#pd: lucy001

[vallaurent]

KISSING BOOTH - LUCY & VAL

where Val and Lucy get to know each other, share a kiss and plan a date

Lucy Bell She was gorgeous enough to send Lucy shy. So, even though it was the whole point of the booth, Lucy stole a flower from the school garden to offer in exchange. "I didn't find a vase out to go with it, but I think it would be super pretty in your hair, too."

Val Laurent Val is surprised by the flower offered to her by a really pretty woman she's certain she's not seen around, then she laughs, flushing just a little. "Oh my God. I didn't expect that. That's really darn sweet of ya, darlin'." Regarding the other woman with a smile, Val leans forward a little. "Mind puttin' it in my hair for me?" She tilts her head a little. "I'm Val, by the way. I think ya know that, though. You're... Lucy? Right? Ya work at the school?"

Lucy Bell Her nod is brief, trying not to look like a bobble head. "Right. Yes, the school." A beat pause and she added, "Nice to meet you, Val." Obviously, Lucy was going to take the chance given, and stepped closer. "Sure, but - let me know if I jab you with the stem?" Internally, Lucy cringed, because of course Val would say something. Careful as lab measuring, Lucy wove the flower through Val's hair above one ear; holding some of the curls away from her face. "That's about done it," she smiled, taking a polite step back. "It's a good color for you. I'd have matched your eyes if I could, but, um, options are limited."

Val Laurent I'll let ya know." Val smiles easily. Though, based on how gentle Lucy is, she doesn't really have to worry about it, carefully weaving the flower between her curls. Val strikes a bit of a pose, leaning her chin on her hand as Lucy steps back. "Hard to find dark brown flowers 'round here, ain't it?" She smiles up at Lucy, regarding her for a moment, clearly taking in her face. "Some blue flowers would look good on ya. Maybe a flower crown of forget-me-nots." She chuckles, softly. "Ain't matching your eyes either, though. ." In her life, she'd met plenty of people, and she is starting to get the sense that Lucy is feeling a bit... nervous. Maybe it is the whole concept of a kissing booth, not everybody is used to that. After a second, Val reaches out and grasps Lucy's hand. "You been to the gardens here, sweetie?"

Lucy Bell "Not unless you find wilt incredibly endearing." The posing was so cute, and then to be followed by a compliment. Impulse was to immediately find a way to make a crown of flowers, but she remained where she stood. "I didn't think women like you'd still exist. The world has a way of stomping on the best hearts." The touch was expected and not. The booth was for contact, for shit's sake. Still, she blushed. "No, or I probably would have stolen something better."

Val Laurent "Women like me?" Val laughed, feeling herself flush quite a bit more. Had that been why Lucy was so nervous? "You even stole the flower for me? Oh my-" Val smiled brightly at her, clasping Lucy's hands together, and squeezing them between hers. "Ya really are tryin' to swoop me off my feet here, arentcha? Makin' a girl like me swoon for ya." Val tilted her head, feeling the flower in her hair shift, the petals tickling her skin. "I really gotta show ya the garden. It's really pretty, Mayra plants a lot of flowers and takes care of 'em. The snowdrops should be bloomin' right 'bout now. If lookin' at pretty flowers is you're kinda thing?"

Lucy Bell Shyly smiling, Lucy ducked her head. "I've always been this way around beautiful women. Like suddenly I'm a knight trying to earn the favor of a princess." She looked back up, in spite of her blush. Snowdrops were a familiar flower, and Lucy cast about for anything she could recall. "Did you know the Victorians gave them as symbols of hope? Brighter days after dark times." Val didn't have to try hard to sell Lucy on the concept, but- "Sure. But aren't you meant to stay here for... other visitors?"

Val Laurent "They did? I didn't know that. Brighter days after dark times." She repeated the words, having to smile at the symbolism. Brighter times after the ranch. She wondered if it was similar like that for Lucy too. "Ah, sweetheart, don't worry. Fleet's gonna be here soon to take over the next shift." Still holding Lucy's hands in hers, Val smiled, this time a little more playful. "But if ya want, we can spend the time 'til then with what this booth's technically for."

Lucy Bell Her nod was too enthusiastic, probably. "Victorians supposedly spoke with flowers, fans, gloves. All kinds'a ways to circumvent societal norms." She'd been looking at their hands again. Or - her hand, where the imperfect wound waited under fresh bandage. Her head snapped up, eyes wider. "Oh! We could. I got distracted." An awkward little laugh and Lucy rubbed one thumb over the back of Val's fingers. "But I'd still like to visit the garden with you. If you wanted."

Val Laurent "Really? Ya know, the soonest chance I get I'm gonna ask you all 'bout it." Lucy seemed to know a lot. She was a teacher, so she had to, but it made Val curious. Though, she could spend their entire garden trip asking some questions. Now, she was occupied. A small laugh escaped her, because the fact she got distracted was adorable. "Of course." Val smiled, before letting go of Lucy's hands to instead cup her face, pull her a little closer. "It's a date, my knight. Ya know -" Val leaned in a little herself, getting closer and closer. "- you really are amazing at winnin' the favor of princesses."

