mouth had tugged into something of a smile. Or a knowing grin. Sharing thoughts, as it were. Lucy'd forced herself to breathe again.

She wouldn't even chance a kiss in the elevator. It was a brief moment of solitude, and if she'd started something she doubted she'd have been able to stop herself. The most she could do was bring the hand she held to her lips, momentarily grazing them across her skin.

Even if she was there, Lucy missed her.

And so she followed as Penny lead her, squeezing her hand for good measure. It wasn't just the wait. It was everything. She wanted to be with her. Lose herself to her. Momentarily forget the absolute mess they'd left behind and give in to the feeling that coursed through everything they'd just done together. That they were married. They had accomplished something important on the list of things they were planning together.

The inevitability that was a life with Penelope Blaise.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

How they managed to make it through the seventeen hour plane ride was beyond Penny. Yet even as they had gotten off the plane, they still had to get to the hotel and check in. The process of which had taken about an hour, a painfully long hour. When they finally had reached the hotel, Penny took care of checking in; she always handled these things. It was easier that way.

When they entered the elevator, Penny let out an audible sigh, giving her counterpart's hand a light squeeze. They were alone. Finally. But still were forced to just stand there. She knew well enough that if either of them started, the momentum of their situation would make it impossible to stop.

Penny's eyebrows rose as she felt her hand being pulled upward, her lips pressing into a hard line as she felt familiar lips brush against the skin. She sucked in a wavering breath as her teeth sunk into her lower lip. They were so close.

As the elevator doors open, Penny exited first, leading Lucy to the room. Her thumb ran over the key in her hands, having it ready before they even reached the door. When they did finally reached the door, Penny quickly inserted the key and twisted the handle. The moment the door opened, she turned back to her love, reaching out and grabbing the material of her jacket and pulling her in. She didn't even make it through the door before she was kissing her wife with intention.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

It took every ounce of strength the Australian had not to force her against the wall of the elevator when she breathed like that. When she bit into her lip the way she always did. Instead, she took a slow breath in, trying to calm her senses. Really, she shouldn't have done a single thing if she didn't know how to handle the repercussions.

She was a step or so behind, allowing herself to be led willingly. It wasn't as if she actually knew where she was going either way; she hadn't given an ounce of her attention into the mere concept of checking in.

But when they'd evidently reached the right door, Lucy felt herself take another imperative breath. It seemed like she took no time to open the door, but before the ink manipulator managed to take a step towards it, Penny had turned to face her. Her intention was clear in her eyes, and Lucy finally breathed a benevolent sigh as she pulled her in. Finally. She stepped through the minimal distance between them in the same moment she was pulled forward, the momentum of which quickly forced the psychometrist against the door frame. They were so close - so ridiculously close that they were in the doorway, and Lucy didn't care. Her hands slowly trailed the form of her newly acquired wife, because she'd been forced to revert to the most basic steps of contact for far too long. Despite being eager, she wanted to commit every detail to memory as she circled her hands around her waist, pressing her close.

Lucy couldn't kiss her for long; the need to breathe was overbearing enough as it was. When she managed to break the kiss, she almost immediately moved to press her lips against her counterpart's neck. Moments later, she was sinking her teeth into her skin, the heated exhale she breathed pouring out across her skin.

She'd waited. Waited at her request. She wasn't waiting any more.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

When Penny felt herself get forced backwards, she made little effort to stop herself from hitting the door frame, and as she felt her back make contact with it, she tugged Lucy’s jacket again, forcing the Australian against herself. The Brit didn’t even care that they weren’t inside; she needed this. Her.

Moments after she kissed her counterpart, Penny’s hands started to move down Lucy’s form, her nails dragging across the material of her skinny jeans. Her tongue ran along Lucy’s bottom lip as her fingers trailed over her belt. She was eager; they had been patient for too long, and there was no way she could possibly bring herself to stop now.

Still, she wanted to savoir every moment, commit every detail to memory. Lucy Serrano, her wife. The person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. To make memories with. All of it. With her. The thought of which emphasized how much Penny had missed her. She missed touching her.

