Fic: Eyes Wide Shut (Rachel/Ivy, The Hollows 4/5)

[fembuck]

Title: Eyes Wide Shut
Author: Janine
Fandom: The Hollow
Pairing: Rachel/Ivy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: An uncomfortable incident leads to Rachel being forced to deal with her feelings for Ivy.

Eyes Wide Shut - Part One
Eyes Wide Shut - Part Two
Eyes Wide Shut - Part Three

PART IV

Later That Night

Ivy was already tucked away in her bed when I emerged from her washroom and climbed in beside her. Once firmly on the mattress I shimmied my way over to her, and threw my arm across her waist as I settled my head on her chest, above her heart. She dipped her head down and pressed her lips against the top of my head, and I smiled and closed my eyes, concentrating on the steady pounding of her heart beneath my ear. I loved listening to her heart beat. The strong, steady rhythm soothed me, and the way my heart would begin to beat in time with hers always made me feel warm and content.

“Alice dragged you off for a chat, didn’t she?” I asked a few minutes later, breaking the comfortable silence that had descended between us.

David had showed up after my mother arrived, and then Ceri dropped by shortly after. Jenks and the other pixies had woken up from their afternoon nap and joined us soon after that, and consequently the church had been filled with people, conversation, squeals and far too much food for the most of the day. It had been great.

“Uh huh,” Ivy murmured lightly.

I lifted my head so that I could see her expression and saw that she was smiling. I rested by head back down and relaxed.

“What did you talk about?” I asked, already knowing that our relationship had probably dominated the conversation.

I hadn’t needed to tell my mother about the change in my relationship with Ivy. She’d seen the bite marks, and from the blush that came from me after she looked at them she had seemed to intuit what had happened. Seeing understanding dawn in her eyes, I had started a rambling explanation, but she had put her hand up in the air silencing me. I had gazed at her with more than a little trepidation, not knowing how she would take to the news that not only was I dating another vampire, but a female one at that. My anxiety was misplaced however. She had simply smiled and said, “It’s about time. I mean, really. I don’t know what you’ve been waiting for, Rachel. The woman has been panting on your neck for a year.” I’d gaped at her, and she got up to make some coffee while I stared at the space she had vacated torn between relief and humiliation.

“Oh, lot’s of things,” Ivy said playfully, knowing that her vague response would annoy me.

“Such as?” I prompted in an annoyed tone, not wanting to disappoint her.

“Us,” Ivy said softly. “She thinks it’s very charming how smitten I am with you,” Ivy continued and I knew that she had rolled her eyes without looking up at her. “She thinks we compliment each other well,” Ivy went on, her voice more serious as she said this, and I shifted closer to her. “And, if I do anything to hurt you she will come after me all of the magic she has and find a way to kill me twice.”

I lifted my head up at that, surprised by her words, but when I saw her expression I knew that she was being serious. My mother really had threatened to kill her twice. I didn’t know how I felt about that, but Ivy didn’t seem perturbed by it, so I decided to figure out whether I was touched or pissed later.

“She only said it because she knows she won’t have to,” I breathed out, pressing my lips against Ivy’s, wanting her to know that I knew it would never come to that. “What else did you talk about?” I asked knowing that their whole conversation couldn’t have been so dire. Ivy was in a good mood when she emerged from wherever my mother had dragged her off to so the whole conversation couldn’t have been that heavy the whole time.

“Muffins,” Ivy responded and I blinked at her. “She’s going to bake some for me,” she pronounced almost proudly.

If my mother was baking for her, it meant that she liked her, and though she hadn’t said anything about it, I knew that Ivy was worried about how my mother would react to our new relationship. They had always gotten along. Ivy’s devotion to me had immediately endeared her to my mother, but being my best friend and being my lover were different, and it was not guaranteed that the fondness the first engendered would carry over to the other.

“Strawberry ones,” Ivy continued, and I sighed. My mother thought I was a bad girlfriend. I’d been promising to bake Ivy muffins for the past week, but something always came up and I hadn’t gotten around to it. I sighed again. I was a bad girlfriend. I should have found the time, I’d promised and freshly baked goods made Ivy ridiculously happy.

“I said I would,” I complained lightly, my guilt making me grumpy. Ivy laughed softly.

