A/N: Here's my second chapter! I hope you all will like it! Please review and comment!

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Lockwood & Co. as you know, Jonathan Stroud does.

Chapter 2

Lucy's P.O.V.

The next morning I open my eyes and find Lockwood's arm wrapped around my waist. I turn around slowly, so I don't wake him. Aww, he looks so beautiful sleeping, I think as I gently grab his arm and lift it carefully off of me and put it by his side.

I try to get off the bed without a noise. Great! The bed squeaked! I turn to look at him to check, and he's still sleeping peacefully. I walk slowly out of the room, the floor creaking and squeaking like crazy. Oh my god! Is everything against him sleeping today? I'm just trying to walk quietly over here! I think as I somehow manage to trip on my clothes, in a heap on the floor.

Whew! It didn't make a loud noise! I finally get up and notice he's still sleeping. What? Is like a really heavy sleeper?! I chuckle under my breath at the thought.

I get my un-used makeup bag and walk out of the room. I finally get to the bathroom. Before I open the bag I hear a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I ask, slightly irritated, standing in front of the mirror as I open my black makeup bag. "Can I come in?" Lockwood asks.

"Weren't you sleeping?!" I question, surprised that he's up. "No actually, I've been awake this whole time. I woke up before you. Can I come in?" He tells me and asks again. I realize that I'm only in my underwear and bra, and I think about not letting him in. But, he's seen me like this all morning anyway. So, I decided to let him in. I unlock the door and saunters in wearing a shirt and some long pajama pants. "Hi," he says as I turn around to look in the mirror again. "What are you doing?" He asks hugging me from behind, putting his head on my shoulder.

"Er um I was actually about to put some makeup on," I say to him. "And it's for you." "Oh," he frowns, "don't, you don't need to make up. I'm never going to like you for how much stuff you put on your face." His words make me frown too, "you're already beautiful enough for me, and besides I love you for you." He adds, bringing a smile to my face. He hugs me even tighter and I close the make up bag.

I turn around to face him. I get on my tippy toes, him leaning his head down a little, and I kiss his lips.

"Guys... I told you both not to kiss everywhere you go in the house." George says staring at us from the other end of the hallway, where his bedroom door is. He was about to go downstairs, to make breakfast I'm guessing.

"Wait, Lucy, are you wearing anything over yourself?!" He asks and both Lockwood and I look down and found that Lockwood's shirt was only covering my underwear and bra a bit.

Lockwood moved in front of me, embarrassed. "Oh! Hush up, Lockwood's shirt was covering most of me," I said with a smirk, peeking around from the side of Lockwood. "Just put some clothes on!" He yells as he runs downstairs.

"My god, George! Calm down!" Lockwood yells down to him, "don't worry, next time you'll find me on top of Lucy, naked, in your bed!" Lockwood teases and laughs. I feel my face get hot and I bury my face into Lockwood's back and he laughs again.

I run into my new room/Lockwood's room and open the drawers, looking for a towel, I place it on the bed. "Lockwood, can you close the door," I ask him as he enters the room.

"Ooohhh... what for?" He asks sounding very interested, a smile growing on his face. He gets closer to me, his hands getting a hold of my waist.

"I'm taking a shower," I say plainly, looking up at him. "Oh..." he replies in a disappointed tone. He takes his hands off of my waist and turns reluctantly to leave.

I take his hands putting them back on my waist, I leave his hands there and cup his face in my hands. I get on my tippy toes, "we'll have time for that later." I smile at him and kiss his lips softly and get back on my feet."Now get out!" I say jokingly, pushing him out of the room.

I finish showering, go to the room and put something I'd never put on before in my whole life. I put on a blue tank top with a leather black jacket. My pants were black skinny jeans. God! These are really skinny! I thought.

I got some combat boots that matched the color of the jacket, the boots had small designs on the side and they had a bit of heel.

I walk down the steps, eager to see Lockwood, to the kitchen. "Hey guys!" I smile, George's eyes go wide as he turns around to look at me. "You loo-look nice," George says and Lockwood turns around too, annoyed at George for checking me out. "Wow," Lockwood's jaw drops to the floor as he gawks at me.

"Lucy! Wow, you look-you look gorgeous," Lockwood stands up and sits back down, not knowing what to do. "Guess what? Kipps needs help tonight, at this place called 'The Horrible Citadel of Horror'. Apparently, it's been haunted for years," George says, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, I'm sorry, should I just go get changes? I didn't know," I say getting a bit disappointed. "No, you look fine like that." Lockwood smiles looking over at me.

"He's right, Holly used to wear stuff like that, and no one cared then, so doesn't really matter that much," George says carelessly.

"Oh ok," I laugh and I walk over to sit beside Lockwood, but he grabs me and sits me on his lap and I feel my face get pink. George just ignores us, knowing that we're going to be like this even if he objects.

"My real question is... since when does Quill Kipps ever ask for our help?" Lockwood says, taking a bite from a piece of bread. "Well is this place really bad?" I ask George, taking a piece of Lockwood's bread.

"Yeah, it is-" George gets cut off by Lockwood, "yeah but I mean... it's Kipps we're talking about, he asked for our help, we didn't ask him if we could help. You get what I'm saying?" Lockwood says, waving his piece of bread around.

"Ok, so should we get ready? Or is it at night?" I ask. "It's at night, but I think we should get our stuff ready now anyway," says George.

"Ok then," I try getting up, but Lockwood's iron grip doesn't let me move an inch. "May I?" I turn my head to face Lockwood. "What happened to we'll have time for that later?" He whispers seductively in my ear, and I chuckle.

He begins to kiss my neck, uhhh is he forgetting that George is still here?! "Ughh! You guys are so disgusting! Just stop already, you can do it privately, but not right in front of my face while I'm trying to eat my breakfast!" George screams at us, getting up from his seat and taking his plate loaded with donuts and runs upstairs.

"Don't worry, we'll have time... I just don't think that we'll be able to today," I frown at him, still trying to pull myself off Lockwood.

"Fine" he whispers, he turns me around cupping my face in his warm hands and begins to kiss me again, deeply and passionately and (of course) I kiss him back.

I pull away from him after a while, "ok, that's enough for now, I'm going to go get ready." I say, finally wiggling free of Lockwood's firm grasp. "Are you absolutely sure about that?" Lockwood asks. "Yes-" Lockwood cuts me off and gives me a small peck on the lips. Then, he gets up and goes upstairs to get ready.

A/N: That's the end of chapter two! I really enjoyed writing it! Please comment!