fembuck | Fic: I Wish I May, I Wish I Might (Rachel/Ivy, The Hollows 4/4)

Title: I Wish I May, I Wish I Might
Author: 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 I - I Wish I May, I Wish I Might
Part II - I Wish I May, I Wish I Might
Part III - I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

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PART IV

A Month Later

“You drove me nearly drove me out of my head/While you never shed a tear/Remember? I remember all that you said/Told me love was too plebeian/Told me you were through/with me…”

Ivy’s strong, rich voice rang out through the room, full of emotion and longing as her fingers drifted over the keys of the piano.

“Now, now you say you love me/Well, just to prove you do/Come on! And cry, cry, cry me a river. Cry me a river, ‘cause I cried a river over you…”

“Good, isn’t she?” Kisten asked, placing a hand on my shoulder as he moved to sit next to me on the couch. “Music is the window to her soul,” he continued before I had a chance to say anything. “It’s why she never played for you before,” he whispered to me confidentially as I focused my gaze on him. “It reveals too much of her … the soft, vulnerable underbelly. The flower under the serpent,” he said smiling wickedly.

“Did she play much for you … before?” I asked, my eyes drifting over to Ivy in front of the piano.

Ivy’s posture was relaxed, her head tipped down and tilted slightly to the side. Her fingers flowed effortlessly over the piano keys, and her voice rang out strong, and true. I couldn’t see her face but I knew, with the same certainty that my name was Rachel Morgan, that her eyes were closed as she played, and that her face was hauntingly full of emotion. I was also certain that even though she seemed completely immersed in the song that she was listening to every word we were saying.

“No,” Kisten said, following my gaze over to Ivy. “She never once played intentionally for me when we were together. I caught some snippets, but only snippets. I’ve heard her play more in the last two months than I have in the last two years,” he continued, his pleasure clear in his voice. “Her soul is stronger now with you to cultivate it. It’s no longer such a delicate, fragile little thing and doesn’t need to be guarded so fiercely. At least not with us,” he added with a smile and a wink.

“Are you saying she’s so relaxed because I tend to her flower?” I asked smirking. Between Kisten’s and Jenks’ teasing I had become almost immune to sexual innuendo. In fact, not only did I rarely blink an eye anymore but I had gained a certain appreciation for it and would try it out every so often myself.

Ivy missed a note as I spoke and Kisten laughed, pointing a finger at her back though Ivy couldn’t see him. She carried on as if nothing had happened, and I smirked though I wasn’t going to say anything about her eavesdropping.

“Such a saucy little minx,” Kisten drawled, and I turned to glare at him before I smiled.

Kisten and I had fallen into friendship rather easily after Ivy and I got together, and I couldn’t have been happier about it. I genuinely like him. He was a good friend and a good man, and I was lucky to have him on my side. Not to mention he was still very nice to look at. I was with Ivy, and I desired Ivy to a degree that embarrassed me sometimes, but I hadn’t lost my appreciation for the male form. My attraction to Kisten hadn’t died because Ivy and I were together, only my desire to act on the attraction had.

Kisten was window dressing now, he was Paul Newman in “The Long, Hot Summer” or Brad Pitt in … everything. He was very nice to look at, but all I would do was look. No matter how hard I had tried to fight it in the beginning, I was Ivy’s girl. They were both very pretty – probably too pretty for me – but Ivy was home. Ivy made my heart ache with love. Ivy made me better. Kisten looked very good in leather but stubble and a tight little ass were not nearly enough tempt me from Ivy’s arms. I was pretty sure that nothing short of death could rip me from her embrace.

The song Ivy was singing came to an end and I focused on her again. I missed having her beside me, and wanted her to stop playing for a while and join us on the couch. Ivy and I had spent so much time avoiding physical contact with each other that it surprised me how quickly I had come to need her touch, no matter how small or brief it was. I was a starving woman, and Ivy was a feast. I wanted to gorge myself on her all of the time. Luckily for me, she seemed to crave my touch just as much and except for the view times that her hunger made it too dangerous for us to be in close proximity of each other, I was able to touch her whenever I wanted.

I was about to call out to her, more than willing to endure Kisten’s teasing if it meant having her arms wrapped around me, but before I could say anything Ivy stood and turned around to face us. Our eyes met, and she smiled softly, a tender and loving look entering her eyes that I only ever saw when she looked at me. She made her way over to the couch, slipping behind me so that I was resting against her chest before she placed her feet on Kisten’s thigh and wiggled her toes.