“I know. You still can. I like muffins. I’ll eat them all,” she said, and I smirked knowing that she would. Ivy was slight, but she had a vampire’s metabolism and she could pack it away like a football player. She didn’t usually eat large meals, but she ate constantly throughout the day, and I was jealous. Even with a daily workout if I ate like her I’d be as big as a house, but Ivy stayed trim and perfect. Sure, I got to enjoy the benefits of that perfection, I thought as I ran my hand up her side, but it would still be nice to be able to have a piece of carrot cake for breakfast without feeling guilty about it for a week.

“It’s not fair,” I moaned dropping my head back down to her chest.

“Aw, poor dear heart,” Ivy cooed not really meaning it. She’d heard me complain about the how unfair it was that she could eat whatever she wanted and not gain a pound many times in the past and she was immune to it now. In fact, the last few times I’d complained she’d responded by finding some particularly tasty treat in the house and eating it front of me, which was just lovely. God, she could be an ass sometimes, but I loved her, and it made me feel all tingly when she licked her fingers clean afterwards. “I’ll help you work off a few calories if you want,” she added, her voice dropping into the gray silk purr that made my knees weak.

I shifted against her, my thigh rubbing against hers.

“Mm, yes please,” I murmured, lifting my head so that I could press my lips against her collarbone. She sighed softly at the feel of my lips, but her body was tense under mine and I lifted my head to look at her. “Ivy?” I asked softly, my fingers playing lightly against her shoulder.

A little shiver ran though me at her hesitance. The only time she got like that when we were making love was when she wanted to ask about trying out something new – which had happened a surprising amount of times given the relatively short period of time we had been a couple. Ivy was a fantastic lover, and quite smugly I thought that I was going to be the most sexually satisfied witch in the world for the rest of my natural life.

“Do,” she began to say before trailing off, a shadow crossing over her face. “Do you still have them?” she continued a few seconds later, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke.

“What?” I asked, genuinely not knowing what she was referring to.

She breathed in deeply, and one of her hands fluttered up by her neck, unconsciously fingering one of her scars.

“The caps,” she breathed out, looking back over at me. “The ones Kisten gave you?” she added. There was only a thin ring of brown in her eyes, and it made my heart begin to quicken.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. I hadn’t been aware that she had known he had given them to me, though I don’t know why I thought that she didn’t. They were close, and I knew that they shared more with each other about me than I was aware of or probably would have been comfortable with. Ivy loved him, but she was not always rational when it came to me, and he had probably mentioned it to her before buying them for me out a sense of self-preservation.

“Would you?” she asked softly, her voice hopeful as the last vestiges of brown disappeared from her eyes leaving them completely black.

I nodded again, and slipped from the bed. “I’ll be right back,” I said softly, and then headed for the door.

The caps were in my room, tucked away securely with the bracelet that Kisten had given me. I hadn’t thought about using them with Ivy, but as I walked to my room, I realized that the idea didn’t disturb me as much as I thought it would. Kisten had told her about them. They weren’t a secret that I had to keep from her. And he had wanted us to be together, and to be happy. He had bought the caps to be used, and while I had only gotten a chance to use them once with him, it didn’t mean that they had to be buried and forgotten.

When I came back into Ivy’s room, I had already fitted the caps onto my teeth, and when I smiled at her as I climbed onto the bed the sharp points showed, and I saw her breathe in deeply.

The moment I settled myself on the mattress, Ivy flowed towards me and leaned over me, dipping her head down to press her lips against mine. I sighed into the touch, her eagerness sending a pleasant shiver through my body, and when her tongue slipped into my mouth and began to play with the caps, I moaned and grasped at her arms, squeezing them tightly as arousal spiked inside of me.

She’s wanted this for a while, I realized as Ivy’s tongue pressed against the sharp tip of one of my caps. Ivy hadn’t been with anyone but me for sex or blood since returning to the church after Piscary’s death, which meant that it had been at least three weeks since she’d felt fangs on her. Ivy was a dominant, but I’d seen bite marks on her and I knew that she allowed herself to be bitten, and not just by master vampires looking to mark their territory. I thought about how I’d feel going three weeks without her fangs on me, and I realized that I should have done this for her before. Biting just wasn’t something that I was used to thinking about when it came to satisfying a lover, and it hadn’t occurred to me. I wouldn’t overlook it in the future however.

