[It feels almost foreign to have risen to this challenge, to have met Lup where she stands. Every time she would imagine something like this, she was always younger, back on the ship, with the bravery that came with surviving cycle 65 but not the wisdom she gained as Madame Director. Not the unflappable stone face she needed to adopt to accomplish her task. This is a surprise even to her, not that she can conjure these words, but that she can say them, like taking pieces of herself from the shield she needed to build and making it into something entirely new.
It's worth it, though, when Lup loses that edge, when she curses in disbelief, and Lucretia thanks every god she knows when their lips meet.
Immediately, Lucretia's hands slide upwards, starting at the back of Lup's jaw and moving back, over her ears until her hands hit soft hair she can tangle her fingers into. Lup has come to her, but that won't stop Lucretia from tugging her close against her body, wondering if she feels lightheaded from the tightness of their embrace or the kiss in the first place.
Lucretia thinks she'd rather suffocate than let go, so it certainly doesn't matter.
Refusing to let go, she presses forward still, her chest flush against Lup's and her hands needy for more.]
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It's worth it, though, when Lup loses that edge, when she curses in disbelief, and Lucretia thanks every god she knows when their lips meet.
Immediately, Lucretia's hands slide upwards, starting at the back of Lup's jaw and moving back, over her ears until her hands hit soft hair she can tangle her fingers into. Lup has come to her, but that won't stop Lucretia from tugging her close against her body, wondering if she feels lightheaded from the tightness of their embrace or the kiss in the first place.
Lucretia thinks she'd rather suffocate than let go, so it certainly doesn't matter.
Refusing to let go, she presses forward still, her chest flush against Lup's and her hands needy for more.]