The need to breathe caused Penny to break the kiss just as Lucy had decided to. Yet, she barely managed to inhale as Lucy pressed her lips against her neck, causing the psychometrist’s breath to catch in her throat. Her hands tucked under Lucy’s shirt, nails digging into Lucy’s back as she tilted her head back, welcoming the attention to her neck, yet she sucked in a sharp sudden breath when she felt Lucy’s teeth sink into the skin. A moan passed her lips as she closed her eyes, taking in another wavering breath. “Christ.”

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

After years with the psychometrist, Lucy was sure she could read her with deft precision. She knew what almost every move she made meant - from the most subtle of twitches to the significant way she reached out. In short, she was almost positive she knew what she wanted and needed when she wanted and needed it.

But there was nothing subtle about this. No defined artistry to a move. And she didn't care that it was this way. It was what made it so imperative.

It was impossible to ignore and subsuquently deny the way her hands were moving. Across the material she wore. Over the belt at her waist. She pressed herself in closer, even if it made no real difference, simply because for that moment, she was being unfair.

Each heavy breath Penny had offered during the break washed across the ink manipulator's skin before she'd turned her head away. But the feeling remained. Her breathing was always a dead give away, and so Lucy had to revel in her inability to breathe. It meant everything she was doing was right. And most definitely reciprocated.

When she tilted her head to offer the Australian more room, she reciprocated the fact without missing a beat; trailing her lips across her neck, choosing each moment to press a kiss against her skin. Savouring the time she took before she sunk her teeth in again. The only second she faltered through was by way of the heavy handed nails that dragged into her back. She knew she she should have expected it, but it forced her to lose her breath all the same.

However, Lucy all but lost her precision when her newly acquired wife made a sound like that. She immediately exhaled all the air she was carrying on an involuntary sigh. The word she used - the closest thing to an evident swear she was going to use here - dragged a short, dry breath of laughter from Lucy. "Fuck." She practically corrected, dropping the word against her ear before biting down into her earlobe. It was a better choice. A more fitting choice.

And all the while her hands had moved, crossing down the contours of her form slowly before her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress at her hips. In theory, this was so easy.

"I want you." The Australian breathed the repetition against her. Surely the phrase carried more weight here than it had on a plane.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

It wasn't common for the Brit to make such a sound, but she found herself unable to control it. Her nails ran up Lucy's form, causing the back of her shirt to rise up as she did so, revealing the red lines that were already starting to form across the ink manipulator's skin.

Even as Lucy kissed her neck, Penny's eyebrows twitched up at the correction. How she laughed. She was never fond of swearing, but hearing that accent wrap around the word in that very moment forced Penny's breath to catch in her throat. Her lips pressed into a hard line as her grip tightened even more on the ink manipulator as she felt teeth bite onto her earlobe and her wavering breath against her ear. She sucked in a breath, finally finding a means to do so after a moment. “Me.” If they were playing games with corrections, Penny couldn't help but to add to the statement her wife offered, turning it into more of a demand. Because it was a better choice, the psychometrist only made it more accurate.

Her hips pressed forward more as she felt Lucy take grip of her dress. It felt impossible to even out her breathing, and it only grew harder as she felt her body press against her. Penny let her hand dip under the band of Lucy's skinny jeans. Just as Lucy found her responses to be a driving factor, Penny got lost in the way she lost her breath in response to her actions.

It was easy – so easy – for Penny to get caught up this woman. Everything that she was. Everything that she offered. Penny would take it, and give anything her counterpart wanted in return. “Then take me.” the Brit freed her hand from under her wife's shirt, her fingers pressing under Lucy's chin, forcing her head up. Penny paused to catch the Australian's dark eyes for a moment before kissing her again.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was so sure she was in control of this situation, though really, she knew at the same time that she lacked almost all self-control. No matter how old she got, or how long they were together, Penny always managed to just... Get to her. Every sound and frustrated move was just proof that she managed to still get to her, too.

