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Lucy did her best to match the quick pace Penny was putting in place. After all, she knew the psychometrist wasn't going to slow down for her in any way, and now clearly wasn't the time to test her patience by purposefully fumbling.
Stalled by a red light, Lucy looked at it for a few seconds before she realised Penny had graced her with look in her direction. Locking eyes with her was more of a danger than anything else; worse than the hand that held her own.
She was dragged in and lips were pressed against hers harshly. She freed her hand of the one that held it and pressed it to the small of her back instantly, leaving zero space between them in the red light of the time wasting crosswalk. She only separated with a necessity to breath, and when she did, she couldn't keep her mouth shut.
"Fuck me up, Penny." Lucy declared the second she got a chance.
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Stalling in their space seemed a little ridiculous. Given how pressed they seemed for time, it felt like a waste to exist outside a restaurant waiting for proper plan to follow through. Lucy was often a difficult person to draw the focus of when her mind was on something else. Her hand was taken and she faltered in her initial steps as they started to walk.
She had no idea where they were going. She didn't care in the slightest. She squeezed the hand she was holding onto. "Oh yeah listen, I totally get you. I'm not fighting you on that. Cause I'm not fuckin' driving." Her hands against a wheel was the worlds worst idea right now, no matter the distance.
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For Lucy, making plans was never her forte. She was more one to follow them, and so her attention hadn't landed on the dilemma of how to get where they needed to be. She only cared about the body willing to keep her warm for the rest of their lives.
A swear from the mouth of her love we enough to force Lucy to give a breathless laugh. They were rare in their appearance, and she absolutely knew why the psychometrist had given it.
"So that's a no to your walking plan?"
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Despite the public nature of their affection, Penny wasn't fighting her and she wasn't really holding back either. That surprised Lucy for a second, before she recalled the heavy influence coursing through her body by now. That and she was likely carrying half her weight in some brand of frustration. She grinned against the lips that stole her own, intent to stay close for as long as she could before they were interrupted.
The Australian side eyed him for a brief second, but she'd already decided he wasn't worth looking at for long. A subpar attitude would get its response from Penny of course, but she didn't like having to wait. A hand still fastened itself low on her waist, following as she was ordered to do so.
She saved her quips for the second they were outside. Easing in close, she pressed a kiss against her ear, letting her teeth sink in for a second before she bothered to try and talk. "You wanna walk?"
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"Tip that little fucker like sweet F A." Lucy argued quickly. She hadn't liked him from the moment she saw him, and the little huff he offered only made her like him less.
She left her seat when Penny did, but she didn't have much to grab. Everything was in her pockets already. Still, she didn't wait as she stepped towards her. A hand circled around her waist to draw her close and kiss her in the restaurant.
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Lucy never expected any real right of way for her negative actions. There were things she did and said that would likely always drive the Brit insane, and swearing was just one of those things. She had no real intention to keep it in check, and Penny probably knew that already, but it was fun to watch her try.
Lucy thought forsure that she was going for her phone, and that she'd do it out of some kind of spite. She took a long swig from the bottle she procured again for good measure. But really quickly she realised she was planning on paying. Plates didn't even hit the table before she was ordering them off again.
"Finally. I mean, fuck." She was well and truly done with weekly pretending everything was well and good.
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Lucy was always good with her language when their son was around. She put a lot of effort into making sure she wasn't swearing around him. So in these moments shared together without his attention, she felt she should have been free. Sure, Penny didn't like it, but surely she could pick her battles, else the Australian might start waxing lyrical in front of an infant.
That tone with her name was a threat of its own. Was she flustered? Was it from her words or the alcohol burning her sensitivity.
"What kinda night do you wanna have, babe?" Lucy asked her instead, because she couldn't quip the information given to her. Penny wasn't wrong.
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It was then Lucy's turn to steal a little humour from the entire situation. Watching her love drink her own preferred choice of alcoholic wonder was awesome. She clearly hated it. She honestly couldn't wait to share the bitter taste in her mouth.
A valid question? Not in the slightest. She did want to see how it was taken, though.
"You can't take them off the table, love." Lucy retorted, and in her mind, her justification was unstoppable; "I thought you didn't like it when I tried to keep my mouth shut? What am I gonna say later? I'm not gonna spoil the mood my praising Jesus to the ceiling."
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It wasn't hard to see the way Penny thought this was funny. Of course she did. It was spite that made Lucy drink the spirit she didn't like to deal with. The way it burned had no warmth. No substance for her. She wasn't cringing because it hurt, she was cringing because she didn't like it. And likely because she drank it like a shot, not something to savour.
And then Penny called out her language. Up until now, she thought she was doing pretty well. Raised eyebrows dragged her attention from the now empty dumb shaped glass in front of her.
"Oh, soz, don't you wanna anymore?"
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It was so incredibly easy for Penny to make Lucy feel like an idiot. When the idea finally formed itself in her mind, the accusing look she was giving her wife could kill anyone else. She didn't have to look smug for the ink manipulator to know she was feeling smug.
As her jaw dropped, she wanted to ask a myriad of questions. She wanted to know why Penny didn't tell her in the first place. She wanted to know what made this ridiculous dance so important. Did she really have any doubt that the Australian would follow her plan?
"You fuck." She called her, reaching for the glass on her side to finally take a drink.
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Things seemed to piece together slowly in Lucy's mind. Really, Penny should have known that she wasn't good at catching on quickly. She stared at her love from across the table as she wielded that martini like a weapon against her. That slightest hit of encouragement to drink more wasn't like her at all. But did it have a means to an end?
Dark eyes went a little wide, and her elbow pressed to the table as she pointed at her. "You fucking planned this, didn't you." Michael was at their house with all of Lincoln's things. Penny was on the great road to getting trolleyed, likely to ease her nerves about it.
"You already fucking booked it."
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 Lucy Ellis Serrano-Blaise.:Current Threadline:.
DECEMBER, 2017
THE FIRST - Completed
Lucy and her wife Penny exchange Christmas presents.
JANUARY, 2018
MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT - Active
Lucy and Penny try to go out for dinner.
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Realisation filtered into her eyes and Lucy caught it almost instantly. Penny looked practically unhappy, and the ink manipulator couldn't help but exhale a dry laugh at the fact. But she stopped when her eyes dropped to her mouth. There, she was likely caught blatantly staring.
She very nearly missed the words given to her. It took a second or so for her to drag her eyes up. "What?" She asked, and then her mind kicked into gear. The recognition of the past words she wouldn't dare ask her to repeat was quick after that.
"You're not gonna let him look after Link overnight." Lucy reasoned, believing she shut the entire point down in a single sentence.
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When Lucy posed the question, she wondered if her wife understood it completely. Michael adored their son Lincoln to the point where he would have voluntarily done all those things if only she'd asked. She really felt the draw to roll her eyes at the idea of just how long it took to babyproof their little place.
Her fingers curled around the hand at the table, offering it a fast squeeze that she held onto.
"So you're telling me I'm actually going to have dinner here." Lucy denoted, as if the two concepts met together so seamlessly.
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For Lucy, one connection was enough if she had to sit across the table from her for hours on end. Alcohol helped too, but it hardly did enough.
She was dumb enough to drag her finger across the constantly calling ink etched into her finger as a clever - or stupid - reminder of the real next level connection she was making.
"Why'd you make him babysit at home?" She asked, offering a sidelong glance quickly in tandem with her question.
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