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fembuckAuthor: Janine
Fandom: The Hollows
Pairing: Rachel/Ivy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Rachel and Ivy have a girl’s night out, but things don't exactly go according to plan.
PART II
“I like this song,” Ivy murmured, her soft, sonorous voice bringing me out of the pleasant daze I had fallen into watching the way the moonlight played over her exquisite features as we made our way back to the church.
I was quiet for a moment as I listened to the radio to determine what song was playing, and then I smiled widely and looked back over at her.
“I thought you would,” I responded a little smugly when I recognized Ella Fitzgerald’s smooth, elegant voice singing “Round Midnight”.
Ivy turned her head to the side and stared at me, one perfect dark eyebrow arching high on her forehead in question. I blushed a little but I didn’t turn away from her. When I had gone out on perhaps the most dangerous platonic non-date date ever with Kisten, when we had been on Saladan’s expensive gambling yacht I had imagined Ivy on the boat, dressed to the nine’s in an elegant evening gown crooning on stage. The song she had been singing in my flight of fancy had been “Round Midnight” and I was perhaps inordinately pleased that she actually liked the song.
“I like the song too,” I said to Ivy, forcing myself not to freak out at the fact that she was still looking at me and not the road. Vampire reflexes, vampire reflexes, vampire reflexes, repeated in my mind over and over again. “It made me think of you once,” I continued smiling a little as my eyes drifted away from her shyly for a moment. “I like that you like it too.”
Ivy watched me for a second longer, and then a small smile touched her lips, the small smile turning into a dangerously sexy smirk a few seconds later. It used to make me extremely uncomfortable when she looked at me like that, but this time instead of fear it sent of shiver of excitement and anticipation through my body.
“It begins to tell/'round
“My mind is a strange and mysterious place,” I responded dryly before my lips curved up as well.
Ivy laughed lightly, the sound of it sending little tingles throughout my body. She turned her gaze towards the road, and I settled against the back of the Mercedes seat, snuggling into my jacket and watched her. A few moments later, she turned back to me and murmured, “I’ve always thought so.”
“Ha ha,” I replied, making at face at her. She smiled at that, and then turned her eyes towards the road again. I watched her thoughtfully, the memory of her sweet voice lingering in my head. “Sing some more,” I said softly, the words out of my mouth before I realized that I was speaking.
Ivy glanced over at me, and then inclined her head, silently agreeing to sing. She remained quiet for a moment, listening to the radio and then picked up the song again, falling in line perfectly with the voice on the radio.
“Let our hearts take wings'/'round
“Why’d you stop?” I asked, my eyes opening slowly. I knew that the song wasn’t over yet.
“I don’t like this part,” Ivy breathed out, the refrain ‘Feelin' sad/really gets bad/Round...Round...Round...Mid...night...” creating a haunting background for her words before Ella Fitzgerald’s voice faded away as well.
“Me either,” I breathed out as the DJs voice filled in the momentary silence left at the end of the song.
I reached out and took Ivy’s hand in mine, squeezing it warmly as a new song started up. She looked over at me and smiled, and I returned the expression, squeezing her hand once again for emphasis before she turned back to the road.
When we pulled into the driveway of the church, my fingers were still firmly entwined with Ivy’s.
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Ivy’s nervousness was palpable once we were back at the church. She made it look graceful, but I knew her well enough to know that she didn’t quite seem to know what to do with herself once our shoes were safely drying off on the rug by the door, and our jackets were hung. After a moment of indecision, she decided on making coffee. I told her to go on ahead and that I would meet her in the kitchen in a few minutes.
She nodded distractedly, probably assuming at that I had to go to the bathroom or something, and with one last lingering look at me headed towards the back of the church.
I headed towards my room once Ivy was on her way to the kitchen and closed the door softly behind me once I was inside. I went to my closet and carefully pulled out the vampire dating guide Ivy had given me when we first moved in together so that I would stop pushing her buttons all of the time. Later, I realized that in addition to getting me to stop sexually frustrating her all the time, she was also hoping that one day I would use the guide to intentionally push her buttons.
This was her lucky night.