Her breathing was imperative. It was a significant driving factor. It was the diving factor. Until she said that singular word. Me.

Lucy breathed an involuntary sigh against her neck, one which quickly turned into an uncontrollable moan against her ear. She simply couldn't help herself when this woman spoke like that. It was unfair. She was unfair.

She was practically hers to control when she spoke again. There was always something about the demanding way Penny could speak that forced Lucy to falter. Again, she lost her breath. And any she inhaled was shaking through her lips. But she had to try that breath, because she was allowing Penny to move her away and capture her completely in another kiss.

Lucy let go of the fabric she'd held like a life line, her hands slowly finding the hem of her dress. Fingers trailed again where her hand had deftly pressed before - the still-fresh memory of her wife's clear cut frustration on the plane played into her mind as her fingertips grazed the skin such fabric usually kept hidden. It would have been so easy. Here. Now. Penny didn't seem to think to stop her. She nearly didn't either.

Nearly.

Abandoning her movements, Lucy gripped the material of her dress again, refusing to break the kiss they shared as she pulled her through the doorway. Her hand only left her long enough to push the door closed, but within the next moment she was forcing the psychometrist against it. This was hers. She was hers. And she wasn't willing to waste it because she couldn't take a few simple steps. But she couldn't afford any more either. She couldn't wait. Against the door would have to suffice.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny very rarely spoke in such away, especially playing off of her wife’s cursing, but again, she had very rarely dealt with such a antagonizing long time without being able to probably touch her love. Frustrating was an understatement.

Her reaction was intoxicating; it made her chest tighten. Hearing her make such a sound always drove the Brit. And Lucy knew it; the fact in itself only adding to The Brit sucked in a forced breath through a clenched jaw. She couldn’t take it. Couldn’t wait. She ran her hand up Lucy’s stomach, fingers quickly starting to unbutton the Australian’s shirt. She was completely caught up Lucy, every reaction and every forward move she made captured Penny’s attention.

As Lucy faltered, she took advantage of the situation, her tongue running along the ink manipulator’s bottom lip before sinking her teeth into it. Yet, it was Penny’s turn to falter as she felt familiar fingers trail over her skin. It forced her to suck in a sharp breath. She leaned into the touch, wanting her wife to continue. Needing her to continue.

So when the Australian pulled her hands away, Penny was thrown off guard. She barely had a few seconds to register the forced movement before her back hit the door, but by then she was starting to slide the shirt off Lucy’s shoulders. Her nails ran across the newly exposed skin as she pulled her counterpart closer, having no interest in moving away from the door she had been pushed against.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Note: FtB

Lucy still couldn't breathe. Not properly. Not after that. Because there was sex - there was always hot, intense, imperative sex - and then there was this. The kind where she couldn't even bother to get her out of her clothes. Because waiting was impossible, and peeling away layers of fabric was just a torturous thought. A waste of time.

Pressing her hands to the door at either side of her love, the ink manipulator leaned in, pressed against her enough to register the way her heartbeat still shifted so erratically.

She made a move to leave a kiss against her neck - the gentle connotations offering a stark comparison to the way in which she'd sunk her teeth in not all that long ago. And when she drew back, Lucy looked at her. Really looked. The distance was minimal, but it always felt like too much to handle. Like it wasn't worth the trouble it caused.

"I married you." She dropped the revelation at a whisper. Something about voicing the fact was so much more than validating.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny felt her body slowly relax, her chest rising and falling as she took in a few uneven breath. Her fingers loosened their grip on Lucy's shoulders, likely leaving marks over the ink manipulator's back. She always held on too tightly, and was never fully aware of it until after the fact. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting it rest against the door as she attempted to level out her breathing, even as it felt impossible to do so.

Eyes still closed, Penny smiled as she felt Lucy press into her. The Brit was sure Lucy could feel her pounding heartbeat. Her fingers trailed upward, running through her love's dark hair as she felt her lips press to her neck, the feeling able to make her heart rate shift. The gentle intent behind it bringing out just as much of a reaction as the impatient bite offered before.

