Wide Awake

[Lucy Serrano]

The senator had never been known for a gentler nature. It was a side to her Lucy was convinced she didn't share with anyone else. She barely shared it with the thief she invited into her bed almost every night. It was there for a split second before a better, hungrier pressure seemed to overtake her counterpart's mind, but it still existed in the way she pressed a hand to Lucy's back. Caring, even if it wasn't intended to be taken that way.

She reeled her head back a fraction for the sheer fact that she needed to breathe. A shirt exhale for an equally short inhale, because the air between them was so thin now.

"Just once," She started on an exhale, pausing unevenly, "You could make it easy."

It might have even worked to throw her off. "So you could have more time."

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny so desperately wanted to follow those lips, even if it put a strain in both of their lungs. There was no denying the way she chased her, even in the moments where she constantly put herself in a position of power.

With that little bit of distance put in place, Penny opened her eyes, eyebrows shooting upward. The thief was right to assume a statement like that would throw her off, but she did everything she could to shake her surprise, even as it remained reflected in her eyes. "Or, you could do better next time." Penny replied smartly.

Why would she possibly make it easier?

She tilted her chin up the palm that had secured her starting to rise, slowly dragging the fabric with her movements. "I was almost impressed tonight."

[Lucy Serrano]

That hand at her back started to pool a section of fabric. It was a slow draw, but intent was clear in the way her own clothes were moved. They were to be disregarded. Eventually, that meant moving. Perhaps it even meant aiding her in her desire.

For now, Lucy could at least act stubborn.

"I do so live to serve," She replied, offering her own brand of smartness, "However you like it."

There was a kick to forcing the thief to work. There was some amusement in the difficulty; in mapping out her usual paths and blocking them. It meant things never got stale. And it meant she had to be watching in the first place.

[Penelope Blaise]

It seemed like a game, and the senator had to remind herself it was exactly that with the way her heart pounded so heavily. And while she still worked to slowly draw that fabric up, she didn't wish for her to move just yet. It was enthralling to share the same space as the thief. To hear her say things like that.

She certainly knew how to play to Penny's ego.

"Mm." Penny hummed, leaning forward to catch her lips again as she dragged her hand out from the band at Lucy's waist, both now working to pull that shirt up. "Then you should know it will never be easy to get in here."

[Lucy Serrano]

It was like being scolded, but the burn behind those words was only lukewarm. Like Lucy was being offended, but it wasn't designed to be offensive. It was like stating facts, slightly heightened against reality and built on drawn conclusions. Lucy could tell a shot at her skills when they were given like that.

"You'd think," She drawled, crinkling her nose at the mere thought; "But I dunno if my little brain can comprehend it."

And she wasn't done either, as she eased her hands away and let her remove the shirt she wore. Lucy was acutely aware that this woman had a pretty narrow strain of humour, and her favourite topic was of course herself. The thief who invaded her life and took her time on this particular night. "I mean, I have to apply that knowledge every time I'm trying to get here?" Lucy asked, almost whining again, "Who do you think I am?"

Certainly not the lower life she was so determined to keep a secret. And with good reason, too.

[Penelope Blaise]

At least the thief was complying to Penny's own wants. Her shirt was removed with relative ease, tossed aside in the otherwise well organized room. And without the fabric in the way now, palms pressed to her back. Skin to skin. Her blood pumped a little harder through her veins as she exhaled a small, dry laugh. Penelope Blaise was not known for her humor, but there were always exceptions. This one being at the thief's expense.

"It is important to exercise that little brain of yours." Penny went onto explain, playing into the humor given to her. It was far too easy to fall into. "That way you can learn." Though what was she learning here? The best ways to break into a person's home? Not exactly scholarly material.

As she spoke, her hands were still clever enough to keep moving. Nails drawing slowly down Lucy's form to her waist. While she had been impatient only moments before, she couldn't be bothered with working around clothes again.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy laughed at the way Penny spoke. It was more than she was usually inclined to say when things seemed far more pressing. She took the time to lean inwards, brushing her lips lightly against her cheek for the simple fact that she could. That she would be reminded of the breathless state she was left in when the senator gave her any attention.

"Here I thought you were too busy exercising everything else." Lucy replied, shrugging her shoulders lightly.

And she reeled herself back a fraction more, pulling back a literal step to suddenly be away. Still within reach, if she tried, but her own hands hit the band at her waist.

"That's what this is, yeah?" Lucy raised her eyebrows as she hauled the irksome fabric barrier down; "You teaching me."

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny fought the natural frown that wanted to take over her features when the thief pulled away. Her palms ached as she allowed the connection to be lost, but Lucy lost her gaze as dark eyes naturally fell downward towards the way her hands moved. She sucked in a long breath, feeling as if it would be the only chance she'd get. Even then, the air felt thin.

