Ink on Film: Neon

Fandom: The Practice

Series: Photomosaic

Title: Ink on Film: Neon

Author: Carla

Rating: R

Pairing: LH/RK

Disclaimers: I am not David E. Kelley, never have been, never will be. Therefore these characters are not mine. If they were Marla Sokoloff would still have a job. This original work of fiction however is mine.

Archiving: This and all my other delusional flights of fancy can be found at http://www.realmoftheshadow.com/carla.htm

Feedback: Well now I find that I am partial to it so if you are inclined to share it then I am inclined to get it. Seriously though feedback the good, the bad and the ugly can be sent directly to me at cmfloresfd@yahoo.com

Author’s Note(s):

1: In terms of the timeline of this series this fic takes place after Yellow Hues but before Sombra y Negativo.

2: If mere ideas of two adult women, of vastly different ages, being sexual together squicks you, then don’t read it. You have been warned.

3: The following fic is a direct result of what happens when you spend eight hours a day selling calendars at the mall. Lets just say you can only straighten up and dust the calendars so many times a day before utter boredom sets in and your mind wanders.

Enjoy

Ink on Film: Neon

Roberta peered at Lucy over the top of giant teddy bear her young lover was carrying and smiled. They had decided to take advantage of New York City’s famed public transportation system and ride the bus uptown to their hotel from Little Italy and the Feast of San Genaro.

"So where did you learn to shoot like that again and why, might I add, do you know how to shoot in the first place?"

"Personal safety, Lindsay gave all the women in our office shooting lessons at the local gun club for Christmas two years ago." Lucy said blandly.

"Your kidding", Roberta asked incredulously.

"Actually yeah I am. My dad used to take me target shooting when I was a kid."

"I see and why was that?"

Lucy shrugged "Father / daughter time. What can I say, he was lost without my mom. Any way it works out for you or don’t you like your fifty dollar bear", Lucy winked at Roberta. "I could have given it to that really cute girl that was standing next to you the whole time. I think she was checking me out."

"Why wouldn’t she." Roberta felt a brief stab of jealousy melt away in the light of Lucy’ smile and the love she saw directed at her.

They rode in companionable silence till it was time for them to get off the uptown bus and catch the cross-town to Times Square where their hotel was. Roberta checked the posted schedule to see when the next bus was due to arrive. "You want me to hold that sweetheart?" she held her hand out for the bear.

"I’m fine. When’s the next bus scheduled?"

"It should be here in about ten minutes. We could take a taxi if you want."

Lucy thought about it for a moment, "No I think I can make it."

"I told you not to have that last fruit smoothie," Roberta teased as she held up her hand for a taxi. One immediately pulled up to the curb in front of the couple. Roberta held the door open for Lucy to get in. "C’mon I’m having the same issue."

The ride to the hotel was a short one, shorter even then that afternoon’s trip from Penn Station had been. They rode in silence, hands clasped together behind cover of the bear which sat on the seat between them. The taxi pulled up to the hotel and Lucy almost knocked the poor unsuspecting doorman over in her haste to get out of the car. "Bobbi…"

"Go I’ve got it. I’ll see you upstairs." Roberta chuckled to herself as she paid the driver. It was always the same with Lucy, they would arrive at their destination and the younger woman would dash off to find the nearest restroom. It was with this in mind that she had hailed the cab in the first place. She stopped at the front desk to request a wake up call and to confirm that the flowers she’s ordered earlier had been delivered while they were out.

"Yes Ma’am they were. I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of having them taken to your room."

"That’s fine. Thank you."

"And your wake up call is for nine o’clock", the clerk typed something into his computer finishing with a slight flourish. "That’s all set up then for you Ma’am. Is there anything else I might help you with?"

"No thank you." Roberta turned in time to see the elevator doors closing behind Lucy. "Actually," she turned back to the concierge’s desk. "Could you recommend a good place for breakfast?"

/ / / / / / / / /

Roberta heard the snick indicating her key card had successfully disengaged the lock when the door to their room jerked open and she was yanked inside.

"I think someone’s been in our room", Lucy hissed. "I left the light on when we went out and it was turned off when I got here." The petite brunette shot Roberta a look when the older woman laughed. "What’s so funny about that maybe we should call hotel security."

"It’s okay sweetheart." Roberta flicked on the light switch, "See I had them deliver those for you." She indicated a small floral arrangement consisting of midnight roses and nightshade tulips, Lucy’ favorites, sitting on the coffee table. "The bellhop must have turned off the light is all." They both stepped further into the room. Roberta dropped the teddy bear on the bed on her way to the windows and the spectacular light show that was Times Square at night. "Come look," she urged the younger woman.

