Wide Awake

[Penelope Blaise]

The thief moved so willingly with her, that Penny was sure it was the right move to make. Surely, they weren't the people to settle, despite how truly tempting it was to just lay there next to Lucy. So the senator pressed herself on top of her, mouth finding the curve of her neck to press a light kiss to it.

She didn't have to look to know she was grinning. It practically could be heard in her tone. Regardless, Penny still pushed herself up enough to try and catch those eyes.

"Because you do not know how much you are wanted." Penny explained simply. Factually, before she shifted her weight onto one arm, the other tracking across her form almost delicately. "I do not challenge you because I do not wish to have you here." It was on the contrary, really. To keep her interested, in part.

[Lucy Serrano]

A sliver of contact against her neck quickly dissipated into nothing. It was easy to catch her eyes a moment later, and Lucy stared back at them, parted lips offering short breaths to the way her body was so lightly traversed.

Reaching up, she curled her fingers around the back of her neck. She didn't try to pull her back down; she just wanted the connection.

"We don't need to talk about it." Lucy pointed out quietly. In her own mind, she was completely clear on why she was challenged. It was the proverbial game she enjoyed so much, and the thief was all too happy to oblige.

[Penelope Blaise]

As Penny stared down at her, she was sure she saw the hint of a more serious conversation grow. In part, it was her own fault for speaking like she did. But it never stopped the way her hand traveled along the length of the form beneath her. And the second formed connection of her hand against the back of her neck made her own breathing just as light.

They didn't have to talk about it, and the senator wondered if she looked as relieved over it as she felt. The corner of her mouth twitched in appreciation, little as she would acknowledge it.

And so she pressed back down against the thief, pressing a small kiss to the corner of her mouth. If given the option, the senator wouldn't talk. Falling back into whatever routine this was would always be her first choice.

[Lucy Serrano]

Relief obviously crossed Penny's features, and it must have been echoed by the way she threatened a perfectly designed smile. She was glad they could agree on it before the conversation got too out of hand.

A lighter touch to the corner of her mouth was almost sweet. But it wasn't like her, so she knew there had to be more. "We can talk about anything." She continued on, tracking her nails up into the line of her hair idly. Talking didn't look like where her interests would settle.

"You can tell me about the dragon on your desk."

[Penelope Blaise]

Light as the connection was, Penny still lingered in the available space between them. She was right; talking was not in her list of immediate interests. It fell wayside when she was given the option. Why explain herself when someone seemed to have enough of an understanding on her own?

Nails through her hair were almost like a trance as Penny kept her movements light. Borderline gentle as she pressed slow, precise kisses along the length of Lucy's jaw.

While she might have threatened a smile only moments before, it broke into one at mention of a dragon residing on her desk. When Lucy had the chance to notice it, Penny hadn't any idea. Though she was a master thief. "Do you like it?" She asked against her ear.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy had to have her own stint of cleverness. Attention to detail in fleeting moments was the job. She knew the senator's taste in finery - or rather, the lack of it in her bedroom - so of course the oddity caught her eye.

She had just been too caught up to really care.

Words were dropped against her ear, and Lucy almost lost them completely. The sheer proximity was enough of a danger. Now, again, she seemed interested in talking. Now she was invested, at least for the duration of this particular topic.

"That depends," She started slowly, faltering on a slow breath because she was trying her best not to break all composure; "Solid or plated?"

[Penelope Blaise]

Talking wasn't nearly as bad when the subject didn't weigh so heavily on them. The thief had managed to snag the one subject that could keep the senator from completely faltering into physicality. The dragon was chosen for her after all. However, that did little to stop the way she moved; rather, it just slowed her down.

Each press of her lips was carried out with precision. From her ear, there was another pressed to the thief's pulse, drawn out with the pressure of her teeth, though not nearly as hard as her nails had been minutes before.

"Solid." Penny spoke as if it should have been obvious. While the senator never flaunted her fortune, she wasn't one to be cheap either. Especially not with the thief who knew to ask those sort of questions. "Pure."

[Lucy Serrano]

At the response given, Lucy felt the natural way she struggled to keep up. The conversation might have been pressing - and it was worth investing in, of course - but she knew she had to give something. She would lose it all if she gave nothing.

"Then I like it."

Her face couldn't be seen, and that was a bit of a let down considering just how wide she grinned. How her expression clouded with the concept of approval. It would have seemed like the strangest encounter available; she couldn't exactly refuse to work for nights on end if she couldn't have something to give back for the time she wasted.

