Covered In The Colors

[Penelope Blaise]

She had an undeniable point, one that Penny had no intention of denying. She had hit her, square across the cheek. She had been the one to cross that distance and to kiss her, even. Yet the artist made no move to push her away first, and Penny could hardly see the way she herself was blocking the exit. Because she was still pushing forward, eyebrows lowering when the Australian turned to face her again.

There was no denying the water that lined her eyes. In part, the Brit hoped it was only for the sake of the impact. It forced her to stall, though only briefly as she uncrossed her arms, holding a hand up again but this time to just point at the artist.

"You make me want to kiss you!" She accused crossly, still determined to keep a hot tone with the woman that she felt pushed her.

[Lucy Serrano]

The argument that stirred between them made absolutely no sense to Lucy. The blame was forcibly dropped on her shoulders, and she herself was positive it coincided with the actress getting everything she wanted when she wanted it. But it felt different. Or maybe she just hoped it wouldn't be such a shallow resolution.

Trying anything of the like was the furthest thing from her mind now.

"And somehow that makes it okay to slap me in the face?" She asked then, unable to help the way she elevated her own voice in this match; "You want me to stop? I get it. I'll stop." Like it would be so easy. Like that could be it.

But it wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough. She felt the way her own mind reeled; "I mean Jesus, if you wanted to fire me you coulda just done it."

[Penelope Blaise]

Steps pushed them further towards the back of the trailer. Towards the bed that was hers to call her own, despite its large size for such a small bodied individual. However her eyes were narrowed on the artist, anything surrounding them was blind to her.

"No!" She retorted, voice rising the more she argued. "This is on you; I don't want you to stop nor do I want you gone!"

It seemed strange to admit. It was strange to admit. Her fingertips curious into her palms, making fists in her own confused frustration. It made no sense, even to herself as she yelled at the woman she both slapped and kissed. That she wanted to kiss again. And nearing footing made her try.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy tried her best to breathe. She had never been good with her own temper, and this situation was pure to test it. The aching nature of her face was slow to fade, leaving its mark as she held her own hand over to cover it. She knew it would remain. She hardly wanted to have to explain it later.

And still, she was berated for her actions. Actions that weren't even hers to begin with. She felt the way it made her blood boil as she blinked tears away.

When she opened her mouth to argue, she found it caught before a word could leave her throat. Kissed again by the person so keen to keep her quiet. Lucy kissed her back regardless, lacking an eager sense over the harsh nature she preferred instead. But she kept her hands to herself, given the trouble they caused last time.

[Penelope Blaise]

The reciprocation that hit her lips surprised her. Penny was sure she'd be denied a second time without hesitation. Yet hands never reached for her, though unfamiliar lips still found their way to make a point exist. Though that wasn't the problem found. She didn't see the point, either.

But forward steps did bring them closer to a bed, and this time the actress knew where she was heading, though not before pulling up just a bit short.

Palms pressed to the artist's shoulders, forcing her backwards again, though not with the same kind of persuasion. "Are you still attracted to this?" She demanded through her breathlessness. "Don't act like you are without knowing anything."

[Lucy Serrano]

Hands easily filtered to her form; Lucy had followed backsteps she was practically forced to take. Minutes ago she was being told to shut her mouth and now it was being stolen so easily. She was letting it happen. And still, she let herself be reeled back.

There was a pocket of a chance to breathe and parted lips did their best to take it, but then she continued, and all the air in her lungs seemed to halt. Because all she could really give was a dumbfounded expression. Her own actions were those taken out of context completely, it seemed. Perhaps because there was no context to begin with. No reason.

"I'm positive you're fucking with me." She replied then, tone sharp with a stint of her own exasperation. And a raised voice at that; "Cause I got no fucking idea what's going on with you." Surely somewhere there was a point trying to be made here.

[Penelope Blaise]

It seemed like she had missed Penny's point entirely. Her eyes narrowed down on the artist, chest rising and falling through her breathlessness as she pressed her hands on her hips.

Her jaw clenched with the curse that filled the air. A hand lifted away from her hip, dragging through her hair enough to haul the hair tie away which was holding it back.

"You have no idea who I am other than what you read or hear on the media, so don't pretend you're being genuine." She threw back at the woman. "Nobody is here." And she was mistaken to believe it, even for a moment.

[Lucy Serrano]

When Lucy listened she knew she couldn't control the disbelief she wore. All this contact and that was the reason? It was like trying to shade over the very real fact that she started it in the first place. She asked Lucy not to stop, and not to leave. She couldn't help but scoff when.she was read so unconvincingly.

"Talk shit all you want," Lucy started with a pointed pause, "You're not stage-kissing me."