“Don’t you two look snug?” Kisten asked as he glanced down at Ivy’s feet in his lap and shrugged. He reached out and began to massage her feet, and Ivy made a small sound of contentment behind me that would have made me jealous if I didn’t love hearing that sound come out of her so much. I looked at Kisten’s strong hands working Ivy’s feet, and decided that I would try just dumping my feet in his lap next time we were on the same couch together. Of course, I thought, I could just get Ivy to do it and probably get myself a naked massage afterwards.

“You’ve trained him well,” I said to Ivy as I looked pointedly at Kisten rubbing her feet.

“It wasn’t that difficult,” she drawled easily. Her voice was a low soothing purr, and I felt a shiver of contentment run through me at the sound of it. I might have been the witch, but the things that woman’s voice could do to me were magical. “Some animals like to be domesticated,” Ivy continued playfully, and Kisten looked up and over at her, studying her for a second before he stuck his tongue out at her.

“You do know that you’re not exactly the dominant in this room either,” Kisten murmured, his lips twitching up slightly though he didn’t lift his eyes to see if his comment had hit its mark. Ivy sighed the moment he finished speaking and I knew he didn’t have to. Her exhalation was all the confirmation he needed.

Despite her sigh, when Ivy murmured, “True,” she didn’t sound displeased or even resigned. If anything she seemed a little amused. I was about to turn around and give her a fake glare for being amused by the idea that I was the dominant, but she tightened her arms around me and pressed her lips to the top of my head before I could, and I relaxed against her.

“Have you asked her yet?” Kisten asked. He was staring at Ivy with a determined, challenging, mischievous look on his face, and I knew that he was searching for a way to bug her since needling her about her lack of dominance with me hadn’t worked.

Ivy sighed deeply, and I knew that she was frowning at him.

“Asked me what?” I asked gamely, playing my part in this little exercise.

“Indeed. Ivy,” he said curiously, “asked her what?”

“I had lunch with Erica last month. To tell her about us,” Ivy began, somehow managing to sigh irritably and talk at the same time. I smiled at Ivy bringing up her younger sister. Ivy had told me about how the lunch had gone afterwards, and the mere thought of it was almost enough to send me into a fit of laughter.

Ivy had looked shell-shocked and traumatized when she’d arrived home from her lunch with Erica, her beautiful brown eyes open unusually wide as she flopped down at her customary chair at the kitchen table. Erica had apparently stayed quiet long enough for Ivy to inform her that she and I were a couple. After that however, Ivy had lost control of the situation and Erica had squealed in delight – or as Ivy had put it, “released a sound not meant for mortal ears to perceive” – and had then gotten up and moved around the table, throwing herself in Ivy’s lap, hugging her and kissing her cheeks until Ivy was blushing profusely and begging her to return to her seat.

I controlled the urge to sigh. I would have killed to see that.

“… she’s been calling me ever since,” Ivy was saying when I tuned back in. “She’s wants to have lunch with you.”

“That sounds … nice,” I said carefully, uncertain why Ivy seemed so irritated and more than a little embarrassed about revealing this to me. Yes, Erica was a bit talkative but she was a sweet kid, and Ivy loved her to pieces. Even though I didn’t love being the tunnel that other peoples blew wind through, I’d be able to handle a lunch with Erica for Ivy. In fact, I might even be able to use the opportunity to find out a little bit more about what Ivy was like when she was younger. Kisten refused to tell me any funny stories, because he was a scaredy cat and Ivy would hit him if she found out. But Erica loved to talk, and there was no way on God’s green earth that Ivy would ever threaten or lift a hand against her sister. Ivy was soft-serve ice-cream in Erica’s hands.

“Tell her why Erica wants to have lunch with her,” Kisten prompted eagerly. Ivy sighed so deeply that my body was forced up and down with the motion of her chest.

“Shewantstohaveatalkwithyouaboutyourintentionstowardsme,” Ivy mumbled. Her voice was low and rushed and I had absolutely no idea what she had just said.

“What?” I asked. No reply came, so I twisted in Ivy’s arms until I could see her face, my teeth automatically clamping down on my bottom lip to stop from smiling as I saw the look of petulant defiance gracing her lovely features. “What was that, darling?” I asked sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes at her.

Ivy glared at me and said nothing, and I knew that if I wasn’t lying on top of her that she would have crossed her arms across her chest for emphasis.

“She said,” Kisten began smiling, his eyes on Ivy the whole time, “that Erica wants to have a talk with you about your intentions towards our dear Ivy,” he finished, placing his hand over his heart and patting it.