"Think of all the people you just helped, and it only took you a minute." Against the endless hours she spent arguing with a set of refusing senators. Surely it had to feel good on some level, but smugness was so ripe in her own tone.

[Penelope Blaise]

Though Penny couldn't see the way Lucy grinned, she senator could practically hear it in her tone. Of course she liked it, and of course she'd point out the people a small golden creature would help. It was painfully true; she spent more time arguing over policies than actually managing to help. Her tone of voice was hardly helping though.

It was strange how such a small effort could do so much more than her life's work. "Take more, then." Penny pointed out, the trace of fingertips causing for her own distraction as they dropped below the line of the thief's waist.

"It's yours."

[Lucy Serrano]

A distracting hand filtered across her skin, daring to drop low to remind her of the inevitable step they would take together. But she had some desire to talk, or she wouldn't be. So Lucy could carry that too.

The idea that she should take more might have been feasible if there were something in the home itself worthwhile. The only easily passable thing she had was the little stint of gold she left waiting for Lucy. Now wasn't exactly the time to tell her she should fill her house with easily fenced finery.

"I dunno," She mused then, because there was only one thing she could think of to say that would stall this; "I might keep it."

[Penelope Blaise]

Talking kept her from inching too low; a brush of her fingertips met the line where her leg met her hip, lingering just a little longer before she drew all the way back up to the small spot on the thief's chest. There, she pressed down lightly. At the very least, she could still get caught up in the thief's little details. She wanted to remember them.

Her eyes finally flicked upward, only briefly attempting to catch Lucy's before her focus drew back to where her own hand was. Eyebrows quirked up as she suppressed the twitch at the corner of her mouth.

"As I said, it's yours." Penny replied easily. It was meant for her. "What you do with it after, I cannot choose."

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy stared at the eyes she caught, if only for a second or so. Even when they were gone, she kept staring. She could focus well enough on the hand that tracked her form, short of breath as she was. But she was still determined. They weren't done with this yet.

The usual course of actions was something Lucy knew to follow. She would take whatever was given to her and pass it along to those who actually needed it. After all, she barely had a home as it was. There was no place to properly keep things that she acquired. She had so little as it was.

"Would you like me to keep it?" She asked daringly. There was never room for sentimentality. At least, not usually. But in part Lucy had already offered it, so she didn't see the harm in continuing on with it for a little while longer.

[Penelope Blaise]

And there it was; posed like a simple question. As if it could be simple. Penny had brought in things before, and as much as it would help and pass onto others by her sneaky hands, there was never so much thought put into it. Of course, Penelope Blaise was always precise in her practice, but this was entirely different.

Her hand paused, as did the wandering nature of her eyes. They focused down, rather than trying to catch another look from the thief. Somehow, she wasn't sure if she could handle the dark eyes that would stare back at her.

She forced herself to suck in a short breath in her own disbelief. Penny could handle anything.

"Yes." She answered, as lightly as she could, unwillingly forcing her own gaze up to try and meet Lucy's.

[Lucy Serrano]

There wasn't a chance to catch her eyes. Initially as she asked, Lucy was denied the ability to catch any proper contact. It felt safer, honestly, because she wasn't sure what she would find in such a dark gaze. A disinterested expression might have pained her more than something heartfelt, but she wasn't sure why. Truthfully, she predicted that she would get the exact same answer as before.

But she didn't. She was asked to do something, not ordered. Not told. Penny would like her to keep it.

She finally caught her eyes again. And Lucy stared intently, looking for anything that would be offered to her.

"I will." Lucy replied reassuringly. She mightn't have been sure where she would keep it, but it wouldn't land in anyone else's hands. And there, she thought to ask why she made the choice she had made. There had to be a reason behind what she picked if she wanted it to remain in her possession.

But she smiled, and she couldn't help the way it looked genuine. "You'll have to give me something else to pass along instead." Lucy said then, because it was far safer than anything else she could think of.

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny had no idea how to define the relationship between herself and the thief. It was certainly easier not to define it at all. They existed, sharing a space and it ended at that. But now a small dragon seemed to make its way into it all, and it felt like more than its weight in gold.

When the thief continued, Penny allowed herself to wear the small smile that pulled the corner of her mouth. She leaned back down, brushing her lips to the spot on her chest where her finger had just pressed to.

"And what would you like?" She asked, eyebrows quirking upward.