There was a time to talk and a time to act, and this was one of those acting times. I was high on Ivy and the exciting emotions coursing through me and I wanted to keep the pleasant feelings going. We would have to talk, I knew that. The change in our relationship was bound to lead to complications, many complications knowing the two of us, but I didn’t want to deal with all of that right then. If this was going to be the honeymoon portion of our relationship, I wanted my wedding night bliss.
I knew that I was going to have to make the first move. Ivy’s hesitance at the club, and her nervousness upon returning to our home led me to believe that she was still somewhat uncertain what I was thinking and feeling, and I was certain that she wouldn’t try to make the first move, which left it up to me.
I took the vampire dating guide and moved over to my bed. Opening the guide up, I flipped to the page on vampire turn-ons and briefly re-read them. I already knew them all by heart, I had been living with them at the back of mind for a year, but I was nervous, and rereading them helped calm me. Finally, after scanning the words I already knew by heart for a few minutes, I put the book aside and stood up.
I moved over to my closet once more, and removed a thin turtle neck shirt from within. I slipped out of the dress I had been wearing and then pulled the turtle neck over my head and reached for a pair of jeans. Covering up your neck was a very obvious sexual invitation to a vampire. It told them that you wanted them to come to you and take it off, before they took you.
I pulled my frizzy red hair back into stylishly messy pony-tail. I thought about using an amulet to tame the flaming mass of hair, but then I remembered that Ivy had told me that she liked my hair natural one time when I was complaining about my straightening amulet being on the fritz, and I decided to leave my hair as it was.
I took one last look in the mirror, deciding that I looked presentable and then made my way towards the door. Ivy had gotten me a special and very expensive perfume, for Solstice that helped mask my scent, and I had worn it that night knowing that we would be spending a lot of time relatively close together. It was a sensible precaution, but I wished that I hadn’t put it on given the way the night had turned out. I wanted her to smell me. I’d had the perfume on for hours though, and I was sure that the potency of it was starting to fade. Still, I would need to help things along a bit.
As quietly as I could I made my way to Ivy’s bedroom and slipped inside. I didn’t spend much time in Ivy’s bedroom, but I was familiar with the general lay out of it and easily found the light switch. Immediately I moved over to her closet and began to poke around. I knew that she had a black shawl in there, which would be perfect for me to throw over my shoulders. It was easy to remove, and the shawl would combine Ivy’s scent with mine, which lingered on the turtleneck. Ivy was particularly sensitive to our combined scents, and I knew that it would drive her wild, even if my own scent was more muted than normal.
Ah ha! I thought as I found the shawl. I removed it from the closet, and draped it over my shoulder, taking a moment to rearrange it before I turned my attention towards the door.
Taking a deep breath, I then headed towards the door. It was time to get my ‘come hither’ on.
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“What did you fall i…?” Ivy began to say as I walked into the room. However, as she caught sight (and scent) of me, her words stopped abruptly and she stared at me opened mouth for a moment, before powerfully gripping the counter top.
“So,” I said, ignoring her slack-jawed staring. “I hear your recorded family history goes back thousands of years. Care to trace your genealogy for me?” I said moving over to where Ivy was standing, leaning against the counter as sensuously as I could. “Chinese history is a great interest of mine.”
It seemed like a strange choice for a pick up line, but vampires found people inquiring about their family histories to be as hot as eating a jalapeño on an August afternoon. Don’t ask me, I still haven’t figured that one out.
Ivy held out a steaming mug of coffee for me. She had managed to close her mouth.
“No it’s not,” she murmured sounding dazed as I took the mug from her. She seemed more shell-shocked than dangerous at the moment, but the ring of black in her eyes was growing, and I knew that my preparations were having an effect on her.
“Sure it is,” I responded even though she was right. “Tam is Chinese isn’t it? Where along the line did, ‘Wood’ get added into the equation?” I asked my voice lifting at the end to emphasis my interest. “You do have some European in you, don’t you? English perhaps?”
“Rachel.” Ivy’s voice was a low rumble when she spoke, her earlier nervousness and surprise nowhere to be seen as eyes with only a thin ring of brown left in them stared intensely at me.
“Ivy,” I whispered, allowing my hand to drift up to my neck to play with the high collar of my turtleneck, drawing Ivy’s attention to it and keeping it focused there.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Ivy asked. Her eyes were completely black and her voice a deep purr. I was certain that it was taking all of her effort to continue speaking instead of simply emitting a series of low growls.
