AU: Make It Right

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

The shift that took place under her fingertips hadn't gone unnoticed. Though she didn't falter, it offered a definite distraction. It was hard to stop. She took a slow breath inward, and when that accent caught her attention, dark eyes flicked upwards to meet those equally so. There was still so much to learn, and with an open ended question, Penny had information ready - quite literally - at her fingertips.

She'd seen the peaks of those wings before and as her hand dragged back down to them, she applied gentle pressure against the outline with her index finger.

"These." Penny replied simply, though it wasn't something so transparent. "Why sparrows?" They represented so much, a list Penny knew without question, but her own answers didn't provide the clarity she was looking for. They weren't her answers.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy should have expected the conversation to turn how it did. What she didn't expect was how short her breath sounded when fingertips were tracing still wings. She had to briefly wonder if she knew how breathtaking she was being in her curiosity.

"Don't you think they're cute?" She asked, sounding like she genuinely wanted an answer in return. But she laughed directly after a pause, well aware of the humour that coincided with the associated term and herself. Lucy Serrano was anything but cute, and the same could be said for everything about her.

"It's because I hate where I'm from." Lucy offered finally, but she didn't sound mad. She sounded fine. At peace enough. "You have no idea how much I wanted to get outta there. I just never knew where I wanted to be instead."

"And there you were." Clarity. "Like you knew, and you had all the answers for me."

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny pressed her lips together instinctively when Lucy's question hit the air, but the corner of her mouth crept upward as she almost laughed. She adored this woman, but she could never think to describe her using that particular term. There were a thousands of words in hundreds of languages that would hit a closer mark, but she couldn't think of one that was worthy of her.

The slow trail across Lucy's lower torso had come to a complete stall, as did the air in her lungs. Penny knew she had an impact on people. She knew she had created a crater sized impact on her life. Yet to have such perfect timing like this was truly unexpected.

"I never knew where I wanted to be." Penny admitted slowly, as she leaned back down against the Australian. She wanted to look, but there was something greater in being close. "You're just as lost as I am." Those words didn't ring negatively, but instead with something close to awe. A feeling rarely experienced by the traveller.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Though there was something so satisfying about being looked at, Lucy was still a little thankful when she felt a body pressed to her own instead. That space she had made was utilised now, and she moved a hand away from the back of her head to press it against the side of her face lightly.

It was hard to believe someone who had everything available would feel totally lost. That said, there was so much to get lost in. Her own issues practically dwindled under the weight of hundreds of years alone. "We can go anywhere. Be anywhere." She replied finally, but she knew that information was a given already. Still, it was important to say it, even if there was no way to completely wrap her head around it.

And we. She called them we. Because they were, weren't they?

"Even Vermont."

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

It was why she traveled. Why she forever kept moving. The universe was a fascinating place, and there was so much to see, even for someone like herself, who had practically seen it all by then. None of it felt like home. She ran away, young and adventurous, but never really stopped. And yet now she was as still as she'd ever been, and as happy, too.

A small hum passed Penny's lips in a word of agreement. They could go anywhere. Be anywhere. The way in which Lucy wrapped them both in a singular word hadn't fazed the traveller. It felt fitting. Right, even, to be considered part of a singular unit with this woman.

But her breath was lost when Lucy recalled the place that - according to a boy that shared her dark eyes, and another that shared her grin - they would inevitably settle. It was a concept not thought possible, yet it managed to exist all the same.

"We can." Penny started, feeling the way her heart rate elevated. "Go there."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

A mutual agreement between them had to be weighted. There was no way Lucy could look at the situation they found themselves in and feel anything but the elevated rhythm of her own heart. She was practically breathless, but she was doing her best to look as cool as she could never feel. Her thumb briefly brushed against her cheek.

"We might like it." Lucy replied. According to the future already spelled out for them, they would like it. Evidently they would love it. It could be the catalyst from starting a life together.

"Or," She paused, shifting her thumb to run it along the length of her lower lip. A practical daze as her eyes watched her own movements instead; "It might be too soon?" A genuine question now. Like she really needed to decipher if the beginning was something she could even handle.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

They might like it. Really, they might love it. A place that was worthy of not only her own time, but hers as well. A woman who now had a taste of an unimaginable universe, and yet they settled on this planet. In a place where, as far as Penny knew, was barely a mark on the map at all.

Penny pressed her lips to the thumb that crossed the line of them, but she tried her best not to take the weight of Lucy's question away with such contact. Just as she tried not to allow the way her own fingertips traversed over her skin cause for distraction.

She took a breath. A chance to give herself time to doubt. To reconsider. Such time was wasted; the traveller knew well enough what she was going to say. "I want to see it." She admitted, eyebrows raising slowly as she searched for any sign of reciprocation towards the feeling.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Smaller points of contact were enough for Lucy to revel in. She could get completely distracted by the enthralling nature of the person she shared this bed with. She might have been tired on some level, but it wasn't enough to drag her away. Especially when they were talking how they were now.

There was an expected look from her not long after she had spoken. For someone who withheld her expression so easily, she suddenly looked incredibly vulnerable, and what would normally be an impossible puzzle to decipher suddenly only took seconds to understand. She so often made the choices for them, but this was one she wasn't quite ready to hold onto herself. And so she looked at Lucy like that.

"I want to." Lucy reasoned, nodding her head a few times to the fact. Like she really needed to sell her such an agreement.