Lucy joined Roberta at the window. "Wow! That is amazing…simply spectacular. It’s even better than last year, like something out of the movies. " Lucy’ voice trailed off but the look on her face spoke volumes as to her delight and tugged at Roberta’s heart.

Roberta moved to stand just behind Lucy. She ran her hand lightly over Lucy’ back, smiling at her lover’s reflection in the windowpane when the action elicited a shiver and a low moan. Roberta brought her other hand up to hold dark tresses up baring the creamy white skin of Lucy’ neck and shoulder to the older woman’s eager gaze. She kissed Lucy’ shoulder and nuzzled the soft spot at the base of her neck before taking the girl’s earlobe between even white teeth and gently biting down.

"That tickles," Lucy giggled. Wriggling out of Roberta’s embrace so that she could turn around to face the older woman she brought her head down for a kiss. "I had a great time tonight." Lucy smiled and stroked Roberta’s cheek with a fingertip that conveniently found it’s way down the column of the older woman’s neck and into the vee of her shirt. She continued talking quietly, "Thank you for bringing me here…for this trip for everything really."

Roberta took a step forward forcing Lucy back a half step so that she was half seated / half leaning against the windowsill with Roberta standing in the space between her legs. Roberta ran her hands up Lucy’ thighs, under her skirt, as she bent her head towards Lucy. Twining her hands in silver blonde hair Lucy licked at Roberta’s lower lip seeking entrance into her lover’s heat. The kiss deepened, their hips began a slow grind. When they parted Roberta brought her hand up to stroke the side of Lucy’ face, fingertips lightly ghosting over Lucy’ lips.

"You don’t need to thank me. The pleasure is all mine, believe me when I say that."

"I’d say it’s mutual but we could test that theory if you’d like." Lucy nipped playfully at Roberta’s finger before drawing it into the heat of her mouth.

"I suppose we could," Roberta husked out.

Lucy shivered in anticipation as the long smoldering embers of her desire for the older woman roared to life. She felt her nipples harden, every inch of her skin on fire under Roberta’s appraising gaze and nimble fingers as her lover began to undress her. Lucy watched mesmerized as perfectly manicured fingers undid the buttons of her shirt and deftly slid inside to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin of her abdomen. Muscles jumped involuntarily and Lucy groaned.

Lucy slid her hands up Roberta’s arms, across her clavicles to grasp the lapels of Roberta’s blouse. She’d meant to mirror Roberta’s own actions of moments before but the feel of the older woman’s thumbs lightly grazing her aching nipples obliterated all thoughts but one. Any pretense of decorum, of a leisurely pace in their love making went out the window as Lucy ripped open Roberta’s shirt, buttons scattered everywhere and Lucy was vaguely aware of one whizzing past her head to ricochet off the window pane behind her.

"Lucy," Roberta panted out as Lucy’ lips attached themselves to newly exposed skin. Lucy’ hands returned to Roberta as she eagerly slid the now ruined blouse from her lover’s shoulders. Lucy licked her way across her lover’s collarbone, tongued the hollow of her throat then began to suckle at the jugular pulse point on Roberta’s neck. "Luce, oh God…Lucy." Roberta moaned her knees buckled and she sagged slightly against Lucy as desire shot through her to pool between her legs.

Roberta’s hands began to untie Lucy’ wraparound skirt. She pulled away just enough to pull the skirt off of the smaller woman. Then she sank to her knees, kissing her way down Lucy’ torso as she did so. "I love you Lucy Hatcher." Roberta caught Lucy’ chocolate brown gaze with her own blue-gray one. "I’ve loved this past year with you. Coming home to you, building a life with you…everything with you." Her eyes never left Lucy’ while she spoke but her hands had begun massaging, kneading the smooth flesh of Lucy’ thighs gently urging them further apart. Roberta kissed the inside of Lucy’ right knee then began to lick and nip her way up Lucy’ inner thigh.

"Bobbi…Roberta," Lucy panted out. Her right hand wound itself in blonde tresses stilling her lover’s leisurely exploration. Roberta looked up at her from her position on the floor and Lucy felt her arousal rocket through the roof. God it just gets better and better, she thought to herself. "Look at the time." Roberta’s gaze traveled to the bedside clock across the room, the red numbers glowed showing it was exactly one minute past midnight. Lucy pulled Roberta to her feet so that they were more or less eye to eye. "Happy Anniversary my love," she whispered before claiming Roberta’s lips with her own.

They were still awake, enraptured with each other when the sun came up hours later.

Carla

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