I was still for a moment, processing what Kisten had just said. Erica wanted to talk to me about my intentions towards Ivy? Seriously?

“Seriously?” I asked, my brows creasing.

Ivy nodded reluctantly, a faint blush touching her cheeks as she did and she was refusing to make eye contact. Her little sister was trying to look out for her, and Ivy was embarrassed about it. That was so … precious.

“Aw,” I immediately began to coo.

“Don’t,” she warned.

“That’s so …”

“Don’t,” she interjected again, glowering all the while.

“Cute,” I finished ignoring her.

“It’s not cute,” Ivy said pouting. She would deny that she was pouting. Ivy maintained that she didn’t pout, never pouted, and never would pout. But she pouted, I’d seen it on many occasions, and I was seeing it now. “I’m the big sister,” she added, still pouting.

I placed my hand over my face to hide my expression, and then I settled back against her with my back to her. My eyes met Kisten’s as I settled down, and I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing. Kisten’s face looked calm and serene, but his eyes were watering with the effort to keep his laughter inside, and I had to close my eyes to block out the sight of him. I wouldn’t be able to keep it together if I watched him.

“She loves you,” I said once I managed to get my urge to giggle under control. “She just wants to make sure that I’m not using her hot sister for naughty vampire sex.”

“We do have naughty vampire sex,” Ivy responded sounding distinctly more chipper than she had a few seconds ago. She smiled, and there was a hint of fang.

“Yes, but I also love you,” I said squeezing her hand, that small show of sharp canines enough to get my scar tingling. It’d been two days since she’d bitten me, and I was gagging for it, but she refused. We’d gotten a little carried away the last time, and I’d lost more blood than usual, so Ivy was now being super cautious. She’d be fine for another day or so, maybe two if I chained her naked to bed and did nothing but make love to her all day, but when she started to get antsy I’d push the issue. She hadn’t fed on anyone but me since our first time a month ago, and I planned on keeping it that way.

Ivy murmured something that sounded like “I love you too,” at me, but her words were quick and soft so I couldn’t be sure. She had no problem telling me that she loved me most of the time, but Kisten’s presence in the room was making her shy. He knew that she was gaga over me, but if she showed it too much in his presence he teased her about it, so she was trying to play it cool.

“Is your dad gonna threaten me with a shotgun next?” I asked, looking away from Kisten as he smirked.

I’d only met Ivy’s father once briefly, and while he had been polite, it had been clear to me that he wasn’t exactly a fan of mine, and that he didn’t really approve of the relationship Ivy and I had had back then. It confused him that we were living together and yet not together in a more formal sense. I suspect now that he realized how incredibly difficult it was for Ivy to control her instincts around me, and that as a father he had wanted to spare her any unnecessary discomfort, which was why he was rather aloof with me.

I wondered if he felt any differently about me now that Ivy and I were a couple and sharing blood? Then I thought about how strange it was that banging his daughter and letting her chew on me might actually make a more favorable impression on him? That was vamps for you, I thought shaking my head before focusing on the pretty piece of flesh beneath me.

“He wouldn’t need a shotgun,” Ivy muttered darkly, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Stop being such a grouchy bear,” I said in response even though I didn’t really mind. I thought she was insanely cute when she was being all cantankerous and sullen.

“I’m not a bear,” Ivy replied sullenly, however something in her tone compelled me to turn around to face her, and when I did I found that she was smiling down at me and I smiled back and leaned forward to press my lips against hers, not caring if Kisten made fun of us for the rest of the night.

“Can we please cool down on the PDAs,” Kisten complained lightly. “I’m a two-time loser in this room. It’s mean to rub it in like that.”

I pulled back from Ivy, genuinely feeling a little bad about planting one on her right in front of him. He had been amazingly gracious about losing me to Ivy. Kisten liked me, and if things hadn’t developed with Ivy the way they had, our mutual attraction and like might have turned into something more. That never happened however, and I was sure that the casual nature of our relationship had made it easier to let go. But still, it meant something that he had been so supportive, and had stayed a good friend to us both.

Of course, if he had acted as morosely as Ivy had acted when he and I were together, then we would have just stopped inviting him over, so he had to behave.

Ivy smiled at him, a tint of menace in her voice as her canines glinting sharply at him. “I’ll give you a kiss if you want,” she purred.