“Lie down, baby,” I said softly, drawing back a bit from her mouth. I wasn’t really one for pet names, but ‘baby’ had slipped out once when we were together, and Ivy had been surprisingly responsive to it. I didn’t use it much, it wasn’t like I had become one of those people that would be like, ‘baby, can you pass the milk’, ‘baby, the fire’s going down’, ‘hey, baby how was your day?’, or anything sickening like that. But when we were alone together, and our bodies were pressed against each other, she was my baby and I called her that.

Immediately, Ivy pulled away from my lips and lay back on the mattress, her obedience speaking to her great desire for this. If I wanted to touch her, Ivy always complied with whatever I asked her to do, but usually she was playfully resistant at first, making me physically push her onto the mattress, or making me push at her hands, brushing them off of me before I could put them on her. It excited her to have me fight her, even if we were just playing, and it excited me too. But this, submission, was extremely arousing as well.

“Rachel,” Ivy breathed out overcome with emotion, as I moved so that I was leaning over her.

I leaned down and pressed my lips against the column of her throat, drinking in the shiver that ran through her body like a fine white wine.

“I know,” I whispered, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “I love you too,” I continued looking up to meet her eyes, the look of adoration and love in them nearly taking my breath away. “Oh, Ivy,” I sighed, the backs of my fingers stroking her cheek before I leaned down to kiss her.

She met me, and we kissed for a long time, my hands securely at her waist as hers ran lightly up and down my back. I loved kissing Ivy. She was very good at it, and she liked doing it. Ivy’s hunger and her desire had always seemed such forceful things to me, and it had surprised me the first time we had kissed like this before making love. Truthfully, I hadn’t thought that she’d had the patience for it. As time wore on, I realized that Ivy had quite a bit of self-control however, when she knew that she didn’t have to restrain herself. She would have my blood, and she would have body, and the knowledge of that allowed her to go slowly. She was actually quite a tease sometimes, but I didn’t mind because she always came through.

A while later, I pulled away from her and trailed my lips down the column of her throat, and Ivy relaxed back against the pillows and tilted her head to the side, offering her neck to me. It was the first time she had offered herself to me this way, and I suddenly realized why it was such a turn on for vampires. The sense of power her surrender sent through me was positively intoxicating.

I leaned down and ran the flat of my tongue over her pulse point. She shivered and then twisted underneath me in anticipation.

“Rach,” she began to say as I opened my mouth, “el,” she finished as I bit down and the sharp points of the caps pierced her skin. Ivy’s body arched, and remained tight as a bowstring as it hovered in the air for a moment before she collapsed against the mattress again.

Wow! I thought as I moved my head a little, shifting the caps inside of her. She moaned and I pressed them in further. I couldn’t suck at her like she sucked at me. I didn’t mind the taste of blood, but I didn’t want to ingest large quantities of it. I knew that took something away from the biting process, but I wasn’t a vampire and even though the caps helped me simulate the feeding experience, I couldn’t recreate it entirely.

“Again,” Ivy breathed out, “Bite me again,” she panted when I hesitated for a moment.

I pulled out of her, realizing how it would work between us with the caps. The initial penetration had been extremely good for her, and repeating that over and over again would ratchet up the sensations inside of her, just like drawing blood from her would have.

“Your neck,” I breathed out, drawing a finger across one of the puncture marks I had just left, making her shiver. If I was going to bite her multiple times there was no way I’d be able enter the same points every time no matter how hard I tried. She’d have multiple wounds and possibly multiple scars – though vampires tended to heal from minor bites much better than humans or witches.

Ivy smiled, and stretched luxuriously beneath me as my thumb unconsciously ran over the raised skin again.

“It’s fine,” she said softly. “I don’t mind,” she purred, drawing my eyes up to hers. Surprise must have shown in my eyes, because she reached out for me, and touched my face gently. “It’s your mark,” she breathed out holding my eyes. “I’ll wear it proudly.”

I leaned my head into her touch, but was still confused as I looked down at her. “You’ve covered up your bites before,” I said. I’d seen bite marks in the past, but not because she wanted me to. It was only on the rare occasion when her collar shifted when I was close to her that I had been able to see them.

“I wasn’t proud of those,” she said softly, her eyes falling away from mine as she spoke. A shadow crossed her features, and I leaned down to kiss her and bring her back to me. “I love you,” she said when I pulled back, and the wetness in her eyes nearly undid me. “I want people to know I’m yours.”

