It's your fault, you wanted a second part, so here you go :D
___________________________(Lockwood's POV this time)
Her warm body was pressed against mine, I could feel her lips against my neck. Her short hair tickled my shoulder, I could smell her shampoo.
She sat on my lap, her strong legs on my sides, her hands laying on my chest. I nestled on her bra, but I had no idea how it worked. She giggled, opened it and pulled it off her shoulders.
She took my hands and put them on her breasts. I was a little overwhelmed by how straight forward she was, but it really turned me on at the same time.
She kissed me with a smile on her lips while her fingers slowly reached into my boxer briefs. I felt a pleasant little shock going through my body, making its way to the middle. My nails dug slightly into her skin as a reflex, she chuckled and pushed me back onto the bed.
I was facing the ceiling, feeling her hand under the fabric of my underwear. I couldn't help but let out a little moan while biting my lip. I noticed that my legs were shaking and my hands automatically gripped the bedsheets. She was so damn hot."Hey, wake up! Lockwood!"
I jumped and sat up straight in my bed, sweating. My legs were trembling. I wiped loose strands of hair out of my face.
"Nightmare?" Holly tilted her head at me.
I nodded, still panting, "Yeah, you could say that. What's so urgent?"
She raised her brows, "It's 1 pm. You've got a client coming in ten minutes."
"I'll be down in a second."
She left the room while I fell back into the bed. Shit. I took off my shirt, I was still hot and shakey. Nightmare. Tss. Maybe the dream hadn't been one, but the situation sure was.
I got up, stiff legged (not only my legs were stiff for obvious reasons) and crossed the hall into the bathroom. I took a quick shower to get body and mind back where they belonged, then I quickly got dressed and went downstairs.
My head was still spinning from that dream and I really didn't like it. It felt weird, especially since I was about to face Lucy "at work".
It had been awkward between us ever since the kiss a week ago at Mr Penn's dinner party and now it would only become worse. Kiss was the understatement of the year.
"Morning." Lucy was sitting on the kitchen table with a cup of tea in her hand. She smiled sheepishly and pretended to read the newspaper, but I knew her, she always left reading the news to me.
"Hi Luce." I smiled and went to make tea.
"Make a whole kettle, Lockwood, he's here." Holly just passed the kitchen and went straight to the door, "I've seen him from the window."
I heard her open the door and greet our client. I quickly put on the kettle, George handed me tea while he hectically put together a few snacks on a tablet. Lucy added a few cups to hers and carried them into the living room, I had to hold myself back not to watch her go.
We assembled in the library where Holly had led our client, Mr Devenport, a middle aged man with sad eyes. He wore a brown boring suit and brown boring shoes, had fading boring brown hair and also looked like his personality would be as brown and boring as everything else. I suppressed a sigh and introduced myself, then we settled down.
"Mr. Devenport, how can Lockwood and Co help you?"
His voice sounded exactly how I had imagined, flat and weirdly high, "I have a cat that keeps screaming in the middle of the night. She screams at nothing and everything gets really cold. Also there are so many cobwebs."
Boring, but at least straight to the point.
"In your house?" I asked.
"In my cellar."
"Do you have knowledge about the history of the house?" that was Lucy.
I used the opportunity to glance at her. Her hair was a little bit messy, otherwise she looked professional and up to kick some ass. She was wearing her usual skirt, leggings and pullover. I couldn't help but imagine her without that, especially after last night. Why was she so unnecessarily beautiful?
"Mr. Lockwood?"
"Sorry?"
"I just asked if you'll take the case!" Devenport had lifted a questioning eyebrow?
"Oh, uh, of course. Yes, we will."
"Thank you, that's good to hear. When can you start?"
I hesitated, Holly jumped in, "We can come over tonight. It won't be a long case I guess, also you gave us all the info we need, so George won't have to do anymore research."
Ah. Good to know. Have I really been watching Lucy for the whole meeting? I seriously needed to get it together, not paying attention to clients, no matter how boring, was not the Lockwood way.
After our conversation we accompanied him to the door and watched him leave, then we went back to the kitchen.
"Are you okay, Lockwood? You completely spaced off earlier." George looked worried.
I smiled, "Yes, I just didn't sleep well." That wasn't quite true, actually I had slept too well.
"So, it's just a Type One, I could do it alone if you guys want." Lucy crossed her arms.
I hesitated, then I shook my head, "No, I'm coming with you."
She frowned, "Really?"
I didn't answer, just nodded, smiled and left the kitchen. We needed some time alone, we needed to talk. It would be really awkward and uncomfortable, but I couldn't go on like that. I was losing my professionalism and with that my mind.
We gathered our stuff around seven pm, the guy's house was downtown and we would need about fifteen minutes to get there. I was nervous, but I tried to not let it show since it was already awkward enough.
We took the cab around quarter to eight and arrived five past. It was already getting dark and Devenport was grateful when we arrived. He wanted to get it done, so did we.
He led us into the cellar, told us where the cat had cried and hurried back his warm cozy apartment.
We set up an iron circle and sat down in it. It was a tiny cellar, taking temperature readings was unnecessary, we were basically squeezed in with the ghost-to-be.
"Now we wait?" Lucy asked.
I nodded, "Now we wait. Do you want chocolate?"
"Yeah, thanks."
