Pusher Love Girl

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Although close, this time Penny had caught onto the color that filled the ink manipulator's cheeks. Penny knew such statements were dangerous, because the person receiving them never quite took them as they should be. She never saw just how beautiful she really was. How perfect, even. As much as she wished to drill it into the ink manipulator's mind, she could only do so much on her own, but that never stopped the Brit from trying.

Her thumb lingered at the corner of Lucy's mouth, feeling the particular curve it took as well as seeing it for herself. For someone who grinned so often, Lucy's smile was a treasure within itself.

And as Lucy spoke, Penny found the means to suck in a breath again, although only barely. The task of breathing alone was still so much of a chore that it barely seemed possible. She tried not to look so surprised, but while her eyes remained connected with the ink manipulator's, she knew she still did on some level.

"You are." Penny nodded lightly. It was a world she hadn't thought would cross so soon. It wasn't all too long ago the psychometrist couldn't imagine bringing anyone home. And how here she was, in her home in New York, with her fiancée. Yet it felt incredibly natural, despite how nobody believed it would have happened before.

Penny leaned forward, the tip of her nose bumping against her counterpart's lightly. Enough for that extra ounce of contact, because soon there would be little left of it. Her lips pressed tightly together, forming a hardened line as she paused. "We should-" She started, but failed to finish the inevitable. It was clear where she wished to stay.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was honestly grateful she hadn't started any kind of argument. Though it was difficult, she could try to the best of her ability to accept the sentiment Penny was offering her. Of course it was never easy, and she never quite could, but she'd come a long way from blatant denial. So she gave what she could, and somewhere within that was a short subject change.

And Penny agreed to it, perhaps because she wanted to make it clear just how well she knew that fact.

What she said next - or tried to say, anyway - was more surprising than it should have been. Being so completely wrapped in another person left the outside world in practical ashes; letting her mind rebuild what existed behind that door was daunting. There was a set of people who wanted to speak to her. They wanted to properly meet her. And in response, she'd disappeared up the stairs to hide herself away. TO make contact and steal more than a spare moment.

Her jaw dropped, because she could surely argue her way to a few more minutes. But instead she pressed her lips against hers instinctively, a hand at her back guiding her closer inward.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Eventually, they would have to leave. It was an obvious fact, but one that needed to be said all the same, even if Penny couldn't finish her sentence before her voice dropped off. No doubt, they had already been away for longer than what was to be expected. As much as she wished to keep the Australian there with her for the rest of the day - and even the days after that - she knew it was impossible.

The reminder, however, didn't make any of this easier. Bringing up the subject dragged the corner of her mouth down. Her family had reason to wish to meet Lucy, but she herself had reason to keep her close, too. At least for now.

She almost thought to move, but the Brit was thankful to find herself stopped with due pressure against her lips. A palm to her back put an arch in it, easing the psychometrist closer without difficulty. It was never hard when she was the one who beckoned her near. She was quick to fall into the way Lucy kissed her, eyes closing as she again shifted her hand, this time working to take the fingers that wrapped around her wrist and interlock them with her own.

It wasn't hard to argue Lucy's point, even as she hadn't said it. A few minutes - if not more - couldn't do too much harm. With forward pressure, she kept herself as close as she could, slowly working to try and ease Lucy back down against the mattress.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy honestly knew that no response was the best response. There was nothing she could say to let the situation linger as it was, nor was there the right series of words to dismantle the inevitable need to leave. It was the very reason why she'd pushed a type of denial in the first place; the last thing she wanted was to be stuck here. Caught up and subsequently caught out, it seemed, so of course she didn't speak. There wasn't any point in it. She could do better than that.

And she felt it in the way Penny moved; how right her decision had been. How clever. But what wasn't clever was the way that obvious pressure felt. Allowing her back to touch that mattress now would lead to certain failure on her own part.

So in the end, she didn't trust herself. Lucy squeezed the hand she held instinctively, palm flat against her counterpart's back to move her with herself instead. A simple enough twist of her own body to one side and she could literally turn the situation itself; to lay her down instead before she'd move to kiss her again.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Admittedly, it wasn't hard to sway the psychometrist to stay. So often the responsible party between them, this instance was entirely different. It was no longer a matter of missing a class, and thus she moved willingly as she was drawn in. Pressure to Lucy's shoulder successfully worked to ease the Australian down, but with a twist of her form, Penny suddenly felt her own back hit the mattress rather than her counterpart's.

Surprise came with a sharp gasp, grip instinctively tightening through the shift maintain some sense of stability when the stakes were so high. From her shoulder, the Brit's palm was quick to shift to the back of Lucy's neck, sure to keep the ink manipulator close. ​It wasn't fair for the tables to be so suddenly turned, but with her back against the bed and an ink manipulator on top of her, there wasn't much Penny could do to fight it. And there was certainly a level where the Brit had no desire to argue, either. She was far too enthralling ​to fight with.

