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

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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

[snowydragon1776.livejournal.com]

Oh well done!

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