“Yes,” I told her, meeting her gaze. “Can you promise not to bite?”
Ivy’s tongue peaked out from behind her lips to lick at them, and then she swallowed deeply.
“Yes,” she said softly. “I promise. I won’t bite.” She was gripping the counter top so hard that her knuckles were almost translucent and her body was shaking faintly with the effort to stay were she was until I responded to her. “Can I have you now?”
I shivered, the little girl question being voiced in relation to very big girl desires making me flush with need.
“Yes,” replied, my voice shaking as I took a deep breath. “You can.”
Ivy’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her body shuddered. “Thank you,” she practically moaned, and then she was in front of me … touching.
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“How come you’re so calm now?” I asked as I stretched pleasantly. Ivy was lazily trailing kisses over my stomach. Her eyes were still black as
“Am I?” Ivy asked, not really paying attention to what I was saying as she dipped her tongue into my belly button, flicking it in a playfully erotic way that sent my pulse racing once more. I was, for the moment exhausted, but she didn’t seem to be able to stop touching me, which kept me humming with a low level of excitement. This had been her strategy all night, and if the other times were an indication of how this one would go, I would be sweating and panting and ready for her again in a matter of minutes.
“Yes,” I breathed out, arching up into her touch as she kissed her way between my breasts, her hand moving to cup one as kissed my throat lightly, teasing my pulse point with her tongue, careful to keep any hint of teeth away from it. Okay, I thought as my eyes fluttered, so maybe thinking that I had minutes was a bit presumptuous.
“Dunno,” Ivy murmured. It made me smile. Ivy was an adorable mix of incoherent murmurs, half sighed words, and long eloquent sentences that were in caresses in and of themselves as we made love. This was one of the times that she clearly didn’t give a shit what I was prattling on about however, and as her hand covered my breast and her lips pressed against mine, I didn’t really care what I was talking about either.
“It wasn’t just hunger was it?” I asked a few moments later when she began to trail her lips over my cheek, an idea forming in my mind even as my body began to twist under the attention of her wonderful hands and magical lips once more. “All those times you nearly bit me,” I continued as Ivy lowered her head to my breast to take my nipple into her mouth. “You weren’t just hungry,” I gasped as her tongue began to swirl. “You were horny too,” I declared, the thought sending a spike of arousal through me.
I tangled my fingers in her long dark hair, and held her against me. I imagined her throwing me down on the mats that used to line the floor of the sanctuary, her hand in my pants before we even hit the mat. I pictured her pressing me against the counter, long slim fingers wrapped dangerously against my neck as her other hand slipped under my shirt to cup my breast as she panted words of possession and hunger into my ear. My hips bucked powerfully, and Ivy moaned around my nipple.
“It’s worse when it’s both,” I said realizing that part of her lack of control stemmed from having no way to express her feelings for me.
Ivy’s lips moved from my nipple, and I shivered as the air from the room caressed the damp nub. I trembled again and reached out for her, suddenly wishing that I hadn’t said anything. I’d liked her mouth where it was, doing what it was.
“Yes,” Ivy breathed out, her hand replacing her mouth as she shifted on the mattress, moving up so that her lips could brush against mine. “I still,” she paused and I could feel her breath hitch, “the desire to bite is still there,” she continued kissing me softly as if to apologize for her vampire instincts. “But it’s easier to control, when I can share some intimacy with you,” she continued, my body shuddering as she took my nipple between her fingers and began to roll it. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel,” she moaned, kissing me again, a bit more feverishly this time. “I could come just from looking at you.”
I groaned and arched up into her hand, my own hand moving around to her back, clawing at it. Her words were like fingers on my clit, and I felt myself moisten.
I had never consciously thought much about making love to Ivy before tonight, but even when I accepted that I was attracted to her and that I wanted to pursue that attraction, I hadn’t thought that it would be so good with her. A part of me hadn’t been able to conceive that what two women could do together, could be as pleasurable as what a man and a woman could do. Don’t get me wrong, I thought it would be good. Ivy had made my girly bits tingle enough that I knew that sleeping with her would be a pleasurable experience. I just hadn’t expected it to be so pleasurable. I didn’t expect it to be a fucking revelation. But it was, oh god it was. She may have lacked the parts I was used to, but what she did with what she had was … heavenly.