When Lucy pulled back, the psychometrist opened her eyes again, catching Lucy's as she stared at her. She found herself caught up in it all. In her. Everything they had done. Everything they were going to do.

The statement caused Penny's smile to grow; she knew the fact, but hearing her say it made it all that much more imperative. “Who would have thought.” she said lightly, glancing down at her love's lips briefly. Still, she couldn't get enough of Lucy. The woman that agreed to spend the rest of her life with Penny. The woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She paused briefly, keeping her focus on Lucy's dark eyes; “I love you.” Her fingers curled around Lucy's hair as she leaned in, lightly kissing her counterpart. The action in itself was more than the English teacher's words could express.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy couldn't help but take advantage of the way she moved, pressing her lips against her love's throat as she'd leaned her head back; subtle appreciation for the noises she couldn't help but make only mere moments ago.

The erratic rhythm of her heart echoed through the ink manipulator's chest, mimicked by the motions of her own pulse. Because she didn't need to be the one touching her to warrant such a response - her involuntary reactions were more than enough fuel for the Australian's fire. Still, Lucy tried to settle within the comfort that derived from familiar fingers tracking gently through her hair. Every subtlety Penny offered was gloriously enrapturing. The smallest shift in her breathing was enough to captivate her completely.

The look she offered with her dark eyes provided comfort. Clarity. That they were sharing some sliver of disbelief. Then understanding. That everything they'd done was done.

They were married.

Lucy offered a breathy laugh at her statement, because it was perfect. Who'd have thought, here they were. The feeling of hatred she thought she'd always carried was beyond a distant memory. It was nothing more than an amusing shade to an overarching story.

Having her hands against the door was incredibly short lived; it was impossible to keep her hands away for long. It was impossible not to reach out to her. To touch her. To connect with her. Words of love carried into her ears and caused her breath to catch in the moment. She knew this woman loved her. She'd heard it so many times before, and each time forced her to recall the first moment. Like new.

So Lucy removed a hand from the door, resting it at her counterpart's hip for a time before grazing her hand around her waist, drawing her away from the door. Just a touch, but the act was designed to press her close. To minimise the distance that already didn't exist. To bring her in.

"I love you." She offered in return, feeling her breathing shallow out already. The fall of her shirt, still caught around her wrists made her want to either drag it up or drawl it away. But as it stood, she still couldn't keep her hands away. She couldn't let go long enough to fix anything. "I love you." She repeated, shifting the emphasis with defined purpose before she leaned past that minimal distance and kissed her with intent.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

She allowed herself to be pulled from the door; without its stability, Penny felt a light ache through her back, one that was surely going to get worse in the morning. But she didn’t care. She had acknowledged it because it was there, not because she had any issues with the soreness in itself. The words provided were more than enough to draw the pscyhometrist’s mind away from the thought, hearing those words from her mouth still made her breath catch. Every time just as it had the very first time it was said.

She leaned into Lucy, her dark eyes only tearing away from her love’s for to glance around the room briefly. Careful steps lead them towards the bed as Penny brought her gaze back to Lucy, her fingertips traveling down the length of Lucy’s arm before getting caught on the fabric of her shirt. Still, she made no effort to slide it off her counterpart as they reached the bed. Penny turned them, choosing to sit on the edge of the bed as she pulled Lucy on top of her, never breaking the imperative kiss as she did so.

She only pulled away when a lack of oxygen forced her too, and even so Penny only allowed a sliver of distance between them. She could feel Lucy’s breath against her lips as she wrapped her arms around the Australian’s waist. “We’re married.”

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Even as Penny’s gaze turned away, Lucy’s did not. Her eyes remained steady on her, drinking in every minute detail offered. Just as she always did. As she always would do.

She allowed herself to be led through the unfamiliar territory of the space they’d be sharing for the next few weeks, placing absolute trust in every move her love made. Each step, rhythmical. The only time Lucy managed to move a hand away from her was to run her fingertips along the line of neighbouring walls, tracing her way through the proverbial guidelines as they passed. Her other hand remained as a constant hold, resting in the small of her back to simply keep her close. Diminish the distance, even as they moved. Not once did she break the inevitable chain of kisses her beloved offered her – each and every additive building within the moment. She couldn’t help herself. Couldn’t stop. Least of all now.

