Fic: Open Your Eyes (Rachel/Ivy, The Hollows 3/?)

[fembuck]

Title: Open Your Eyes
Author: Janine
Fandom: The Hollows
Pairing: Ivy/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:  I don’t own them.
Summary:  Ivy's with Glenn and Rachel's just going to have to learn to live with that.  Or is she? 
Note:  This story is a sequel to my fic “Burning”.  You may want to read/re-read that one first before reading this, but it is not strictly necessary to in order to understand what's happening in this story.
Previous Chapters:  one, two

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PART 3

I'd never touched a female body so intimately before, but to my relief I found that previous experience wasn't really necessary. Instinct guided my hands to places that made Ivy gasp and moan, and knowledge of my own body let me know what to do with my hands once they found their destination.

"Rachel," Ivy panted.

Instinct had guided my hand under her shirt to cover her breast and knowledge of myself had led me to slip my hand under the material of her bra so that my thumb could brush over the hard peak of her nipple and my fingers could pinch at the plump nub. I had been in the process of discovering just how hard I could pinch without causing her actual discomfort when she panted my name.

"More?" I asked roughly, my thumb and forefinger already squeezing slightly in anticipation of her words.

"No," Ivy breathed out, shuddering slightly beneath me.

I squeezed a little harder, ready and more than willing to move things further along when her words registered with me and my hand stilled. I breathed in deeply trying to calm my racing heart down, and I blinked a few times as I tried to get my mind to focus so that I could make sense of what Ivy had just said.

"Am," I began hesitantly, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, "am I hurting you?"

I was almost unable to fathom that I could be, but I had to make sure. The dating guide Ivy had given me so long ago had shown and described living vampires do things with each other and their familiars that were far more 'adventurous' shall we say, than what I was doing to Ivy and they'd sounded like they couldn't get enough of it.

A slow, sensuous smile spread across Ivy's lips at that before she murmured, "No, you're not hurting me," with more than a small touch of amusement in her voice.

I relaxed a little at her response, relieved that I hadn't inadvertently caused her pain, however my relief only last for a second.

"We just need to stop," Ivy continued a moment later, drawing back from me as much as she could with me still sitting in her lap.

"Stop?" I asked not quite able to process the meaning of the word with my hand still on her tit.

"Stop," she repeated using my distraction to reach under her shirt and gently pull my hand away from her breast.

"Okay," I finally breathed out though my body was still humming with desire. "Did I do something wro…?"

"No," Ivy interjected as she held onto the hand she had just taken out of her shirt. "You were doing a lot of things very, very right," she continued, her voice dissolving into a purr for a moment. "If we went on like that for any longer I wouldn't have been able to stop you."

"Ivy," I said lowly, my voice little more than a rasp. "I don't want to stop."

Her eyelids fluttered and a ragged breath was released from her before she opened her eyes again to look at me.

"I know," she said breathing in deeply. Another shudder ran through her body and I knew that she could smell my desire for her, that she could tell how badly I wanted not to stop. "But I do," she continued, tightening her hold on me as if she knew that my immediate response to her words would be to try and pull away. "I'm dating Matthew," she sighed a moment later, resting her forehead on my shoulder.

"Matth …" I started before I realized that she was talking about Glenn. "Glenn," I breathed out stupidly, having actually forgotten about his existence for most of the night, though as I planned my seduction of Ivy I had simply been willing myself not to think about how I was trying to steal his girlfriend from him. "Right," I said drawing the word out uncomfortably before I tried to move off of her lap again.

"Rachel, don't. Please," she said though she loosened her hold on me enough that I could break free if I really wanted to.

"I'm feeling fidgety," I admitted, squirming in her lap a little though I didn't actually move.

'Panicky' and 'uncomfortable' were two other adjectives that I could have used to describe the jittery feelings coursing through me, but 'fidgety' was the least embarrassing.