“I think I’m going to come just from thinking about you,” I panted, my fingernails digging into the swell of her ass as she pinched my nipple and I bucked.
Ivy smiled against my lips as a delighted purr rumbled through her chest. “It helps,” she began picking up our former topic of conversation, “to be able to taste you,” she continued, and I moaned at the thought of where her lips were going to move next.
Ivy hadn’t been idly boasting to Kisten earlier at the club. She did know all the hot spots. She knew how to get there and all the best things to do once she arrived. She had found spots that I hadn’t known existed and made them light up like fireworks from human side of
Even though I wasn’t necessary expecting to have my panties blown off, I wasn’t all that surprised by Ivy’s sexual prowess. Everything about the woman oozed sex, she made eating green beans sensual. I knew that she would please me. I didn’t doubt her skill. What I hadn’t really expected was my own reaction to making love to Ivy. I was attracted to her, and I wanted to touch her and kiss her, but I was very uncertain how I would respond to seeing and touching her girly bits. Guys liked mine and Ivy liked mine, but I wasn’t sure if I would know what to do with hers, or if I would like it once I figured it out.
By the time we made it to her room, half of our clothes were littered in the hallway, and by the time we fell onto her bed, the rest had been removed. I got my first good look at her then, and any fears I’d had were dashed away. I’d never made love to a woman before, but looking at Ivy, my mind filled with all sorts of ideas about what I wanted to do and Ivy was very accommodating in letting me try them all out.
I made her come the first time with my fingers, my mind half awed at how good it felt to be inside of her, how wet and velvety and inviting her womanhood was as my mouth played over her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples as she moaned and twisted under me. The sense of wonder, and power, and affection I felt making Ivy Tamwood moan, and buck, and beg, as she gave herself completely over to pleasure – pleasure I was responsible for – was beyond my ability to express in words.
The second time I made her come, it was with my mouth and it was amazing – which was especially pleasant to discover since I hadn’t thought that it would be very good. I had been nervous as I kissed my way down her stomach, but once I settled between her legs, my nervousness gave way to heady feeling of excitement and anticipation. I breathed in deeply, and the scent of her desire made my head swim. She smelt … so good, and for a second I wondered what making love was like for Ivy with her vampire senses and was, for a moment, irrationally jealous.
Her scent was incredible, but the taste of her, good god the taste of her, was indescribable. An impeccable taste, indeed. The sound that had come out of me as my tongue first parted her lips and her essence rushed into me would have made me blush from head to toe if I hadn’t been so focused on tasting more of her.
There was very little finesse to what I did to her with my mouth, but there was a lot of enthusiasm, and after Ivy came – twice, thank you very much – she actually had to tug my mouth away from her because I didn’t want to move, but I was struggling to breathe.
“It helps,” Ivy continued, kissing my hip and then my thigh, “to feel you moving beneath me.”
Her head dipped between my spread legs and I sighed with pleasure, freely and willingly giving myself over to ‘helping’ Ivy some more.
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The Afternoon After
Ivy was sitting at the kitchen table in nothing but her black silk robe when I entered the kitchen bathed, dressed and ready to face the world. I’d taken care of the dressing part on my own, but the bathing had been done in Ivy’s bathtub with Ivy. That shared bath would definitely be the highlight of my afternoon, but as I made a beeline for the coffee pot, I thought that a warm cup of coffee would be able to bring up a distant second place – at least until the next time I got Ivy without her clothes on. Which I hoped would be soon.
Lured by the intoxicating smell of coffee, I headed straight for the pot and the mug that was sitting beside it waiting for me. Ivy had straightened up in her chair a little when I came into the room, and I knew that she was aware of my presence, but she didn’t say anything so I focused on the coffee and tried to think about whether the lack of a greeting was due to late-onset morning awkwardness or if it was just Ivy’s usual … Ivy-ness.
Coffee poured and fixed to perfection, I leaned back against the counter and took a sip, my eyes closing in ecstasy as the warm liquid slid down my throat. Mm, that hit the spot. A couple more sips and I knew I’d be ready to face the day.