However, Penny Blaise wouldn't be herself if she didn't argue with Lucy Serrano. Lips parted with every intention of pointing out just how unfair her counterpart was being, but as color rose to her cheeks she realized there was no proper way to word herself in this situation. Before she could manage anything at all, lips pressed against her own again.

She gave in far too easily, but in reality how could she deny the Australian? She squeezed the hand that held her own as she kissed Lucy back, tongue crossing the line of her lower lip.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Leeway wasn't something Lucy had expected. She was almost positive she'd meet some kind of physical resistance, and so surprise was inevitable when things transitioned so easily for her. But the obvious difficulty still remained; all she could do was focus on the form beneath her own, from the way she moved to the detailed way she chose to kiss the ink manipulator. Intention lined her lips with every connection, and the resulting tension was quickly becoming paramount.

Because Penny kept her close, and by proxy she showed no desire to move away. Stealing even a few more minutes could only be worth whatever might have been said because of it, especially when she seemed to almost long for every reminder Lucy could give her.

So still, she kept the back of Penny's hand pressed against the mattress, and really it seemed to suit their needs. If she held on, the temptation to give in completely would at least be somewhat stifled. Or impossible. Though the more she kissed her counterpart, the more she realised how impossible the idea of stalling really was. As it stood now, she was barely trying.

"I can't." Lucy breathed against her lips within the smallest of breaks, but there was a smile to her own mouth, and the words didn't stop her from kissing her again.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny's hand was far too preoccupied with the contact of skin rather than the connection it made to the sheets. Surely, there was some memory within the fabric she was pressed against, but that hardly mattered when her mind was already spinning from the person on top of her. There was no doubting the intention that lined her lips as she kissed Lucy, just as she could feel it herself. Her back arched, pressing herself closer against Lucy despite the proximity they already shared.

However, two single words threw the Brit off entirely. As Lucy spoke, Penny faltered on her breath. It caught in her throat as she immediately felt the urge to voice how stupid that sounded, given very recent history. Or any of the history between them when it came down to this matter.

After all, it was hard to stop.

She could feel Lucy's smile against her own lips as she exhaled, and again she was quick to kiss the psychometrist before she could argue it. Too much for Penny to deny, she kissed Lucy back, but within the next short break of air she still took the chance to speak. "Shut up, Lucy." She breathed, feeling the way she herself smiled in turn as she pressed her lips to Lucy's again.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Everything about the way Penny moved was intoxicating, the kind of intoxication that came from involuntary, yet obvious requests. The need to he closer and remain in that proximity was the most fueling factor of the entire situation. After all, she'd spent a short amount of time away, but that time was more than enough. Lucy was positive that manageable distance was something they'd never let interfere ever again. Not if it could be helped.

Yet somehow, the ink manipulator was actually suggesting some form of a break. Her willingness to admit she couldn't in a moment where she very easily could was an obvious danger, and as Penny finally found a chance to speak, she managed to call that bluff perfectly.

The urge to argue was immediately pressing. Even in instances where Lucy had the proverbial power, Penny was so quick and so skilled at reminding her who had the genuine upper hand. Eyebrows furrowed despite the way her lips took a more amused curve against hers.

"I can't." She repeated, this time replying the muffled words against her lips over declaring anything new. After all, if anyone knew how difficult it was for Lucy to remain quiet, it was the girl beneath her. With a single hand free, she pressed her elbow into the mattress nearby, intent on easing herself up just a little.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

This shouldn't have been so much of an issue. Stuck in a linear mindset for the moment, there was only one real direction the pair could take. Regardless of the points Lucy made, her form spoke much louder than her voice. The way a smile pressed against her own lips. How she couldn't even manage a break in an attempt to argue back.

Had Penny the space, she might have laughed. Still, the Brit let out an exhale with hints of amusement against Lucy's lips as they were still pressed to her own, never breaking the connection even as she tried for a breath. Lucy's point was true on a level that Penny hadn't quite caught, missing the second meaning behind the statement, she kissed the ink manipulator again in an attempt to keep her from continuing.

She could feel the shift Lucy was starting, and instinctively Penny applied more pressure to fight it. Her palm was quick to shift to the small of her counterpart's back, and although she wasn't forceful, her message was more than clear. Don't go. Drawing her knee up, the Brit hooked her leg around the back of her calf, making any idea of moving more difficult.

"Lucy."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Amused tones from her counterpart were completely rare. Lucy knew the particular breath she'd exhaled had a point attached to it, and that point wasn't hard go figure out. The idea that she could stop was laughable, if not based on who she was alone, than certainly from the way her own body betrayed her. It was the very reason Lucy had thought to move away in the first place, impossible as the idea was proving to be.

Now, her legs were perfectly tangled with hers, intertwined with the same intention that fueled a different kind of desperation. Add to the fact that her own name sounded so wonderful passing her lips, and the impossibilities only stacked against the ink manipulator's already dwindling resolve. In times like these, she wondered why she bothered.

Denying Penny didn't sit well with Lucy, and that feeling only magnified given the situation they were in. So she stalled in her attempt to move away, giving up on the concept. But at least she'd given them enough of a break to breathe.