I handed her pieces, then we fell silent. We sat there for a while watching the lantern flicker, waiting for an undead.
"Lockwood, why are you here?" she didn't look at me.
"To get rid of that ghost."
"Oh shut up, why are you really here?"
I sighed, "I don't know, to be honest. I guess... We need to talk, Luce. About what happened between us."
She raised an eyebrow, "While on a case? In a dark cobwebby cellar? That's when you want to talk?"
I shrugged, "Neither of us can run from it now."
She smirked, "Yeah, I guess we would do that. So...?"
I looked at her, trying to find words, "It wasn't really just a cover, was it?"
She chuckled, "You tell me, you started it!"
She was right, I had started it. I had done it to cover our tracks for going through the purse of a suspect of ours. At least that was what I've been telling myself, but I knew that the very short dress she had worn that day had done its part as well. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to feel either, really.
"You looked really beautiful that day. I was confused." I scratched my head.
She groaned, "Oh, you're going to pull the" she was asking for it "card? Great."
"No! That's not what I meant, I just... I was confused because I've never felt like this before. And then there was this stressful situation and it seemed like a good idea at that time. But it wasn't, Luce, it really wasn't, I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking about it and it gets worse and worse! I'm having...dreams! You make me feel so... I can't get you out of my head!"
She wasn't looking at me," Well, you'll have to. The ghost's appeared. "We took care of it quickly. It was an old woman, the grandmother of Devenport apparently, she just stood there and waited for us to spread out iron, salt and lavender.
We didn't talk much, just to Devenport to tell him that we were done. The cab arrived ten minutes later, we still didn't talk. It wasn't the right time, it was as if we both knew to wait for later.
It was quarter to eleven when we came home. George had already gone to bed, Holly had left. Without having to ask I went to make tea. Lucy waited in the library, I braced myself for more awkwardness.
The tea took a while, so I had time to prepare my words, but actually I didn't really know what to say. I had never been in such a situation! Yes, of course, I had always felt closer to Lucy than to anyone else, but not in a literal way.
I came back to the library, Lucy was staring into the fire. Her face was lit up by warm orange light and gave her a fire goddess vibe. She was exceptionally beautiful, with and without dress.
"So... Let's keep talking?" she smiled and took a cup.
I nodded, "Well, I already told you, can't get you out of my head etc, your turn."
I sat down next to her and stared into the fire. She shifted on her couch seat, it felt good to know that she was just as uncomfortable.
"Well, I can't say that it wasn't terrible. It was okay, I guess." she shrugged.
"Okay? Aha."
"Jesus Christ, it was really good! I can't stop thinking about it either, okay?" she blushed "But what if it was just due to the excitement? I mean, it was my first kiss, what about you?"
I blushed as well, "Yeah. Maybe you're right. But what if I can't forget it? You're a good kisser, you know?"
She grinned, "Am I? Well, I have an idea."
"Yes, please."
"Why don't we... try it again, see what it does?"
I examined her, she seemed to be serious, "I guess we could try. Now?"
She laughed embarrassedly, "I'd rather do it without George creeping in the background."
We exchanged a slightly scared look, then I straightened my back, "Okay, then..."
She rose up a little, too, "Do you go first or..."
I hesitated, then I gingerly tilted my head, so did she. We both closed our eyes, I could feel my stomach tingling with excitement. Suddenly I felt her soft warm lips on mine and my heart immediately began to beat like a drum.
It was just a peck at first, but our lips found each other again. Automatically my hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her closer. Neither of us had to think about how real it felt. We both knew that it felt right.
She rested her arms on my shoulders so that she leaned on me. I pulled her onto my lap, breathing in her scent. She tasted of chocolate and tea, her warmth weirdly gave me chills.
It was like in my dream, her body against mine, her hands all over my chest. Eventually her fingers played with the buttons of my shirt until they opened, from there everything went its way. Lucy got rid of my shirt and her pullover while I kissed her neck. She had the slightest hint of perfume on her, probably from yesterday, it was still Lucy after all.
My skin was burning under her touch, my head spinning from desire. To my surprise I managed the bra on the first try, although I was overwhelmed by the fact that her tongue had made its way between my lips which felt way too good to just concentrate on one thing.
She was still sitting on my lap when I lifted her up a little, layed her down and climbed on top. I kissed her chest, making her giggle. Her fingers were tangled with my hair, strands fell into my eyes.
I went back to her face, kissing her smiling mouth while my fingers intertwined with hers, piercing her onto the sofa.
"You're moving." she breathed in between kisses.
"What? Of course I am, what are you on about?"
She grinned, "No, I mean... He's moving."
I blushed, "Sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. Actually I would be pissed if you weren't right now."
I shook my head, chuckling, "Don't flatter yourself, anyone would move like that if someone is grabbing their butt."
She smirked and whispered, "I couldn't keep my hands off you."
She nestled on my belt, but I took her hands, "Luce, do you really want that?"
She nodded.
"Okay, because first: what about protection? Second: I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have George burst in like always does."
She smiled, "Let's take it upstairs then. And about the protection, I've been taking birth control against my period pain for two months now, so I've got it covered."
I frowned, then laughed, "You've really got it planned out."
I gasped as her hand slipped into my trousers. She found what she was looking for and grinned, "You have no idea what you stumbled into."
No I hadn't. But it turned out to be a good idea to go upstairs, I can tell you that.