“What would the little missus say,” Kisten replied, holding Ivy’s gaze unblinkingly. Ivy angled her head to the side to look at me, and I looked back and forth between them contemplatively. What would the little missus, say? I stared at Ivy, trying to get a read on her emotions. I couldn’t smell emotions in the air like she could. All I could rely on were my eyes. Over the past few months, Ivy had become much more transparent, no longer guarding everything she was feeling so tightly, and she had become even more open once we found a blood balance. However, she had worked for a long time developing masks, and when she wanted to she could drop one over her face making it as difficult for me to read her as it had been before we were lovers. This was one of those times, and I had no idea whether she was joking or being serious.

“Hot?” I replied finally, knowing that staring at her wasn’t going to clear anything up for me. I didn’t particularly want to see them kiss, but … no, that wasn’t true. I knew that I shouldn’t want to see them kiss, and a spark of jealousy did flash through me, but there was a part of me that was also perversely curious to see what the two of them would look like together.

Kisten stared at me for a moment and then lifted a pale eyebrow. “Kinky little thing, isn’t she?” he asked looking past me to Ivy.

Ivy didn’t make a reply that I could hear, but if Kisten’s amused smile was any indication, she must have done something to indicate that she agreed with his assessment of me. I would have been offended, if it wasn’t true.

“Brilliant. I do so love to put on a show,” Kisten declared, his fake British accent thick, and girlishly high as he clapped his hands together, the picture of giddy excitement.

“If you’d been this excited before, maybe we wouldn’t have broken up,” Ivy murmured, but there was no malice in her voice.

“Ivy, love, we both know that I wasn’t the problem,” Kisten returned grinning at her. “I’m always up for a good time. You’re the one that wanted,” he stopped and sighed dramatically, “True love,” as he brought his hand up to his heart again and then flopped against the back of the couch feigning breathlessness.

Ivy ignored him as she shifted on the couch, her hands moving over me as she easily lifted me off of her and settled me in a seated position between herself and Kisten on the couch. She shifted then so that she was kneeling on the couch, her knees resting against my thighs, and seeing her settle herself, Kisten shifted as well so that he was kneeling the same way on my other side.

Their eyes locked and they leaned forward.

My eyes widened as they slowly swayed towards each other. They weren’t really gong to kiss were they? Not right in front of me?

They paused, their heads right in front of my face. They were so close together that the tips of their noses were touching. Ivy’s lips parted and I sucked in a deep breath. Kisten’s lips parted and I my heart clenched. I didn’t want them to kiss any more! Ivy’s lips were mine!

Ivy’s body began to shake with laughter.

Wait … what? Ivy’s body began to shake with laughter? Blinking once, I was then able to focus on Ivy, and found that she was chewing on her bottom lip to stop from laughing as her body shook silently with effort. Her face trembled with the effort of holding the laughter in making the tip of her nose rub against Kisten’s in an Eskimo kiss. Shifting my eyes to the side, I saw that Kisten was just barely controlling the urge to laugh as well, and I sighed and relaxed against the back of the couch.

“You guys suck,” I muttered, realizing that they were only teasing me. Kisten and Ivy were very close, and while I knew that they had lived together at one time, their relationship had always struck me as being more like that of brother and sister, than a romantic bond. They didn’t actually want to kiss each other any more than I wanted them to kiss (actually, Kisten probably would have, he was very attached to the idea of us having a threesome one day, which was too bad for him because that totally wasn’t going to happen), but they were willing to band together to tease me.

I sighed deeply when they erupted in laughter, realizing my mistake to late. Telling two vampires already on the edge of hysterical laughter that they sucked, was not the smartest thing I could have done. I folded my arms across my chest and looked peeved as I waited for their laugh attacks to finish.

“Oh, she’s mad,” Kisten said a minute later.

“We should make it up to her,” Ivy said joining in.

I refused to look at either one of them. They were jerks. Big, stupid, leather wearing vampire jerks and I would not dignify their idiocy with a response. I was a mature adult, unlike a certain two vampires in the room. I would take the high road. Unfortunately, my vow to not pay attention to them didn’t last very long. A few seconds after Ivy spoke, I felt the couch cushions dip, and then two pairs of soft lips were pressing against my cheeks. They had tag teamed me! Involuntarily, a large smile spread across my face. Damn! I could resist them one at a time, but a dual assault of sweetness was too much for me to resist.

“What in Tink’s lacy panties is going on here?” Jenks exclaimed bursting into the living room, a streak of light and dust as he flew towards us.

“Ah … nothing?” I responded trying very hard to pretend I didn’t have two vampires attached my face.

