[It feels like she's dreaming. Like this is a fantasy she's entertained for years, of being alone with her somewhere beautiful, somewhere Lup brought her just for the two of them, and only having eyes for her. It's not the sort of thing she's let herself think about for some time. In fact, at certain points, she thought it over with. That she was finished being so overcome with delight when she would see Lup's face, the way her heart beat faster in her arms, how every year became a reunion on the bridge and she made it a point to make her first sight Lup.
As soon as their lips meet, Lucretia's free hand goes upward, brushing upwards over one of Lup's ears to snake fingers into her hair, soft and tender. She doesn't demand, doesn't force this, but she isn't uninterested or pliant. Lucretia pulls Lup closer like if she was uninterested she would only be so in ever having distance between them again, as if she was pliant she would be only to press her body closer and meld together in mouths and hands and soft hair. She has wanted so much, for so long, and never as much as this. Nothing as much as this.
Lucretia deepens the kiss in less than a minute, her fingers drawing small movements into Lup's head, as if she could stay here forever.]
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As soon as their lips meet, Lucretia's free hand goes upward, brushing upwards over one of Lup's ears to snake fingers into her hair, soft and tender. She doesn't demand, doesn't force this, but she isn't uninterested or pliant. Lucretia pulls Lup closer like if she was uninterested she would only be so in ever having distance between them again, as if she was pliant she would be only to press her body closer and meld together in mouths and hands and soft hair. She has wanted so much, for so long, and never as much as this. Nothing as much as this.
Lucretia deepens the kiss in less than a minute, her fingers drawing small movements into Lup's head, as if she could stay here forever.]