My heart clenched, and I stared down at her, wanting to say something but there were no words. Realizing that I wouldn’t be able to express what I was feeling verbally, I bent my head back down to her neck, and bit her again, my arms tightening around her waist, holding her securely as she bucked.

She’s mine, I thought deliriously as our legs tangled together anxiously, and I’m hers.

To be continued...

Comments

Yumm

[(Anonymous)]

Ivy finally got hers! It's about effing time that vampire got something. She's so sweet.

Hot. Yummy. Funny. All of the previously written. And I love that "freshly baked goods made Ivy ridiculously happy." That was my favorite.

Re: Yumm

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Ivy finally got hers! It's about effing time that vampire got something.

I know, right! If any deserves action til they can't action no more, it's Ivy "McDreamy" Tamwood.

And I love that "freshly baked goods made Ivy ridiculously happy." That was my favorite.

cute!Ivy makes me smile as much as brooding, angsty, dreamy Ivy makes my pants happy :D

[su-bones.livejournal.com]

“I want people to know I’m yours.”

Good god, why so awesome, Ivy? Why? I'm quite sure it's not healthy to have such a big crush on a fictional character. Oh well, too bad...my excuse is that I'm empathizing with rachel...must be it. *nods*

(lol)

and freshly baked goods made Ivy ridiculously happy.

Hehe, so cute :)

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Good god, why so awesome, Ivy? Why?

I don't know. She just is. And we love her for it.

I'm quite sure it's not healthy to have such a big crush on a fictional character.

Well, I'm right there with you. Ivy's probably lucky she's fictional, or else there where be a procession of women lined up to declare her love for her, and their desire to hug her forever!

Hehe, so cute :)

cute!Ivy makes my ovaries happy :D

[su-bones.livejournal.com]

And we love her for it.

Damn right!


a procession of women lined up to declare her love for her, and their desire to hug her forever!

Yup, that's true ^^

[ex-stanleyt.livejournal.com]

I get all excited when I see your userpic appear on my friends page *goes to read*

[ex-stanleyt.livejournal.com]

That was awesome! :)

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

*smile* I'm glad you enjoyed it :D

[vjb2006.livejournal.com]

I really like this chapter - I wasn't too sure about how Alice spoke to Rachel at the end of the last chapter, but the description of her conversation with Ivy rang true for me here. Very nice piece of work!

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! I'm really glad that you enjoyed the chapter, and that the content of her conversation with Ivy felt right. I was a bit worried about the 'kill you twice' comment, but I think that Alice is very protective of Ivy in her own way, and that she knows the possible risks of their relationship. She just knows that the benefits if it works, far outweigh those risks. But, a mother's gotta do, what a mother's gotta do.

[jaina47.livejournal.com]

Gah...these two are just too cute! Also smoking hot! Damn. Of course Ivy would want to be marked by Rachel and seen as completely hers. Perfect.

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Of course Ivy would want to be marked by Rachel and seen as completely hers. Perfect.

She really is so perfect. There's just something so dreamy and romantic about giving yourself to someone so completely. Ivy is just ... *dreamy sigh* Seriously, I just want to smack book!Rachel every time I think about how ridiculous happy she could be with Ivy. *le sigh*

[pie-tlw.livejournal.com]

Hum nice... Really hot and really cute!

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! I'm really glad that you enjoyed the update :D

[runetraverse.livejournal.com]

Damn, I just re-read this again (haven't commented, bad me) and I LOVE it! *glee* Figured I'd put a few favorites / highlights for the whole thing here. ^^


Part 1:

The whole yelling out Ivy's name bit was frigging beautiful. That cliche usually bugs me, but I got totally hooked into it and it worked perfectly. Kisten's whole 'gentleman stepping aside' attitude fit awesomely with his character; plus, his whole line about knowing Rachel loved him made me "awwww." Is it possible to cheer for Ivy / Rachel and still want to give Kisten a hug?


Part 2:

Ivy's bit with "he tricked me, I ought to go pound him" made me snicker, because it was totally her, and it showed their relationship with that brother-and-sister / comrade light I adore. And the fact that she ran right home was totally sweet. The "What?" conversation was funny as all get-out, if only because I can see them both being that frustrated with trying to express / understand their emotions. That, and the word "boobie" had me flat-out laughing out loud - Rachel would TOTALLY think that, and it just cemented the first-person POV all the better.

