Claimers: I own them. Which I am now typing as "I onw them". A change is as good as a rest.
Title: Tanya Donelly owns the line. It is from "So Much Song". Lyrics from "Keeping You".
 
 
You landed here from inner space,
You landed with that screwed-up look on your face,
I wanted you from way back when,
 
I wanted you for years, then years again.
 
 
Lucy's POV
 
LaOC XLI - I Know My Name Has Not Been Easy On Your Lips
 
What happened?
Oh... OH!
Almost death of God, sort of serious.
Where is she?
 
I lift my head off the bed to see Elle staring out of my window.
 
'Ellie, did you take advantage of me while I was out?'
 
She turns round, rolls her eyes, then goes back to looking out of the window.
 
'Elle? What's wrong? Tell Aunty Lucy... Oh, you know, if I'm your aunt, that means you...'
 
'Lucy! I'm oddly enough not in the mood for this.'
 
'Do you want to get naked first then? Would that get you in the moooood? Keep that look for Angels that care. Oh, sweet cheeks, I'm kidding. I'm trying to cheer up that sad face of yours.'
 
She lets out a seriously theatrical sigh, then throws her hands up in the air.
 
'Lucy? Can I have a moment of reflection please?'
 
'I have mirrors on my ceiling. You can reflect lying in bed with me if you want. Ooo, I'll take that grimace as a no then, shall I?'
 
Her hands pretend to throttle some invisible person.
Probably me.
I think I'm getting on her nerves.
Nothing like testing the mental capacity of someone by pissing them off.
Just checking to see if I fried her brain.
 
'Lucy, stop being so transparent.'
 
'Transparent? Can you see my underwear then? No, wait. I'm not wearing any! Elle, you whore, keep your eyes off my bod.'
 
She sits down on the bed and flops back.
She's ever so cute.
I roll on to my side, and start rubbing her nearest shoulder.
 
'Ellie Wellie, you're tense. Has Disclawed been neglecting you in the bedroom again? Look, I'm with someone now, but I'll help you out this once. Come on, take your clothes off.'
 
And there we have it.
A God volcano!
 
'Lucy, I would rather remove my own fingernails with a pair of pliers than have sex with you! I need to think. Either be very quiet, which will be almost impossible for you, or I'm going back to my place.'
 
'Pliers? Foreplay! Wonderful. I'll get naked now then.'
 
I get up in front of her and pretend to try to undo my dress, but feign not being able to reach the zip behind me.
 
'Scrummy-pie? Can you get this with your teeth, please?'
 
'I'm ignoring you.'
 
I straddle her waist and kiss her forehead, and I almost see a smile.
No, there it is, a real one.
 
'No "thank you's" for saving your life? I could have killed myself trying. And what do I get for being so wonderful? Nothing. Not even a grope.'
 
I stare down at her, and she takes my face in her hands.
 
'Thank you, Lucy.'
 
With that she pulls my face in to hers and gives me a chaste, but ever so slow kiss.
My eyes flutter closed.
Don't sigh, Lucy, it's so pathetic.
And, dare I say it, last season.
Last season?
A name pops in my head.
Cordelia.
 
I pull back off her and get up, smoothing my clothes off.
 
'Yes, well... glad you found the time to thank me.'
 
'My pleasure, Luce. Do my girls and boys know I'm ok?'
 
'Yes they do. When I was unconscious I manage to whisk my soul upstairs to let them all know I'd saved your ass, and ravished you. They were a bit pissed off you weren't a virgin anymore, but I told them you lost that about three hundred thousand years ago. After they picked their jaws off the floor and slipped their eye-balls back in, I got a bouquet for my efforts and a gold carriage clock.'
 
I love it when she laughs like that.
Nice to hear.
 
'I should let them know I'm alive. Thank you for helping me, and for not peeling off my clothes in the process. Although if I find any hickeys on parts of me that should have been covered up, I'll...'
 
'Buy me some sexy undies? Slip into bed with me and help me play with my G-spot? Keep my breasts warm with your tongue?'
 
'Punch your lights out! Oh, and don't think I've forgotten. You're with someone? You saying that is almost akin to marriage. I think we have to get together soon and...'
 
'No! Stop there. Leave me with some hope, Ellie.'
 
I jump on top of her, and playfully nuzzle her neck.
She slaps my shoulder, then pushes me over on to the bed.
Then she pins me down, kisses my nose, and... how odd?
She pulls me up and gives me a big hug.
 
Perks of the job.
Literally; you should see my nipples.
 
'You are the best nemesis a girl could have. I won't forget what you did today. Thank. You.'
 
She punctuates the last two words, with kisses.
Then laughs a little, grabs my face and pulls me in for a sizzler of a lip lock!
I wish I'd worn panties now.
I hope I haven't left a wet patch on the bed.
 
With that, she gets off me, curtsies, and flashes out of my bedroom.
 
I fall back on the bed, piteously.
 
Playing me at my own game?
Shame on her!
 
God is the biggest bitch going.
 
 
 
But, ooo. I love her for it!