#in honor of luce's soon to be revival

[lucrezia-venus]

WHERE: luce’s house WHEN: may 18th, two days before the seance WHO: closed for @thechircn nsfw content; sexy times

Clementine Chastain 05/18/2020

 there's a thrill to it, clementine must confess. while she knows she is undoubtedly putting herself and what she stands for at risk, she isn't too worried. she's testing the waters – curiously, recklessly. clementine resists and then succumbs to the pull in lucrezia's name. she walks to the fellow witch's house when she could've given her the protection tokens anywhere else. she fights herself and yet here she is – and she adjusts the strap of her bag on her shoulder before ringing the doorbell.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/18/2020

As the doorbell rings, Luce is quick to sweep down the stairs.  She is a vision carefully undone, hair in messy curls and face wiped nearly bare of makeup.  Only moments before she smelled of white men and cheap cologne.  Now, she is honeysuckled and amber, a scent all her own. She smiles at Clementine, leaning on the frame.  "Always a prompt one, aren't you Cleo?"

Clementine Chastain 05/18/2020

hazel eyes search unsure for a fit place to land. the excitement still bubbles right beneath the surface but truth be told, clementine is always less prepared than she thinks when she meets luce. the fire witch is trained to do this – to allure and to entice and clementine has always been an easy victim. clementine settles for the woman's eyes and then her own bag on the side of there body. "i'm a woman of my word," she says and nearly smiles. she shrugs instead. "can i come in? i'd just give you these but i'd rather not risk being seen."

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/18/2020

"Can you come in," Luce repeats, rolling her eyes but smiling warm.  "Always, but especially now.  It's not safe to lurk outside." She holds open the door.  "Come, lets sit and chat."

Clementine Chastain 05/19/2020

she nods, less inclined to smile once luce brings up their lack of safety. it’s why she’s here - to give luce means to protect herself and her home, nothing else. “thank you,” she says out of the politeness that has always been reinforced in her. the earth witch abandons her dusty boots by the entrance and then lingers, waits for luce to point out where they’re sitting. the florist clutches her bag’s strap again. “i brought you a few,” she starts, feeling awkward in silence. “one for personal use. three for your house - so front door, back door and your bedroom, if you wish.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/20/2020

She's uncharacteristically quiet as she sits with Cleo, waiting through her rambles for the right moment to speak.  It's unexpected and, in the way of unexpected kindness, rather cute.  She'd not expected such a one eighty in treatment and, resting a cheek on her palm, she watches curiously.  "Who do you think wants me dead so badly?" there's a laugh curling about her words, though it never breaks. "I would have thought that was you until..." she gestures to the menagerie of charms.

Clementine Chastain 05/20/2020

there’s a tint of pink on her cheeks when clementine replies. the florist decides it’s best to ignore the innuendo even though her face gives the emotion away. instead, she is puzzled by luce’s words. she doesn’t join the fire witch on the laugh and in contrast, her eyebrows knit together. “i- i never wanted you dead, luce.” she shakes her head. “not even before. i can hold a grudge but not to that extent.” clementine shakes her head. “i’m just- there are more and more signs that these witch hunters actually exist. i don’t want anyone in our group to get hurt by them, whoever they are.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

"Don't worry about witch hunters with me, Darling.  I'm a smart girl, I know how to take care of myself." The words had been hyperbole, a taunt meant to elicit a response.  That her cheeks redden only fuels Luce further.  She leans closer, teasing in every line of her body, a smirk growing simple and wider on her lips.  Her voice is light, a teasing that is coy and almost kind.  "If not dead, how did you want me?"

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

clementine would add that she knows how smart luce is. it's written across her hips and the curve of her lips as she steps closer. clementine takes a breath as her body grows tense with the proximity of the other witch. hazel eyes dart to luce's lips as a reflex and she wets hers. "safe." she responds though she fears they're far from safety.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

The pyromancer is smart indeed and she misses nothing, including the way Cleo's eyes dance from her eyes to her lips.  Rarely does she need confirmation that she is wanted but it doesn't stop the thrill.  That Cleo fights it, something they both know well, only excites her more.  "You have any ideas on how to help me be safer?"

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

the florist knows now when she's in a game. she ran from those a long time ago, convinced herself to hate them. yet right now, with luce's fiery gaze upon her, she forgets her reasoning. "yes," she replies, feigning innocence. "it's what the protection charms are for."

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

"Mmm, right right," she's leaning closer still, beckoning Cleo closer.  "You said that already." It's clear, Luce's eyes drifting down to Cleo's lips, her palm balanced next to hers. She could easily lean in and kiss her, but she doesn't.

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

as soon as luce is close enough, everything else misses her thought. the protection charms, the hunters – those worries die down to make room for the temptation presented to her. clementine takes a breath, feels herself leaning into the fire. "are you expecting me to kiss you again?" she whispers – taunts.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

Her eyes widen - fractionally -but it's an impressed sort of surprise, the kind that sharpens her eyes immediately.  She'd forgotten, if only for a moment, that this is not the same Clementine she'd met those early days in Salem.  "No...but I'd like you to."

