Hold Me Down

[Penelope Blaise]

Lucy's backwards steps had Penny quickly following, refusing to give another inch of space between them. She walked with confidence, but the distance - or lack thereof - between them had her adrenaline racing. She was close, but she wanted to be closer.

"You've drawn me," Penny explained, the start of a smug smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. She leaned forward a fraction more, daring her lips to brush against the young vampire's cheek. "Many times."

And every drawing was kept there, now. In a place that was supposed to be her new home. "You are as fascinated by me as I am with you."

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy supposed there was enough to learn from going through her belongings. Though she kept so little for herself that truly mattered, they were things ideally not designed for others to see.

There was a great kind of confidence in the way Penny spoke to her. How she brought herself as close as she could, which was enough to have Lucy herself practically frozen in her space. Was it always going to be this way? "You're a fucking psycho."

That was fair, wasn't it?

"But you are fascinating." Lucy admitted. Of course she was. Lucy doubted she would have ever given her anything if she hadn't felt that way.

[Penelope Blaise]

Pressed against a wall and she still wasn't close enough. It was like an addiction, and clever footing had her completely leaning against Lucy's now. A power play, or perhaps just the desire to feel herself against her form.

A low growl emitted from the back of her throat at the voiced swear, but she didn't let it last, instead raising her eyebrows. "You are not the first to call me psychopathic." It wasn't the name that had bothered her in the first place.

With a tilt of her head, Penny's teeth were grazing against her ear. "Tell me what fascinates you."

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy quickly wanted to segue that the information about being called psychopathic wasn't exactly a good thing. It wasn't comforting in the slightest, especially as she stood pressed to a wall with might she ad little means to fight. She wasn't exactly trying ether. "That's fucked up." She said anyway. Even she couldn't resist that.

She let go of the arm she held, letting hands fall to her shoulders instead. There, she thought to at least try and push her away, but the thought never hit practice.

"I dunno, does there have to be a reason?" Lucy asked, her voice obviously strained. Either way, she didn't want to give her easy ammunition.

[Penelope Blaise]

Arms around her neck had the vampire surprised. It made her feel almost wanted, and briefly, she allowed herself to revel in the idea. With her normally rigid composure, she involuntarily relaxed. She had more of a hold over her than Penny had initially considered. It felt like a constant give and take, only with extremes in play.

Her nose crinkled as she swore again, and though she didn't need to breathe, Penny let out a huff of air in her protest over it. Hands pressed gently to Lucy's sides, resting at her hips.

"No, there doesn't," she replied, feeling the reality of that all too well with her own perspective. "Just accept it."

[Lucy Serrano]

Hands that tracked across her own form acted as if they had an easy right to be there. Being able to relax in such a potentially toxic situation felt impossible, but there the newly turned vampire stood in what felt like a kind of embrace.

With a head pressed against the wall, Lucy closed her eyes. Whispered words against her ear made her weaker; that wasn't fair.

"You make it hard to think clearly." She admitted. After all, just minutes ago she had every intention of tearing pieces of this home to the floor.

[Penelope Blaise]

What was easily considered to be a hostile situation was quickly defused. They were both calm now, and frankly it was a surprise to see how calm she had become. Anyone else might have grown threatened if cornered. This girl seemed to practically embrace it, literally even.

So she stayed close. Everything about how she was responding told her that the tactic was working. Even more, she enjoyed it herself. Being close. How long had it been since she kept herself in such a small distance from someone who wasn't a meal?

"I will take that as a compliment." Penny replied, voice still dropped. "It means I make an impression on you, I gather."

[Lucy Serrano]

The smallest huff passed Lucy's lips. She had already stated with as much conviction as she could that no, she didn't think of Penny as often as it seemed like she would. She wanted to argue the concept if only to see how much it pained her to hear it.

But her fingernails tracked the back of her neck, and though she couldn't help her harsher nature due to the newfound strength in her hands, she was sure she meant no ill will. At least, not at this stage. "An impression? Absolutely. But I dunno if it's the kind you wanna leave." She admitted. After all, on some level surely she was still angry.

[Penelope Blaise]

The nails at her back were borderline painful, given the strength they now carried. Yet it was intoxicating; it was real. Her own grip tightened through the young vampire's clothes, ready to rip them with the right amount of strength. It forced Penny closer, completely against Lucy's form now, only allowing distance to face her properly. To look.

"It's still something," she shrugged. Dark eyes settled on those so very close to her, noses touching with only an inch or so between their mouths. It was so very tempting. "And I'm not sure if it's as bad as you initially believe it to be."

[Lucy Serrano]

Pressure hit Lucy in a variety of waves. It wasn't just her back against the wall of the body against her own. Hands had her clothes in their own vice like grip. It seemed they fought in many different way; it didn't have to be a matter of shouting profusely or destroying property.

She did her best to look unphased by it. Eyes narrowed instinctively on the pair so close to her. That could only help, right?

"How could it be anything better?" Lucy asked her, refusing to make a move, "You've done a hellova lotta bad shit to me, love."

[Penelope Blaise]

In part, Penny wanted to peel her away from that wall, if only to slam her back against it until she got to the point. No matter how she acted, there was still that frustration over the new vampire. It fascinated her. She wanted to learn why it existed; why she couldn't get enough of someone that - given everything about her - she should hate.

A breath dropped from her lips as she rolled her eyes. In her own mind, this girl knew nothing. She understood nothing, and she was too stubborn to even know how to learn.

"And yet, you call me love."

[Lucy Serrano]

Very quickly, Lucy looked caught. It was a bad way to look when she was trying so hard to make herself look and sound different. Better, even. Her hand stopped moving, nails digging in instead. She had gone from having some kind of composure to being useless again. This felt like a losing battle she couldn't claw her way back from.

"I-" She stumbled, and then her tongue crossed the length of her lower lip. Every movement was being detected; every mistake collected and remembered by the one who made her this way; "I call alotta people that." Lucy tries instead.

[Penelope Blaise]

Oh, how she stumbled. Penny wasn't sure if she'd ever seen this girl flustered, even when she had literally sank her teeth into her neck. It put a wicked smile on the vampire's lips as she waited for Lucy to construct a proper response. It was like the poor girl was caught without someplace to run. Cornered, as she literally was standing pressed against a wall.

"Do you now?" She asked, mocking genuine interest. All that mattered was that she herself was referred as such. Anyone else hardly mattered, or would be taken care of one way or another.

Nails digging into her skin had her shoulders rolling back in a thought of defense against the act, yet that hardly made it a bad feeling. "Even those you supposedly hate? That doesn't seem to make much sense."

[Lucy Serrano]

It was obvious when Lucy was being mocked. This individual had no way to hide her own attitude. Or perhaps she did, and she just didn't feel the need to try and be subtle. A mistake made and now she was doing her best to take steps away from it. Completely stuck and she was still holding on like that grip was for dear life.

"It's a knee-jerk reaction thing, whatever." Lucy shrugged her shoulders instinctively. Finally, like it could truly sell her point, Lucy dropped her hands slowly. Fingertips ran down the length of her form and it was enough to sever the connection completely. They dropped to her sides instead.

[Penelope Blaise]

Hands shifted away from her form, and Penny could honestly say that she missed the connection. It annoyed her to long for it, but she could not deny it all the same. She gripped her counterpart more tightly for a moment, before eventually letting go herself. She went as far as to take a step back, despite the ache in her own muscles that fought the disconnect.

"Keep calling me it," she answered finally, palms pressing to the material of her skirt. "If you can't help it."

She glanced to the shattered easel, letting an unnecessary sigh pass her lips. "Now pick up the mess you've created."