As it was willed of her, so did she comply. She allowed herself to be drawn onto her, hands finally leaving the comfort of her back to run along the contours of her form, pressing to either side of her face gently.

When Penny drew away, Lucy felt her breath heavy against her features. Each time she exhaled, she felt it. The wavering nature. The instability they shared. She moved both hands away from her finally was when she made the move to draw her own darkened hair over one shoulder. When the words left her mouth and caught the Australian’s attention again, she was reaching across to idly to drawl the shirt she wore back over her opposing shoulder. But even still, she felt her heartbeat shift erratically. Again. Her breathing faltered within the moment, and she stopped the way her hand moved.

“I’m yours.” Lucy reiterated, leaning in a touch to ensure her lips brushed against her own through each syllable.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

The reiteration forced the air from Penny’s lungs as she felt each syllable against her lips. Her lips twitched upward at the thought. The fact. Lucy was hers. Completely. Just as Penny was completely Lucy’s in return.

When she caught sight of Lucy pulling her shirt upward, Penny’s lips pressed into a hard line. Immediately she reached up, easing her hand under the ink manipulator’s, taking the fabric out from under her fingers. Penny leaned forward, lips running along the Australian’s jaw line towards her neck where a mess of dark hard had kept hidden only moments before. She brushed Lucy’s shirt from her hand, letting it once again fall down the ink manipulator’s arm.

She made no effort to continue pulling off clothing. They had two weeks; all the time in the world. In theory, there was no need to rush, but Penny couldn’t wait. Her hand traveled downward along Lucy’s form, moving to run across her belt before unbuckling it with quick precision.

Her own breath was starting to waver, even as she sunk her teeth into her counterpart’s neck. She could feel Lucy’s erratic pulse beneath her lips, and her nails gripped into the Australian’s back in response. It was so easy to get drawn into everything she was.

Penny’s fingers ran along the band of Lucy’s skinny jeans, lingering on the button for a moment before finally undoing it. She hated those jeans. How impossible they made things for the psychometrist, but still, she pulled the material down. She detested those jeans, but they weren’t coming off, either.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy glanced back at her love when she reached for her hand, purposely drawing the fabric out of her hand. She couldn't help but grin at the look on her face; the way she pressed her lips into a hardened line by the absent decision to pull at her own clothes.

She pressed her free hand to the psychometrist's shoulder when she leaned forward, dropping her jaw a touch the moment she felt familiar lips track the line. Lucy immediately tilted her head to one side when she shifted slowly towards her neck, breathing a slow sigh and absently unfurling her fingers from the fabric of her own clothes. There, it was easy for Penny to breeze the material out of her hand completely.

The ink manipulator felt the trajectory in which her hand traveled, and arched her back in the same motion as she leaned into the touch. Lucy finally moved her other hand, trailing her fingertips along her counterpart's arm, across her shoulder. Along her neck and up into her hair, where her fingers curled around and were lost in her darkened locks.

Her pulse did shift - heart rate elevating at the way this woman bit down into her neck. Her fingernails gripped into the shoulder she held onto, and she offered something of an exasperated moan for her wavering breath. The Australian wanted contact. Skin to skin. She craved it more than anything she could think of, and it was frustrating to be denied by the fabric of her dress; that which she'd been pulling at so desperately only moments ago.

But she - her love, her wife - couldn't wait. And honestly, neither could she.

Lucy didn't bother trying to catch a decent breath as Penny's hands moved again. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip; a faltering attempt to suppress another involuntary attempt at an elated sound. The ink manpulator leaned in to rest the side of her head against Penny's.
Lips so close enough to her ear that she could hear the shake as Lucy inhaled, and could feel it as she breathed the only word she had left; "Penel-"

Somewhere amidst the second and third syllable, her breath caught in her throat, and she could articulate no further.