Lup/luc lingerie

"Babe," Lup says, instead of /hello/ or /may I come in?/ as she barges into Lucretia's quarters, "you still down to f-- fuuuh. Fuck."

Despite the rude entrance, Lucretia smiles at her girlfriend's slack-jawed expression. "You're early. Didn't get time to put on any makeup."

"N-No it's… you look… /wow/, babe." Her face twists into a manic grin as she unabashedly eyes Lucretia up and down and up again. Lucretia has never been much for vanity, but even she has to admit that when she looked at herself in the mirror, she liked what she saw.

Deep red velvet material with pink floral appliqué. She'd scored it at a market at their last planet; one of a kind, the lady at the market had told her. The bralette fit perfect, cris-crossing down her ribs almost to the band of her high-waisted matching panties. The currency at that planet was hair plucked fresh from your head, and she had suffered quite the bald spot for it, but the sacrifice feels worth it for the way it sits on her skin.

Lup's eyes stay on her hips, and Lucretia smooths the material covering them, a little self-conscious. She watches her girlfriend lick her lips, lurch half a step forward.

"Goddammit, that fuckin' bitch."

Lucretia's eyes bulge at that. Not what she expected. Then suddenly Lup is unbuttoning her own blouse, /wow/, okay, talk about mixed signals, and--

/Oh./

That effing B indeed.

"She told you it was one of a kind too, huh?" Lup smirks, one hand coming up in a frustrated facepalm.

Lucretia can't be /too/ mad, though, with an eyeful of Lup's chest in plain sight, accented beautifully by the same burgundy velvet and pink embroidery.

"I mean, at least you look good?" Lucretia offers, coming closer to inch the blouse further off Lup's shoulders.

"Yeah," her hands find Lucretia's waist, "you too. Think you broke my brain with your hotness for a second there."

Lucretia feels her cheeks warm at the affection. "Wait until I see the rest of you, I'll probably look just as dumb as you did."

"Hey!! But also: aww, babe…"

Lup's shirt falls to the floor, and she kisses Lucretia so hard and close that red velvet rubs against red velvet.