Clever wording had the senator threatening embarrassment, were she to allow herself to wear it. Instead she reached out the moment the thief was free of her clothes, immediately working to draw her back in despite her own state of dress.

Her eyes flicked up again, and though Penny wasn't one to stumble, parted lips waited a moment before giving herself the chance to speak. Briefly, she thought to offer something a little more weighted. Yet thoughts were quickly pushed back to the corners of her mind as she pressed her lips to Lucy's stomach. "Of course it is."

[Lucy Serrano]

Free finally, Lucy felt hands beckon her in. She obliged instantly, breaching the distance she had just made.

Hands filtered through her hair, drawing it back to dismantle the lighter way idle strands brushed her bare skin. That and she did so love the way it felt to make a connection. Any connection. Her hands were nothing but encouraging.

Lucy caught the eyes that stared at her. It looked defined. Weighted. But she swore she wouldn't look into it. She wouldn't see anything. She couldn't.

But she adored her, and she looked at her with every ounce of it.

"So," Slow. Defined and clever in her own right; "Teach me."

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny knew the weight of her own gaze, and she only allowed it to last for mere moments before she was focusing on the way familiar hands were tracking through her hair, encouraging her. Were it not enough, the slow, smart way in which the thief spoke was. She was practically asking again, and who was Penny to deny her after putting her through the strains of extra security?

She kissed her stomach again, though this time a little lower, the tip of her nose slow to draw across her skin. She could have said something clever within that moment, and really she should have. It wasn't like Penny to not have the last word, but she gave into it for the sake of giving into her.

She slipped from the edge of the bed, purposefully pressing her knees against the cool floor.

[Lucy Serrano]

There was a perfectly good, usable bed literally inches from where she chose to land, and instead they were like this. How easily she could have pressed forward and forced her back, or she could have been dragged back and wouldn't have given an sliver of resistance to the fact.

The simplicity, however, escaped her entirely. She didn't have time to think about how things should have been, just how they were.

But there was nothing to hold onto here. Not easily, anyway. Even leaning forward barely gave her the grace to dig her hands in. She bypassed the second nature way she could have held onto fistfuls of her hair; she was already marked enough for someone who had to hide the fact. She found the still-covered nature of her shoulders instead, locking as much fabric as she could between her hands. And when they finally stopped shaking, the first thing she was trying to do was pull her to her feet.

"Close the door." The door she stupidly left open in the first place. The door she had ignored because there were far better things to give her attention to.

[Penelope Blaise]

She fell to her knees, something most would never think Penelope Blaise would find herself doing, no matter what the situation. Though few - really, only one - knew her like this. And she was the one holding the material of her shirt so desperately. She offered no way for the thief to muffle the sound of her voice here like this, and again she had little thought on the door hanging wide open, or the guard several floors under it.

When the thief managed to partially catch her breath, she gripped the senator with a new kind of pressure. While she wasn't one to easily comply, Penny still moved to stand, hands dragging up the length of Lucy's legs until they settled at her waist.

Her eyebrows shot up at what sounded like an order. A demand over something she had idiotically forgotten to do. "You shouldn't have forgotten." Penny replied smartly, taking the necessary steps towards it, but only with pressure against her form to lead her in that direction.

[Lucy Serrano]

A body pushed against her own, forcing Lucy to take small steps backwards in the room the senator owned in more ways than one. She complied without fail, hands circling around her neck to keep herself close. To prove she was giving into steps taken.

"I was preoccupied." She replied, though that was never an excuse in the typical linen of work she held. Then again, this was no typical break in. It never had been, and it never would be.

"You were right there," Lucy continued on. She had known. She had seen her before she defaulted to the bed they hadn't even used, "If you wanted me, you coulda opened the door and taken me."

[Penelope Blaise]

The steps put in place were easily taken without the resistance of another form. She was moved so easily, and so when they reached the frame, a single hand left the thief in order to haul it shut - or at least halfway. The second the door had passed the right angle, Penny was finding her footing again.

Within moments, her back was pressing against the hard surface, pushing it shut with the way they walked. When the latch was heard, Penny made no attempt for the lock. Her hands were already preoccupied again with the way they traversed Lucy's form, her own pressed flush against it.

"Are you suggesting I don't?" She asked, tone threatening, as if she were practically daring the thief to question her motives.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy barely had the time to catch her breath before she was forced back against the door. It closed with a heavy sound, and already a body was pressing her harder against it. She grinned instinctively, because it was funny for a Goldcrest senator to act the way she was prone to act in Lucy's presence.

And that sounded like a threat. Like Lucy better not continue if she wanted to save face.

"You do." She replied matter-of-factly. Of course she did. She wouldn't let a this continously wander into her bedroom if she didn't. She wouldn't play games and entice her own actions further if she wasn't chasing something.

"But maybe not as much as you are wanted."