"I don't mind if you squirm," Ivy breathed out, her relief that I was still sitting in her lap clear in her voice. "Just stay."

"Okay," I murmured even though the idea of darting was still spinning around my head.

I couldn't help it really. The mention of Glenn had thrown me for a loop. I'd put him out of my mind as much as I could for the past few days since I knew that trying to win Ivy meant that I would end up screwing him over. But now that Ivy had brought him up, I couldn't pretend that my actions weren't selfish and hurtful and it was making me really anxious.

I wanted to get up. I wanted to pace. I wanted to move. But Ivy was asking me to stay, and so I would. I could do that for her. After all that she had done for me, I could do that for her.

"Sorry," I whispered still jittering though less so.

"It's okay," Ivy said gently as she stroked my thigh soothingly. "You know you don't have to worry, don't you?" she continued in the same gentle way a second later.

"Worry?" I asked avoiding her gaze.

I was acting as if I had no idea what she was talking about, but the way my gut clenched made me suspect that Ivy was right. In fact, as my stomach clenched again in an even more painful and unpleasant way, I was sure that part of my fidgety, panicky, uncomfortableness came from the fact that I was worried. I was afraid that now that Ivy had brought up Glenn's name she would remember how super-awesome-fun the dates they had together were and she would think twice about dating my shunned, broke, slower-than-an-octogenarian-driving-on-a-Sunday ass.

Because, and it really did hurt to admit this to myself, on paper Glenn was far superior to me in ever way but gingerosity. Glenn was classically handsome and gainfully employed, and if that wasn't bad enough, he had figured out that he wanted to date Ivy within a few weeks of really getting to know her while it had taken me five years to figure it out. And, on top of all that he didn't have a black aura, or demon blood, or an adrenaline addiction, there were no demons breaking into his house and he had no fear of getting bitten by and sharing blood with someone he cared about.

And I … well, I was … I was very, very ginger. So, yeah, I suppose I was a little worried.

"I'm going to break up with him," Ivy said saving me from my torturous thoughts. "I like him Rachel, but I love you," she continued, her words finally getting me to settle down in her lap. "I just need to break up with him face-to-face before we can go any further. That's why I asked you to stop."

"Face-to-face?" I asked as my brain twirled, trying to compute all of the implications of her statement.

"Yes, face-to-face. He deserves that," Ivy responded.

"But you said he's gone for three days," I pointed out.

If she waited to break up with him in person it would mean that we would have to wait three days before we could make love to each other, and the thought nearly made me hyperventilate. I'm not a crazed horn-dog by any stretch of the imagination and I've gone far, far, sadly far, longer than three days without touching someone else's nude body, but Ivy and I had just gotten together. I had just gotten my first touch of her breasts, just experienced the wonder of her lips on mine, had just heard her moan in intimate pleasure, and I wanted more of her. I wanted to touch her naked body until my hands stopped working and the thought of not being able to love her fully for three whole days made me want to cry. I'm not joking. My eyes started to burn as they welled up with unshed tears.

"I know," she breathed out before she sighed softly and glanced away from me. "But he's been a good friend to me, Rachel and I'd like for him not to completely hate my guts after this. I can't break up with him over the phone."

I breathed in and out deeply as the words left her lips, but lifted my hand to stroke her cheek to take any thing out of my exhalation. My desire to touch her and make love to her didn't allow me to be thrilled about her statement, but I did understand it. Glenn was a good guy, and he deserved better than the situation we all found ourselves in allowed for. My glacially slow self-realization process had ensured that Glenn would be hurt, but if we could lessen the sting of the blow then we owed that to him – no matter how horny we were.

"Okay," I sighed, trailing my fingers down her neck. "Okay," I repeated, letting out a little breath and finally relaxing back into her.

Ivy's sense of honor was one of the things I loved and respected most about her and I had learned the dangers of trying to make her change a fundamental part of who she was the hard way.

It was not a mistake that I wanted to repeat.