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

she thinks of denying luce of it. clementine thinks she should be more stubborn and less lenient with the wishes of luce. yet this – knowing that luce wants her kiss – already feels as a victory. she says nothing, only stares at luce for a moment before leaning in, inviting the fire witch chaste and slow.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

This kiss is not the same.  It is soft, a boon more than a reprisal. It was not so much as a shade of what they'd embarked on at the festival.  This kiss, to Luce, feels like pity. She surges against Cleo to surge past that feeling, leaning forward quickly, her hand curving beneath her jaw and drawing the girl close, forcing more from her lips.

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

she nearly smiles against luce's lips. there's an undeniable thrill to being wanted that clementine basks in as luce searches for more of her. she gives in willingly then, knowing well that if she never desired for something like this to happen, she would've stayed at home. the florist lets the bag slip past her shoulder and abandons it. the hand formerly clutching the strap now curls around luce's hips as she leans in closer.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/26/2020

There it is, she thinks.  Hands on her hips that grip, the body's way of asking for more. Luce had known from the first text that this was where the evening was to go, that even in the smallest way she'd won back the earth witches attention. Distantly, she hears Clementine's bag hit the floor and leans instead, slipping her body into the florists lap as she lets her teeth graze the bottom of her lip.

Clementine Chastain 05/26/2020

the phantom of a moan dies against luce's lips. the thrill of the thin line between danger and enjoyment pools on her stomach and instead of pulling back, she's pulling luce in. clementine trails a hand up luce's thigh, soft and then a hard grip when she finds her hip again. her free hand follows the curve of her neck until fingers comb through luce's dark strands as the florist meets her lips.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/26/2020

This is a dance Luce has known for ages, the steps never varying so wildly.  It's the song, the melody of bringing her body together with a new partner, that is the thrill. With Cleo, it's surprising.  She knew the before-touching each other softly, carefully, as if one would disappear.  There was an act to it, a performance catered solely to Clementine.  Now, she is more herself, her hands greedy, pressing breasts against her partner, raking fingers down her spine as she fights between kissing and excited moans. She parts for air, green eyes gone dark with dilation, and smiles with lips wet and swollen.

Clementine Chastain 05/26/2020

it takes her some time to identify why this feels different. luce isn’t so unfamiliar where her skin burns under clementine’s palms and where she tastes on her tongue. yet, the renewed fire to this is strange as it’s overpowering. all the unresolved feelings she bottled up implode at once and she knows luce is the guilty one. her touches used to be invitations but now clementine is demanding - she wants the attention where she can’t find the affection. she wants the sweet release of physical touch freeing her mind of thought. the witch licks her lip at the sight of luce and moans, softly. she leans in for her neck now, lips and tongue and teeth scraping over skin as her hand makes its way down towards luce’s chest.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/27/2020

Her life is spent selling herself and her body has been hand in so many ways.  Somehow, Clementine feels different, the need in her hands fortified by something Luce cannot see.  Instead she chases more, her fingers soft as they tear away Cleo's clothes.  Her skin is nearly ivory when unveiled, set apart by emerald lace and satin.  "Why hello," Luce purrs, looking down at Clementine with a smile steeped in cocksure pride. She had bought Cleo this lingerie and she'd not seen it in sometime. Luce leans, brushing her nose against the side of Cleo's cheek.  "I think you're playing a game with me, little witch," she whispers against her ear, kissing teases there, biting a lobe with gentle teeth.

Clementine Chastain 05/27/2020

a blush colors cheek and chest much as it did when clementine put the lingerie set earlier that day. her eyes glint with appreciation. satisfaction stirs deep inside her, stemming from the smile on luce. it's been intentional and now she can't help but to smile as she leans her head back for the fire witch. her hand trace luce's spine lazily as she whispers. "you wouldn't think i learned nothing after all these years, would you?"

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/29/2020

She grins, something cat-like in the seductress gaze.  "I have learned your more clever than you let on." And she kisses her again, a prideful prize that the ingenue had learned to be a quiet vixen.  Cleo's skin is soft under Luce's hands, admiring the dark lace first with her eyes, then the tips of her fingers.  She curves a hold beneath the bra, feeling the modest fullness of Cleo's breath before dipping down to kiss the budded flesh.

Clementine Chastain 05/30/2020

luce’s words and luce’s touch feel like praise and clementine indulges on it. her smile dies on a moan and goosebumps follow the fire witch’s fingertips. clementine thinks it would be easy to make giving in into a habit -  especially when her back arches to meet luce’s mouth. inside her chest, the feeling of longing intensifies and clementine moans, unabashedly asking and searching for more. eager hands push the fabric through the curve of luce’s shoulders and she runs her hands over the expanse of tan skin. “luce,” she whispers though hating to interrupt the attention the escort has been giving her. she tugs on the soft fabric of the robe and she blushes again. “take it off - i want to watch.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/29/2020

The absence of such closeness had been keenly felt during Cleo's forced distance, despite Luce's unwilling nature in realizing.  She'd had bodies in-between but few that moaned as Clementine did, whose skin flushed that same lustful cherry against white. There was a pop as she released the swell of Cleo's breast, falling back at the touch, only to smile.  