A minute and two sips later I finally opened my eyes again, and let my gaze drift over towards Ivy, my eyes widening in surprise as I did. Ivy had well and truly tuckered me out the night before, and our activities in her bathtub had robbed me of whatever energy I had managed to recuperate during the morning – not that I was complaining. Still, I couldn’t believe that I was quite so tired (or caffeine deprived) that I had managed to miss the full breakfast spread laid out on the island counter waiting for me. Pancakes, bacon, toast, strawberries and honey dew, orange juice and whipped cream. No eggs invited! There was even a small bowl of icing sugar resting beside the waffles.
Ivy had cooked.
“Oh my god,” I exclaimed, staring at the feast before me. “You cooked,” I squeaked in disbelief, lifting my head to look at Ivy. “You cooked a meal of food,” I added knowing that it was a completely ridiculous thing to say, but my befuddled mind was powerless to stop the words from escaping my mouth.
Ivy looked up at that, her eyes catching mine almost immediately. Sunlight was streaming through the window, lighting her from behind, the orange rays catching her eyes, enhancing the gold flecks in them. A large smile spread across her lips, and my breath caught as I gazed at her in wonder. She looked like an angel, a dark, dangerous, predatory, sensual angel, but an angel nonetheless.
She was so relaxed, so loose and calm. I didn’t think I had ever seen her so peaceful, expect for when she was sugared the night before, but even that hadn’t kept her mellow for long. This happiness, this contentment was different. It reached deep down in side of her, permeating every part of her being. She was lounging, in her chair, leaning with a cocky ease, and her robe wasn’t tied tighter than a nun’s knickers for once. Instead, it was loosely knotted, the lazy tie allowing a generous amount of thigh to show as well as tantalizing hint of her perfect, pale breasts. Her smile was easy and sure, and happiness radiated from her like warmth did from a log fire on a cold winter’s night. This wasn’t an artificial happiness brought on by over exposure to vampire pheromones. This was real happiness, it was real contentment, and it was all the more beautiful for it.
My heart seized painfully at the sight of her smile, my own happiness warring with a strong stab of guilt. In the past I had been hard on Ivy sometimes, wishing that she would loosen up, that she wouldn’t be so serious and intense all the damn time; that she wouldn’t tip-toe around me like I would break if we touched. I don’t think that I had ever truly appreciated how difficult living with me had been for her, how much she had sublimated her personality to exist around me. I hadn’t realized how much of her aloofness, her caution and her occasional coldness came from fear. Fear of letting go and feeling without having a safe way express those feelings, fear of slipping up and revealing too much of what she felt for me to me before I was ready to hear it, fear scaring me away or just plain scaring me. Fear of pushing me too far and being rejected and abandoned. Fear of what would happen to her without me.
I breathed in deeply, and blinked trying not to cry as I realized that this was the first time I was seeing Ivy without her heart in pieces.
“Oh, you noticed … finally,” Ivy drawled dryly, warm brown eyes watching me with amusement. “I was about to throw a pancake at you,” she continued, her lips curving up playfully, her eyes dancing with delight.
She hadn’t said anything when I came in, because she was waiting to see my reaction to breakfast. She was like a six year old on Christmas morning. It was cute. It was charming. Ivy was in a good mood. She was happy. She was content.
I focused my gaze on her and allowed my lips to curve up into a smile as well. I was going to focus on the positive, not on a past that I couldn’t change. Ivy was happy, I was happy and I didn’t want to spoil the mood with useless, depressing thoughts. This was a time to celebrate, and revel in delights not wallow in previous transgressions.
I narrowed my eyes and then stuck my tongue out at her. She laughed and I moved towards the counter and picked up one of the pancakes. I took a moment to smirk at her, and then I threw the pancake at her as hard as I could. Unfortunately for me, it was a pancake so that didn’t mean much, and Ivy was a vampire so she was easily able to catch it before it could embarrassingly hit her on the side of the face, and slowly slip down before splatting on the floor. I fought the urge to sigh dramatically. Some things really only did work in the movies.
“Could you bring the syrup over?” Ivy asked holding the pancake in her hand like it was a serving tray. She was acting as if it was perfectly normal for her to be holding a pancake in her hand at three in the afternoon. “And a plate?” she asked looking down at the flat cake in her hand, her eyebrow arching pointedly as she stared at it.