Lucy Bell Sitting up straighter, Lucy immediately agreed. "Ask me whatever you like. If I don't know, I'll make up a great lie." And then she forgot words. All she could do was give a half-laugh and try not to melt entirely. She closed the space between them with a reverent gentility, brushing her cheek against Val's before daring to kiss her lips.

Val Laurent The kiss made Val feel warm and she couldn't help but softly sigh into it after the first few seconds. Lucy was gentle, careful, appreciative like the moment was something truly special. Val returned in kind, soft and affectionate, trailing her thumb over Lucy's flushed cheeks and closing her eyes, slowly forgetting the booth and what was around them. Focusing her full attention on Lucy, and their kiss.

Lucy Bell She stepped in closer, right hand drifting to Val's hair, careful not to disrupt the flower. "You're so soft," Lucy sighed against Val lips, awed that it was possible. Forgetting her self-consciousness, Lucy ran the back of her left hand along Val's elegant throat, forth and back in indulgent pleasure of the skin there. "Like rose petals."

Val Laurent Val smiled, feeling a pleasant prickle where Lucy's hand brushed up against her throat. It'd been a while since she'd kisses anyone like that, all soft and sweet and affectionate. "You're a sweet-talker. You really know how to make a gal feel special." Her voice was soft and low, ghosting over Lucy's lips. Her heard was beating quicker, thrumming up against Lucy's hand. "You can touch me more, sweetheart." And then she kissed Lucy again. Smart, funny, witty, a sweet talker, and interested in her. She was a lucky girl.

Lucy Bell Her laugh was breathless against Val's lips. "You should always feel special. The world's really failed if you don't." Her thumb swept along Val's jaw, trying to memorize every inch of skin there.The offer gave Lucy pause, though she left her hands where they were. "Oh, that's... How do you like pizza?" She stopped, grimaced and tried again. "I mean. I want to know more about you. Feels like I haven't done enough yet for-" Lucy trailed off again. She trailed a single finger along the Val's neckline, exhaling slowly. "Such kindness."

Val Laurent The question caught her off guard, similar to how the flower had, but then she couldn't help but laugh, soft and a little breathless. "I like pizza. Do you? Never met a person who didn't." Val didn't want to push her. It felt strangely... Delicate. It wasn't unfamiliar ground, but it didn't feel entirely solid. So, Val just pressed a soft but quick kiss to Lucy's lips. "It's been more than enough, darlin'. Much more than enough. But- gettin' to know each other sounds real nice." Val felt goosebumps on the back of her neck as Lucy's finger trailed there. "Wanna stop for now? And go to the gardens first?"

Lucy Bell It was automatic to chase the departing contact, but Lucy behaved. "Pizza? Yes. Want to stop? Absolutely not," her whispered answer was chased closely by a laugh. Lucy rolled a single of Val's curls between finger and thumb. "But seeing you was like..." Lucy struggled to come up with a description that wasn't painfully hackneyed. "Like seeing a Middlemist’s Red in a field of daisies. Something so rare you'd assumed it extinct." Trying not to lose herself in such eyes, Lucy flashed a lopsided, helpless smile. "Who wouldn't be awestruck? Who wouldn't want to ensure they make the right impression?" She collected Val's fine hands, leaving a kiss on the back of each. "Pick the day and time. I'll think of better questions. You can tell me then if I'm still worthy."

Val Laurent She found her cheeks once again growing a tinge darker. Truth was, Val wasn't quite used to the compliments. Not like this, anyways. So absolutely genuine. And from such a beautiful, perfectly nice woman too. "You really got a way with words. Jesus, sweetie, you're really makin' me feel like the most special girl in the world." Her breath hitched just a little when Lucy grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, so gently, and it made Val kiss her lips again, just as gently as that. "Does in two hours work for ya? That's when I get off, plus another hour. Is that enough time?" Val laughed, shifting her hands so she could hold Lucy's in her own. They were soft and warm, and Val enveloped them with her own, softly squeezing them. "I think you're pretty secure in the worthy part. Ya just gotta be you. And tell me about what the different flowers mean. And how ya like your pizza. And victorian symbolism, and what your favorite color is. Maybe we can find a flower like that."

Lucy Bell The reward of Val's blush, her smile, her words - and the feather-lightest kiss - Lucy might have gone to jelly if she hadn't been so focused. "Good," she murmured, still busy memorizing Val's features. The breathless laugh came from a now-ducked head. "Good list." Lucy wasn't certain being herself would impress, but there was really only one way to know. The squeeze made her wince, but she'd have bitten through her tongue before saying anything. Instead, Lucy returned the gesture before releasing Val. "Two hours." A silly little salute and she left the community center vestibule behind to prepare