And she barely let the concept settle with the actress who confused her so. She was stepping through that miniscule distance to reach for her again. To course her fingers through her hair and settle her hand at the back of her neck again. There was an almost feigned sense of confidence when she moved to kiss her again; ignoring that this was how she got slapped last time proved difficult.

[Penelope Blaise]

She was mad, but worse, the actress felt confusion. When in doubt, however, she often relied on the former of the two options, and she ran with it. It was what she did best. It wasn't uncommon for Penelope Blaise to be angry.

But here and now, it didn't work. It was useless. Because it was matched with an almost clever rebuttal, and before she could get a wore in edge wise, that harshboressure hit her lips and that unfamiliar hand found the back od her neck to pull her in again.

This time, she didn't raise a hand. Instead they reached for the Australian's form. Hands gripped her shoulders as she forced her back, only this time she followes, bringing her body close as she tries to push her down against the bed.

[Lucy Serrano]

Interest lined the lips Lucy managed to catch again. It had been the crucial thing in their short, prior encounters today; she felt it before she'd been slapped in the face, and pushed away, and berated for her own inability to refuse the way she was kissed.

When hands hit her shoulders, she thought she'd be pushed back again; forced away for another stint of denial. Fingers still deftly worked their way into the baseline of her hair. And her steps were followed, and while there were no sweeter notions to the lips against her own, there was something far more prominent to hold onto. Her back hit the sheets of the unfamiliar bed far too willingly for someone who wasn't quite used to being forced back. But she held her temporary counterpart well enough to drag her down with her.

[Penelope Blaise]

She landed on top of the Australian with little grace, but nothing seemed gentle about any of this in the first place. A sharp exhale passed her lips upon impact, but they were quick to catch those kissing her again. Just as quickly did she make quick work of her own hands. She hadn't the patience to remove clothing, but nails dragged underneath the hem of her shirt with a similar roughness.

Her attraction made no sense - and maybe that was why she was so bothered by it to begin with. Penelope Blaise had standards, but who knew they just fell so low?

When her hands fell low again, fingers curled around the belt at her waist, pulling at it quickly to tug it loose, the button and zip quick to follow.

[Lucy Serrano]

Half undressed as she was, there was noting easy to hold onto. Nothing that wasn't intended to be damaging no matter what restraint could be found. Lucy had never been good at keeping her mouth shut, and the boisterous nature she uncontrollably gave could only further prove that fact to this girl who rightly deserved what sounds she made.

There was no opportunity to ask, or even talk about the series of actions that brought to them to where they were now that Lucy could pretend to breathe a real, proper hit of air and exhale it in the same motion. She didn't get the chance, and though confused she had nothing to complain about, save for the odd progression that had her own back against a set of unfamiliar sheets. That was new.

Hands had loosened in their hold, and one was quick to duck away from the potential damage she had rained on the prior perfect skin of her back. She ran them both back through her hair - hands much lighter than they had been in her initial run - if only to keep the short strands out of the way so that she might kiss her again for however short lived it might have proved to be.

[Penelope Blaise]

Penny's trailer was hardly soundproof, but the actress hadn't found herself with the mentality to care. Every noise that filled the small space between them had her chasing another breath she would never catch.

Even when her grip loosened, Penny had yet to move away. Lips remained pressed to the artist's neck, shoulders rolling back to ease the soreness in her muscles.

Her teeth grazed Lucy's pulse with her next exhale, and as her head lifted, she found her lips stolen again. It was hardly worth complaining over as she pressed herself against the Australian, giving into the connection entirely.

[Lucy Serrano]

There was a harsh kind of momentum from the actress that Lucy should have expected. She had found herself thoroughly confused by the very fact that she landed in bed with her in the first place.

The threat of nails crossing her pulse forced her to struggle to catch her breath. It was almost attentive, which hardly suited the girl pressed against her. It might have been a short kiss - she couldn't help that given the lack of air in her lungs - but it was far better than what she'd expected to receive.

She eased back when she had to breathe. Lucy felt the urge to say something prominent, but when she searched her mind nothing concrete made itself known. In the end, she simply stared.

[Penelope Blaise]

Her elbow sunk into the mattress as she eased herself up a fraction. Enough to look at the set of dark eyes staring back at her. Something about being watched so intently made her own widen with her failing breath. Her lips were parted, but the actress lacked any ability to actually speak. Stuck in some sort of limbo.

Until there was a knock at her trailer door. "Miss Blaise! Makeup is expecting you in fifteen."

Penny's eyes squeezed shut, like the voice calling to her was screeching directly into her ear. But it was a force enough to make her move, pressure to the bed slowly lifting her up off it. "Thank you." She called back, her voice sounding hoarse. All the while she stood, eyes never leaving the artist.