“Oh good, then we can watch the TV,” Jenks said smiling, and I knew that I had been had for the second time in five minutes. “Come on it, they’re not doing anything!” Jenks called out, and before I could say a word to the contrary, dozens of streaks of light began to zoom into the room.

Ivy sighed beside me, and I looked over at her in time to catch her motioning for me to lie back against her once again. The pixies didn’t mind when we snuggled together lying down, because it meant that they were able to settle themselves on our legs and stretch out as well. I smiled at her, and then clamored into her lap as dozens of dragonfly wings flapped above our heads.

“Wow,” Kisten declared as I rested my head on Ivy’s shoulder. “The time has just flown,” he said forcing a note of amazement into his voice. “I’ve got to be going,” he continued, standing up, the space he had emptied immediately filling with small pixies.

Ivy snorted and muttered something dirty under her breath, and I smiled. Kisten didn’t have anywhere to go – though I was certain he’d find someone interesting to do with his night – but I couldn’t blame him from wanting to escape movie night with dozens of pixy children. The only reason Ivy wasn’t high-tailing it out of there with him, was because she got to hold me … and she knew that I would thank her for her good behavior later.

“Ladies,” Kisten said, bending down to kiss my hand, and moving to kiss Ivy’s forehead before she glared at him and he backed up with a smile. “Goodnight, Jenks and family,” he said turning to face the room, bowing to the assorted young pixies and Matalina before heading for the door.

My attention was torn away from Kisten’s retreating figure as Jenks flew down on the glass table that the remote was resting on. I watched him land and then begin to push the remote around so that it was facing the television, and as he climbed up onto the remote to step on the button to turn it on, I angled my head up slightly and kissed Ivy’s jaw. She smiled, her body relaxing more fully against the couch and she tilted her head down to press a kiss to my forehead.

In front of the televisions, three of Jenks children hovered holding a DVD, while another one hovered in front of the DVD player, using her whole hand to push the open button.

“Peter Pan,” I guessed watching as the three children set the disc into the DVD tray.

Ivy sighed. “All this has happened before,” she whispered softly, with a resigned quality to her voice that made me smile. “And it will all happen again … but this time it happened in London. It happened in a quiet street in Bloomsbury. That corner house over there is the home of the Darling family and Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him,” Ivy continued, my body vibrating against her with silent laughter, as the kids by the DVD player began to fly away, and Jenks stomped on the remote control to get the movie to start up.

Little pixies began to dart towards us and then began to settle on our legs. Ivy quieted as they came nearer, and I smiled and kissed her shoulder. The kids had shrieked at her last time she had started quoting the movie out of boredom, and I knew that she didn’t want to face that again.

“Thanks,” Jenks said, flying over towards us, landing on Ivy’s hand when she stretched it out for him.

“It’s not a problem Jenks. Mi casa es su casa,” I told him sincerely. The pixies were a bit nosy sometimes, but the church wasn’t the same without them. Both Ivy and I had missed them terribly when Jenks had taken his family away after I had insulted him by keeping the truth about Trent away from him, and we were glad to have them back. “I saved a spot for you,” I continued smiling. And then I reached behind and patted the side of my ass.

Jenks crossed his arms and glared at me. I watched his indignant pose and wondered who could keep it up longer, Jenks or Ivy since she often looked at me the same way. “Suck on buttered fairy nuts,” Jenks declared and then he took up off of Ivy’s hand and flew over the arm of Ivy’s chair where Matalina was sitting waiting for him.

My father always used to tell me to be careful what I wished for because I just might get it. I always used to nod, and meet his eyes very seriously to convey to him that his wisdom had reached me, but I never really understood the warning. I had wished that my Rosewood Syndrome would go away when I was little, and I was glad that it did. I had wished for Jenks and his family to come back home and they did. I had wished that Ivy wouldn’t be so sad all of the time, and I was glad that I was now able to make her smile and have it reach her eyes.

Ivy’s arms wrapped around me, and contently, I snuggled in further against her. Around us, little pixie children laughed as singing stared up on screen, and lifting my eyes to Ivy’s arm chair I could see Matalina resting against Jenks much as I was against Ivy, and I smiled. Life was good. I had a job I loved, I had a kitchen made for brewing spells, and a garden made for supplying them. I had car keys instead of a bus pass, I had the best friends a person could hope for, and I was madly in love with someone who was madly in love with me.

I loved my father, and I still followed his advice, but I was going to have to respectfully agree to disagree with him on this one. I wouldn’t be careful what I wished for. Wishing had worked out pretty well for me in the past, and it still was I thought breathing in Ivy’s alluring scent. It still was.

The End