“Yes, your majesty,” I replied with an exaggerated bow before I moved to the side to remove two plates, and some cutlery. I turned my back to her so that she couldn’t see my smile. I was playing the sarcastic pain in the ass, and I didn’t want her to see how charmed I was. “Does her grace require anything else?” I asked once I had the items in hand, a smile edging at my lips as I turned back around to face her though I was trying very hard to contain it.
“You,” Ivy responded, her voice dropping in a gentle purr that made my insides quake. “Here,” she continued patting her lap.
I stared at her for a second, and then let my smile roam free. Sweet! It seemed that coffee was going to have to fight for a distant third on my short list of ‘Awesome Things that Happened to Rachel Morgan before Dusk”.
I abandoned the plates and happily, started towards the table and Ivy’s lap. The food would keep, and I was sure that we’d both be working up an appetite.
Ivy reached out for me when I reached her side and tugged me into her lap, her arms wrapping securely around me as I nestled against her. She leaned forward, her nose brushing against my against my neck as she scented me, taking in all of the different reactions her words, presence and touch were creating in me. I felt my scar begin to tingle, and shivered against her, my body tensing when her tongue slipped out to lick at my neck.
“It’s okay,” Ivy whispered, knowing that I was worried about her biting. It was hard for her, harder than it had been for Kisten, and I worried about her being able to maintain her control despite the fact that I had escaped our first time together without any extra orifices. I didn’t want to flinch, I knew that it hurt her, but flinching when she was that close to my neck had become an ingrained response, and I knew it would take a while to deprogram myself. “I’m wearing caps,” Ivy continued softly.
“You are?” I breathed out surprised. I’d never seen Ivy in caps before. I knew that she had some, I’d seen them in her purse the afternoon we had stopped by her folks place, but she had told me she hadn’t worn them since she was a teenager.
Ivy nodded and kissed my neck again as the hand she had wrapped around my waist began to slide under my shirt.
“I don’t want you to worry,” she murmured against my rapidly heating skin, sending another frisson of pleasure through my scar. “I don’t want you to be afraid,” she whispered a second later, her voice so faint I almost missed her words. “I love you,” she said, her voice just as soft as before, though this time is trembled softly. “I would never hurt you, I promise. I’ll never touch you unless I’m sure that I’ll be okay.”
I nodded, and tilted my head to the side, my fingers slipping under her chin so that I could angle her head up to face me. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers, kissing her softly. My hands moved to lovingly cradle her face as I deepened the kiss, and I greedily drank up her moan as she tightened her hold on me, kissing me back with all that she had.
“Can I see them?” I asked a little breathlessly when our lips parted.
“I’m wearing them,” Ivy said warily, and I realized that she thought I doubted the truthfulness of her statement.
“I know,” I said stroking her cheek tenderly. I knew she wouldn’t lie to me. I did trust her, even though I was bit skittish sometimes. “I just want to see them.” She looked at me dubiously, and I smiled. “Come on, open the hanger door,” I encouraged and she glowered at me before petulantly parting her lips so that I could see her teeth. “Aw, they’re cute,” I murmured smiling as I took in the blunted canines, “like little vampire training wheels,” I cooed.
Ivy snapped her mouth shut, and slumped back against her chair. The expression on her face was calm and unconcerned, but her eyes had lost the twinkle they had had earlier, and I realized that I had hurt her feelings. Mentally kicking myself, I wondered if it was possible for me to keep my foot out of my mouth for an entire day, or even an entire hour. She had put the caps on for me, to make me feel safe even though it was demeaning. Heck, her little sister was throwing her caps away because she felt she was too old for them, and there was Ivy willing putting them on for me, and I basically called her a little baby. God, I was a jackass. I didn’t know why she put up with me, but I was very grateful that she did.
I leaned forward to kiss her lips gently in apology. She was prone beneath me, and I bit back a sigh. She was upset, and I deserved it.
“I was just playing,” I said sincerely, meeting her eyes.
The tension in her shoulders eased a little at my words, but she was still a little wary. I stroked her cheek again, and realized that I would have to be careful with her. Ivy, for all of her strength and training and attitude was incredibly vulnerable, and she cared about me so very much. It was so easy for me to hurt her, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. This new aspect of our relationship was still fresh and vulnerable, and it would need to be carefully cultivated, which meant that I would have to start thinking before I spoke.
“Lemme see,” I coaxed gently. Her eyebrows furrowed, and I tried not to smile. She looked like a sulky three year old. “Please,” I said, and reluctantly she opened her mouth again.