"Games indeed," she purrs, but there is that vixen between the dilated eyes. She pulls back from Cleo, slipping off her lap to stand before the earth witch.  It is a dance she has not preformed in such a manner, not for a long time.  She savors the tease, brushing her fingers beneath the mauve silk, more burlesque then dime store stripper.  Her hands glide over her own body, taking her time under the florists gaze.  She does not remove anything, presenting her body beneath the expensive silk without exposing, wanting to be wanted.

Clementine Chastain 05/30/2020

part of her wants her to be timid under luce’s gaze as she slithers from her lap and into a teasing dance. her chest turns reddens from where she watches and this unpopular part of herself feels as if she should look away. the major part of her, however, is riddled with desire and keeps her put - pupils blown wide as she takes in what she kept from herself when she cut luce out of her life. when she removes nothing clementine smirks. luce doesn’t do anything if not for a price and the florist would be a fool to believe she would pay nothing. eyes rake through luce’s body as she raises her chin, a bite to her lip before speaking. “cmon, luce,” her eyes are full of mischief and a defiance she is usually strange to. “what do i have to do to win the game for once?”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/29/2020

Luce dips in the middle of her show, elongating the tan of neck to the lacy peak of a maroon bra.  Her every move is a dance to Clementine, creating a look of seduction, a magnet towards her partner.  It's in every dip of her hip, the way her body rolls in time to a song no one can here.  Once in front of Cleo, she lifts a slender foot, the silk robe falling away to leave a bar leg exposed as she plants the appendage just beside Clementine's hip.  Luce brings her body close so the ribbon tie of her robe rests by Cleo's fingers.  "How would you like to win, Cleo?"  She takes the florists hand, guiding it up the robe of her side and to the knot.  "You know it's within your grasp."

Clementine Chastain 06/02/2020

clementine traps her lip between her teeth in fear her mouth will fall open if she just lets it be. eyes follow the lines of luce's body eagerly and the witch misses luce on her lap where she can touch. as luce steps closer, she steals oxygen to burn and clementine is breathlessly leaning into her fire. the florist doesn't feel so confident to reply but she smiles like a promise and pulls the robe open. "fuck," clementine whispers. she thinks she wants to say something pathetic such as you're so beautiful but she stops herself. instead she sneaks a hand over the leg luce has next to her hip and lets her lips make a trail from her knee following her inner thigh. the witch takes her time, kisses brushing sensitive skin, teasing and inviting.

Lucrezia Bianchi 06/04/2020

She stays poised, enjoying how clearly the wants drips from Cleo’s gaze. Tauntingly, she leans closer, grinning as Cleo takes that step and the robe falls open.  “There you are,” she chuckles. She draws the woman closer, pushing her body near while the back of her fingers tickle the florists arm.  The robe falls to the floor as she watches Cleo, a soft pleasure in her eye and the open part of her lips.  “I’ve missed this,” she sighs, partly in earnest, though she’s convinced herself it’s what she should say.

Clementine Chastain 06/04/2020

clementine knows better than to believe her. yet, it tugs at her heart because she, too, missed this. it's different, at least on her part. she dares to explore and to take this time, now that she is more comfortable in her skin and her sexuality. she knows luce should be different, but she feels the same soft warm skin under her hands and lips. she should be different but is the same when she attempts to trap clementine with her words. clementine knows better, but indulges in the fantasy. the witch hums as she leans closer to press kisses to luce's stomach. "only this?" she asks coyly. her fingers touch her over the lace and clementine looks up to watch her. the question is on her eyes and the curve of her lips. how about this?

Lucrezia Bianchi 06/04/2020

There is nothing in her movements that breaks, matching her partners intensity.  A need burns between them, a spark Luce nurtures with her touch, her lips.  She shakes her head, looking down at the question in Cleo’s gaze as much as the one from her mouth.  “I think you know.” The trailed hand turns, cupping the brunette’s jaw and tilting her gaze up.  “Bring this to my bed.”

Clementine Chastain 06/04/2020

some sort of shyness returns to her as luce guides her towards her bedroom. her confidence trembles as clothes fall and they walk down a familiar path. urgency brews along with insecurity as she accepts more kisses and blushes deeper. fact is, she wants to be able to be good to luce. in a place not so deep inside her, clementine wants luce to yearn for her like she hasn’t yet. she wants to be wanted, wants to be a haunting thought perpetually on the back of her mind. the uncertainty of being able to makes her hesitant but she’s aware there are no games being won like this. so once they find their way into the bedroom, clementine squeezes the other woman’s hand, encourages her to turn around. “i’m still no good with talking, but,” she whispers but never finishes her sentence. instead, clementine shakes her head. she leans in slowly and kisses luce, slow and purposeful, while gently guiding her towards the mattress.