Lucy Spinks (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} addingvalue) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Now you're talking my language," Lucy said, grinning as she pulled her hair into a low ponytail. It was fascinating seeing Richard outside his role as her employer. Not that he was one of those people who tried to put himself above his employees in the office, but everyone was so busy, popping in and out, that Lucy hadn't had time to form much more than a fleeting impression of him. Sometimes, because of his position, she forgot that he only had a few years on her. Here, though, he was acting much more like the twentysomething he was.
Lucy clapped his mid-stride clothing change, both because it was impressive and because she sort of liked this showing-off side of him. He wasn't flaunting his wealth, though he obviously could have done, but rather his skill and passion. She followed, securing the helmet's chinstrap as she went. "You seem to have thought of everything," she said with a smirk of her own. "And you didn't even have me to organise it all for you."
She mounted more carefully than he had, mostly so she wouldn't accidentally clock him with a flailing limb. At his instruction, she settled herself low against the broom, heart already beating faster in anticipation. She was unselfconscious as he arranged himself behind her, lining them up in close proximity. "Ready," she agreed, smiling. "Show me what you can do."