Praying that she wouldn’t be startled by my movements and automatically clamp down, I carefully reached into her mouth and touched one of the caps. Ivy’s body jerked beneath me, but she didn’t clamp down and I released the breath I had been holding and went to work removing the first cap and then the second. I carefully set them on the table behind me, and then I returned my gaze to Ivy’s.
“I trust you,” I told her, not even blinking as I held her gaze.
Ivy was still for a moment, and then she blinked, and blinked again and blinked again, her brown eyes becoming misty as she stared up at me.
“I’ll wear them, Rachel,” she breathed out. Her voice trembled as she looked at me, and there was something approaching awe in her voice as she stared at me. “You don’t have to do this. I don’t mind wearing them if it makes you feel better. I want you to feel safe.”
“I do. I trust you,” I repeated. She blinked once more and her eyes were unable to continue the moisture filling them and a few tears slid down her perfect, porcelain cheeks. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her cheek, kissing away her tears and she shuddered beneath me. Her tears were warm against her cheek, and the taste of them made my heart clench tightly in my chest. Kisten had once told me that my trust was the greatest gift that I had given to Ivy. I saw that now, how much my faith in her meant to her and I vowed never to make her doubt it. “I’m not afraid of you Ivy,” I continued softly. “I love you. You’re my home,” I said confidently, knowing without a doubt that my words were true. When I had been trapped in the ever-after it was the memory of Ivy’s face, her voice, her smile, her, that guided me back home. I needed her. We needed each other. Ivy was right, we were shit alone, but together we were beautiful.
Ivy pressed her cheek against mine, holding it there for a moment, before she buried her face in my neck, hugging me tightly all the while.
“Rachel,” my name fell from her lips like a prayer. I supposed it was somewhat fitting since she hoped that I would save her soul. “Rachel,” she murmured again, and I felt something clench in my belly and begin to burn as my scar lit up again, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “I need,” she whispered, and from the tone of her voice I knew exactly what she needed.
“Me too,” I whispered as her hands began to roam again, moving toward the button of my jeans and popping it open before her elegant fingers moved to lower my fly. I shivered, my breath hitching as her blunted finger nails caressed my skin just above the waistband of my panties.
A soft strangled soft emerged from Ivy’s throat, and I felt a warm rush of air against me as she groaned, “I can’t believe I can touch you.” I moaned, her words lighting up my core, and rather wantonly I lifted my hips, silently pleading with her to move her hand lower. I was embarrassingly wet, but I didn’t care if she knew it. I just wanted her inside of me.
“Bedroom,” Ivy murmured and I felt her body shift and knew she was preparing to rise.
“No,” I breathed out, covering her hand with my own, holding it where it was against my stomach, so close to where I needed her and yet much too far away. “Here,” I whispered, capturing her eyes with my own, “In your lap.”
Ivy settled back down and then smiled, showing fang. I trembled, the sight of her sharp, gleaming canines sending an uncomfortable tingle through my body that settled between my legs. I really did have a thing for dangerous sex, it was just lucky for me that this time I was in the arms of one of the best people I had ever known, and one of the only people I had ever loved.
“You … are … absolutely … bewitching,” Ivy murmured, her lips slowly curving up into a sensuous smile as she clearly annunciated each word. Her voice slid over my body like whisks of silk, making me throb with need.
I smiled and then laughed, Ivy’s joke cutting through the tension that had formed between us like a knife through room temperature butter, and I leaned forward and kissed her happily as her hands began to work my jeans once more.
It was a good day to be me.
To be continued ...
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Date: 2009-01-22 01:35 am (UTC)lol! Scheming!Rachel usually sucks so bad and ends up as a mink in a cage. But Scheming!Rachel-who-uses-her-scheming-to-seduce-Ivy is made of win ;)
This made me laugh.
I think I must be a bit of an insensitive ass like Rachel, cause I think the idea of caps is crazy funny (and awwwww!cute too)
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Date: 2009-01-22 01:45 am (UTC)Okay, so maybe I was thinking of the Scheming!Rachel-who-uses-her-scheming-to-seduce-Ivy and my brain in it's mushy-post-awesome-Ravy-state decided it was Scheming!Rachel in general. >>;