"Penny." Lucy tried, keeping her tone as level as she could. But it was clearly weak enough from the lack of air, and the desire to lean in again couldn't make circular breathing easy. Before the conversation could truly progress beyond such stressed names, Lucy was working to free her hand from the one that held it so intently. Arguing with her love was deemed pointless already; they hardly had the time to waste.

Besides, properly meeting her family? The endless stream of questions that coincided with it? And then returning to this room alone? These were things that could definitely wait.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Note: FtB

Tangling herself in Lucy was the best defense Penny had. Not only had it been enough to physically stop the Australian, but it proved a point further still; how intoxicating it was to be so close. A reminder, if either of them actually needed it. The air was already heavy between them, enough to make her head spin.

As Lucy offered the name only she was granted to call the psychometrist, she felt the harsh pound of her pulse. Fast enough for two, or perhaps hers was so heavy that Penny could feel it beating opposite of her own. Weak as Lucy's tone had been, it spoke where words could not. A point made. Battle won. As if it was ever questioned in the first place.

With a tilt of her chin, her lips brushed against the Australian's lightly without definite pressure as she still tried to breathe while she had the chance. The outside world was put on pause for them. They had waited three days, surely her family could wait for minutes.

Her lips found the curve of Lucy's neck as she tilted her chin, caught between struggling with any thought at all and trying to taste her again. Teeth hadn't sunken in, but that never prevented her hold from loosening up once her hand was freed again. Although nothing loud passed her lips, Penny was sure her breathing could be heard through the door. Every inhale ached as she tried to fill her lungs, just as every exhale burned ashes against her skin.

"You --" She said, voice dropping with the strain of saying anything at all. And although she cut herself off, she was sure it was enough for the Australian.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The beat of a pulse was fleeting. The rhythm of two could never rightly coincide, but with pressure mounting as it had, Lucy was positive the tones could interlock. One fed into the other so seamlessly, just as taking a breath was practically a cry for the air she had only just exhaled. Short and sharp, like only she could be in every moment that didn't involve the ink manipulator. And quite a few that.

So affection didn't seem to suit her, but her brand most certainly did. Lighter brushes of her lips to Lucy's skin like she couldn't get enough, or like she didn't want to forget again. Even as she thought to prop herself up, she couldn't stray far. The feeling proved to be far too intoxicating. She wanted to stay.

The single word Penny offered was a perfect addition to the moment itself. The seemingly small anecdote was incredibly weighted between them; it was a word often used as a substitute. The beginning of a declaration or a declaration within itself. As she thought; perfect. Both it and she who gave it.

"What about me?" Lucy asked anyway, daring with the tilt of her chin; the age old Serrano method of insinuating a challenge.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Fingertips worked their way up Lucy's spine over her shirt. Had she the time, Penny would have made the effort to remove it entirely. The material was just another tiny barrier put between them; one that she wished gone, but knew that would be a step too far. Frustrating as it was, the Brit settled by pressing her palm to the back of Lucy's neck, fingers curling into the dark locks lightly.

Although her eyes were closed, she could practically feel the challenge offered to her. At least, she slight shift Lucy made was indication enough, coupled with a question.

With a tilt of her own chin, the tip of her nose brushed against the length of Lucy's before she stole a quick kiss from the ink manipulator. Short, but never lacking in intention, certainly. "Just -- you." She replied instinctively, eyebrows furrowing at her own answer. "Everything about you."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Patience was a difficult thing to find. Lucy had never been known for her it, really. She'd never been one to understand the concept of waiting for what appeared to be no reason. Patience was, then, a waste of time. Especially in a moment where she hardly had any time to waste.

But she was convinced a few more minutes couldn't hurt; a few more moments stuck in the high-pressure situation they'd found themselves in. All she wanted then was to be able to catch her eyes, but they were lost and there was honestly nothing wrong with that. Given the way her hands moved, she could only assume another sense was taking point while it had the chance to.

"Glad I made it." Lucy offered instinctively, the corner of her mouth threatening another broad smile. Given the trajectory of their last digital conversation, she couldn't imagine finding herself anywhere else for the rest of the day.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Unaware there were a certain set of eyes on her, Penny was focused on another sense. Touch was so rarely something enjoyed for a psychometrist, but she managed to change that within months of time together. To be able to feel her was more enthralling than any memory could offer. Once they separated to head back downstairs, she didn't know just how long it would be to touch the Australian again so closely.

Penny smiled through her breath at a statement she already knew well. Although she was aware of how Lucy felt about being able to make the trip down, hearing it still brought a reaction to her features. A reminder that she was glad, too.

Finally, the Brit opened her eyes, immediately catching sight of those dark ones. Already smiling, she could feel the subtle twitch at the corner of her mouth, willing it to grow. "Me too." She nodded in agreement simply. Sometimes simple was just enough.

"I apologize for my family." Penny started again, despite how Lucy barely the chance to meet them yet. More, it was for what was to certainly come.