[Lucretia may be ready for death, but even flushed as she is, Lup's loving every moment of this. The whole truth thing may have left the elf in a few uncomfortable positions, but it almost feels worth it to see such a candid and sincerely honest side to Lucretia. Not that her friend isn't always honest with her, but there's a clear difference in Lucretia saying exactly what is on her mind versus spending her time crafting perfectly complex sentences that always hold a hundred separate layers Lup doesn't have the patience to sift through.

This makes everything so much easier on her. It makes a lot of years spent waifing around in uncertainty seem wasted.

The other woman joins her on the lawn and Lup wastes no time in slipping a slender arm around Lucretia's middle and dragging her backwards onto the grass, so they can lay sprawled out there under the sun together. The elf rolls over onto her side and props herself up on a pointed elbow, before her free hand is slipping forward to dance along the other woman's neck.]

Hey, I'm into it. [Her fingers trail up over the other woman's jaw, all the way up to her ear, Lup's gaze following their path.] I like getting to hear your thoughts. All the shit you'd never say with gettin' trashed first. [Lup's mouth twitches, unable to hide her grin.] And you used to talk some mad shit when you'd get trashed.

[Her touch slips across Lucretia's cheekbone, brushing against flushed skin.] But we always had a lot of fun, huh? We'd take over your room and just lose hours together. Wear each other's clothes and bitch about the crew. Or we'd wake up with your fingers tangled in my hair and me clingin' to you like a lil' gremlin. [The memories leave Lup feeling warm and just impossibly happy. They were some of her favorite memories of her time on the Starblaster.

Her fingers finally come to a stop right over Lucretia's lips, pressing softly there, Lup's gaze finally flicking up to meet the other woman's.]

I really want to smooch your brains out.