“Yes,” I whispered as her tongue brushed against my heated flesh. “Yes, god yes. Have,” I moaned as I felt the sharpness of her teeth against my soft, vulnerable flesh. “Take,” gasped as she nuzzled my throat, lips, tongue and teeth teasing the flesh she found there. “Yours,” I promised, drawing a growl from her that almost made me come on the spot. “Take it,” I panted. Take me.

Holi - frick - hot - GAH!!!! *combusts into a little pile of ash* Rachel isn't the only one who thinks growls are hot, thanks. xD


Part 3:

Okay, the time-skip and Kisten's death - plus their reactions to it - made me sniffle. Seriously, my hat is off to you for being able to write the angsty / melancoly so well. That stuff isn't easy to pull off at all, let alone as convincingly as you did. At least you tempered it with the idea of Ivy being hot around the pooltable, or I seriously would've bawled. (as a sidenote, yay for the pooltable! ^^)

The sharing blood was great, too. Still kind of sad, but mostly sweet and fluffy, and grounded in Hollows' logic no less. Of course, then we get to Alice -

- I actually woke up my puppy laughing at that whole scene. Between the idiot chortling and wincing groans, he seriously thought I'd gone off the deep end. It was just too awesome!!


Which brings us to today's Part 4:

Frick frick frickin' hot!!!! Okay, the beginning was more adorable and domestic-y than anything else. And I sympathize with Rachel, I've got a friend that's similar to Ivy - she can eat anything, and I mean ANYTHING, and she's still so thin she borders on bony. Though if I had Ivy to work off my calories . . . *dreamy sigh, snaps to* Ahem!

Rachel's biting was sooooo good, and I really like the fact that she didn't drink the blood. It was a reminder that Rachel's not a vamp (biting doesn't come naturally to her) but she's trying to work on being more sensitive to Ivy's needs now. Gives us all hope for everyone's favorite redheaded lunatic. xD

“I want people to know I’m yours.”

That whole conversation has to be my favorite part, hands down. The idea of marking / belonging to someone that way is probably my absolute favorite plot-thingie ever, and you did it fantastically well. And hot, mustn't forget the hot. ^^

Okay, I'll stop babbling like a fangirl for now. xD In tl;dr, m'dear, I absolutely love it. Your writing is fabulous. ^^

(OH! And the above-mentioned puppy is now apparently mesmerized by your "no homo!" icon. He's been staring at it while I type for a good three minutes.)

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

The whole yelling out Ivy's name bit was frigging beautiful. That cliche usually bugs me, but I got totally hooked into it and it worked perfectly.

lol, I know it's so cliche. I was like, "ah, don't write something like that" to myself, but it really felt like something Rachel would do. Just one of the unfortunate times her true feelings bleed through in uncomfortable ways.

Is it possible to cheer for Ivy / Rachel and still want to give Kisten a hug?

No, I feel the same way. Kisten was a pretty good guy. I mean he was no where Ivy level dreaminess, but I liked him. And I would have liked him a lot more if he had been the cute supportive friend, to a Ravy romantic dream team.

Ivy's bit with "he tricked me, I ought to go pound him" made me snicker, because it was totally her, and it showed their relationship with that brother-and-sister / comrade light I adore.

I love the Ivy/Kist friendship too. I liked that we got to see a lighter, more playful side of her with him. And he loved her, and I can never really dislike someone who loves Ivy.

Rachel isn't the only one who thinks growls are hot

Nice to know Rachel and I aren't the only ones with growl fetishes, lol!

At least you tempered it with the idea of Ivy being hot around the pooltable, or I seriously would've bawled. (as a sidenote, yay for the pooltable! ^^)

I'm glad there was good balance. I wanted to show their sadness, but I didn't want it to be overwhelming. I wanted them to be able to bask in their new domestic bliss, even though it's a sad time.

Plus, pooltable!ivy is just too good to pass up!

And I sympathize with Rachel, I've got a friend that's similar to Ivy - she can eat anything, and I mean ANYTHING, and she's still so thin she borders on bony.

I know, me too! I think everyone has a bastard friend like that, lol.

