Wide Awake

[Lucy Serrano]

If there would be anyone to understand the comfort in a simpler life, it should have been Lucy. There wasn't much importance in anything in this place; everything looked like it was put there by someone else. Like staged to look like a normal home just bought.

"Poor you, living in such a home." Lucy said idly, humour lacing her tone. She knew she was on the cusp of starting another fight with a quip like that, especially after the words they had already exchanged. So she kept going, straightening her back and squaring her shoulders as she stared forward.

"I should keep ripping your dresses, then," She replied easily, "Give you something to spend your money on."

She laughed to herself, then. There were a handful of times when frustration grew too quickly for the thief who was supposed to be so good with her hands. Where seams could pop far too easily to ignore the way it worked.

[Penelope Blaise]

Lucy was exactly right - a comment like that had the senator's eyebrows raising, ready to fight those words. She never had called her situation unfortunate, and she hadn't been complaining. It just seemed absurd to live in a home the size she did. The only guest she had over was the person she kept close to now. Even then, she apparently couldn't stand to spend the entirety of a day there without getting herself into trouble. Or, at the very least, getting bored.

But a statement like that had Penny exhaling a short, almost exasperated breath, though hints of humor weren't lost on it. She drew herself closer to the thief, pressing her lips to her shoulder before teeth dared to graze her skin.

"And how are you supposed to take my money if I have to buy new clothes every day?" She asked against her skin. Though they both knew that even if the senator had to replace her wardrobe on a daily basis, there was still plenty of cash to spare.

[Lucy Serrano]

The concept of taking the senator's money for the time spent here had Lucy laughing. Truth be told, it was the only way she could manage to visit on a frequent basis. As much as she wanted to maintain a better demeanour - one unaffected by the lips that tracked her skin - she couldn't help the way she breathed for the threat of teeth. Intoxication at its finest. "I could always be traditional and steal it from you." She reasoned with a sigh as she tried. It was, after all, how she found herself in this place at all. The reason they met, even if softer qualities had her returning stolen property the next night.

"Think about it; you have to go out to get what you need." The thought of catching the senator in a public domain was something to easily laugh at. Goldcrest was a large enough city that she knew she was easily avoided unless Lucy chose to search her out. "Just because it's the Palladium Square doesn't mean it's free from pickpockets."

The body against her own was increasingly distracting, and it had her talking. It had a distracted tone arching through every word she tried to give; "And I've always been good with my hands."

[Penelope Blaise]

Though Penny had no true idea of the power she held over the thief, she could feel the way her breathing shifted when teeth threatened to sink into her skin. But she remained gentle, or as gentle as someone like Penelope Blaise could ever be. Her arms tightened around the thief instinctively, her nose crinkling at the thought of having to go out at all. Were it up to herself, she'd stay inside more often than not. She did stay in more often than not, but on the times she was forced out, her distaste was clear.

But a hum passed her lips at that final statement, and she was thankful that Lucy couldn't see the color that rose to her cheeks. "That you have." She said, though her voice broke into a slight mumble.

And to speak for her own, her palms pressed against the thief's thighs, nails tracking through the water against her skin upward slowly. "Do you think you'd be sly enough to get away with that?"

[Lucy Serrano]

A simple set of words that brushed her skin in tandem with those hands reminded Lucy of the company she kept. The attitude held. Though she was adept at putting Lucy in her place in more ways than one, that was a compliment that dusted her shoulder so lightly. She let it go the second she was questioned, and she had to be determined to remain steely through the potential answer she could give.

"Absolutely." Lucy replied, but she knew that she already knew where the thief placed her own egotistical beliefs. She believed in herself far more than most others did, and she wasn't often wrong; at least, not when it came to the work she could and would try to do.

And then she laughed. While the sound was to herself, it was still blatantly there for her counterpart to pick up on. Maybe that was the point; "Or what - maybe you think I'd get too distracted?"

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny almost laughed at the answer she was given. It was expected. Her thieving counterpart was as egotistical as they came. It was going to get her into trouble some day, Penny was sure. Really, had anyone else caught her in their home, it would have gotten her into trouble. And for it, the senator did nip at her skin, though lightly.

"You're easily distracted." Penny pointed out smartly. She recalled the first time she found herself in an encounter with the thief that lead to this strange relationship they found themselves in - if it could be called a relationship at all.

She lifted her head a fraction, lips brushing against her ear lightly. "You stand out." She whispered.

[Lucy Serrano]

No matter how minor the potential break to her skin was, it still forced a harsh breath from the thief who should have expected it, but didn't. A complete lack of control might not have suited her in any other aspect, but here - when she didn't have a choice - she paid no mind to the missing personal power. It so often was that the senator got what she wanted, and there had never been a reason to fight it. It was too good.

And so she had to laugh at the belief that she could be easily distracted. If nothing else, this current encounter proved that entirely. She was weaker. She was a little more useless than she was usually prone to being.

It was almost loving, how this girl offered a warped sense of doting. But it couldn't be anything like that. They weren't those people. This wasn't that kind of thing.

"So you're pretty much saying you wouldn't be about to help yourself." Lucy denoted, a broad grin catching her lips at the end of her own sentence. She could only imagine such a response from someone who held herself in such a pristine public condition.

[Penelope Blaise]

Hands through the water were treading on dangerous as they followed up the length of Lucy's thighs. It wasn't knew for the senator to find herself so caught up in the thief. Physicality took over when nobody watched except for her dark eyes. Or even in the instances like these, where she didn't even have those.

Her lips lingered against her ear, each breath dusting the heated surface of her skin with ash. If Penny was anything, she could certainly be a tease, despite her own impatience. Because she could practically feel her grin grow out of control, and were anyone to put her back into her place, it was the senator.

"You would love to see that, wouldn't you?" She asked, however. Briefly caught up in the idea of running into this woman in public. No doubt she would have to keep up appearances, but it was hardly because she wished to. "To see me faun over you like a damsel."

[Lucy Serrano]

The idea that this girl would ever faun over her was laughable. Lucy actually laughed at the thought. Even in moments like these, such a thing never fell into fruition. The idea of it - or perhaps her version of what that word meant - was too stretched to see truthfully.

"Who knows what'd happen if you let me get that close." Close enough to cut the strings of the money she didn't even need. To have it fall into her hands with great effort when she could just as easily ask for it here. Or take it here.

And while it was fun to press the notion of a public interaction, she knew she herself wasn't without fault. The hands making slow work up the length of her thighs was proof of that; "I'm not exactly the most stable person around you, and I've never been good at following rules when I want something."