It was a reminder that Rachel's not a vamp (biting doesn't come naturally to her) but she's trying to work on being more sensitive to Ivy's needs now.

This. It's like, Rachel will not desire the taste of blood like a vampire, but she'll do it because Ivy needs it and Ivy's needs are important to her. Just like Ivy has controlled and changed a lot of things about herself for Rachel.

The idea of marking / belonging to someone that way is probably my absolute favorite plot-thingie ever

I love this idea too. And this pairing captures the incredibly romantic nature of it so well.

puppy is now apparently mesmerized by your "no homo!" icon. He's been staring at it while I type for a good three minutes

Even the puppy isn't fooled by Rachel! The puppy sees through your "I'm not wired that way" shenanigans Rachel Morgan!

Thanks so much for the reviews, it was great reading them and I hope you enjoy the next part :D

[gochateau.livejournal.com]

Mmm... Ivy can help me work off a few calories any day! Every day!

The bit about freshly baked goods making Ivy ridiculously happy made me laugh. So cute. I also liked how you incorporated the caps that Kisten gave Rachel... way to put them to good use :p

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

Ivy can help me work off a few calories any day! Every day!

I know, right! I'd never stop "working out" with her to help me :D

I also liked how you incorporated the caps that Kisten gave Rachel... way to put them to good use

Yeah, now they can be used the way they always should have been used! On Ivy! You know she'd be way more into it than Kist too.

[alexz6.livejournal.com]

ummmmm I want an Ivy of my own!!!!
She loves Rachel so much it's so freakin adorable!!!
And have I told you lately just how much I LOOOOOVE your writing style? cuz i REALLY REALLY do!
Youre a magnificent writer and if you could just keep on writing continously forever....please?!

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

I want an Ivy of my own!!!!

lol, I think we all do! :D

She loves Rachel so much it's so freakin adorable!!!

This. Ivy's love for Rachel is the dreamiest thing about her.

Thanks so much for the kind words, I'm thrilled that you're enjoying it, and I hope I can keep up the good work!

[lost-dreamer23.livejournal.com]

I hope I remembered my password and this posts. Otherwise, I'm ticked off.

Either way, YAY! UPDATES! You're like...an idol to me. You NEVER -- and I mean NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER NEVER EVER NEVER NEVER IN A GAZILLION YEARS -- disappoint. I particularly like how you went about Rachel biting Ivy -- hot stuff! VeryHotStuff.

And, in case you care ~ I finally got all the books! Now to plow through them -- I was going to get them a while ago, but I was sick first, then my dad was sick, but now my mom bought me all of them because I got a B average for my first semester in High School. Yay me? I think so.
~~So I'm off to read~~

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

I particularly like how you went about Rachel biting Ivy -- hot stuff!

Rachel biting Ivy is my new "hottest thing ever". I don't know why, but the idea of Ivy submitting to Rachel is just sexy as hale.

Have fun reading the books! They're a quick read, and fun (though they can be frustrating at times - or all the time in the case of Book 3!)

[yukivampyra.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Definitely loved this. :D

The bit about the muffins was so charmingly domestic it made me smile. And Rachel biting Ivy was hot, and so was Ivy's submissiveness.

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

The bit about the muffins was so charmingly domestic it made me smile.

I'm really interested in the domestic nature of their relationship. Like I think if they were together it would be super cute to just follow them around for the day and see them be super cute together.

And Rachel biting Ivy was hot, and so was Ivy's submissiveness.

This and this. Rachel biting Ivy is my new "hottest thing ever" for serious. And the idea of Ivy submitting to Rachel is just sexy as hale. I love dom!Ivy, but there's something so much more romantic about sub!Ivy because it shows just how much she loves Rachel (which brings the emotional porn into it, and the emotional porn is so good with these two).

[snowydragon1776.livejournal.com]

Oh well done!

I loved it all. The muffin bit was great :D

[seriousfic.livejournal.com]

“Muffins,” Ivy responded and I blinked at her. “She’s going to bake some for me,” she pronounced almost proudly.

Careful, Rachel. Now that Ivy has you and your sweet, sweet blood, all she has left to obsess over is delicious muffins. First she plays your mom against you for those sumptuous baked goods, but before long, deals will be made with eldritch forces and pastries will be exchanged. And if you ask her to share, Ivy will only give you the bottom of the muffin!