I knew that I could have convinced her to give in to my desires and hers, but I also knew that would ultimately do more harm than good. I was pretty good at rationalizing away my less than noble actions, but Ivy didn't operate the same as I did. What I could justify and sweep under the carpet of my conscience would plague and torture Ivy. It was not as easy for her to forgive herself her faults as it was for me to forgive myself mine and I had already put her through more than enough emotional turmoil.

"You're upset," Ivy whispered, her body tensing beneath me.

"I'm not upset," I said immediately, stopping her before she could begin to beat herself up for being a good person and doing the right thing. "I like that you're honorable," I continued before brushing my lips across her forehead. "I'm just," I shifted on her lap uncomfortably, my thighs momentarily squeezing together as my cheeks flushed, "you know," I concluded not wanting to have to say it out loud.

"Believe me, I know," Ivy said in a voice that was rough with arrested desire.

A thin ring of brown had returned to her eyes as she spoke but they were still mostly inky and the desire that was still thrumming through her burned deeply in her eyes. Seeing my own longing mirrored in Ivy's eyes made me feel better about having to stop, and though my body was still strumming with arousal I felt a sense of peace and contentment when I slipped off of her lap.

"So," I drawled, trying to gather by wits about me and move back into date-mode after having been in 'gotta-get-some, gotta-get-some-now' mode for the last twenty minutes. "I guess we're at the 'quiet evening in' part of the night."

Ivy leaned back in her chair like a sleepy jungle cat, though her still dark eyes were alert as they focused on me.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked in a way that really, really, really made me wish I could suggest naked twister in her bed without tarnishing her honor.

"DVDs," I responded.

Lucky for me I had thought that my seduction of Ivy would take longer than it had which meant that I already had a series of activities planned. This meant that I didn't have to worry about formulating a plan for how to spend the rest of the evening and that was a good thing because my brain was largely occupied trying to banish the visuals of playing naked twister with Ivy from my mind.

"I picked up some we can choose from. And not one of them was made by Disney or Pixar," I continued smiling.

Jenks' children owned the television most nights and I imagined that Ivy was longing to watch something that didn't have cartoon characters as much as I was.

"Sold," Ivy declared.

She rose from her chair gracefully and then chivalrously held her hand out to me. I gratefully accepted and then hand-in-hand we made our way towards the living room to begin our quiet evening in.

To be continued …

Comments

[rainydaygirl11.livejournal.com]

I'm glad Ivy stopped! In the back of my mind, I was feeling very guilty for being happy that Rachel and Ivy kissed in the last chapter. It would've been bad to start the relationship off with cheating. Hopefully Glenn gets done early and flies back to Cinci so Rachel and Ivy can get it on guilt free!

Wonderful chapter!!! I'm never disappointed!

BTW I think I found a great Ravy song (from Rachel's pov):
Whataya want from me by Adam Lambert
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQpSJ1cocVw

[fembuck.livejournal.com]

I'm glad Ivy stopped! In the back of my mind, I was feeling very guilty for being happy that Rachel and Ivy kissed in the last chapter. It would've been bad to start the relationship off with cheating.

Word. It's like Ivy had to respond to Rachel declaration and make her intentions known as well, but screwing around behind Glenn's back would be kind of low. Not my Ivy, uh uh, she's a lady. Rachel totes doesn't really care though, lol.

BTW I think I found a great Ravy song (from Rachel's pov):
Whataya want from me by Adam Lambert

I love this song, and I hadn't thought about it before but it is a total Rachel song.

Also *out of left field* I found Adam Lambert really really attractive in that video.

[rainydaygirl11.livejournal.com]

I wonder how Ivy and Rachel are going to pass the time!!! I don't know who I feel more sorry for!

Also *out of left field* I found Adam Lambert really really attractive in that video.

Adam Lambert is really good looking! I love him most in the Details magazine photoshoot. http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p150/sf_ebay/AMA/adam-lambert-details-magazine-04.jpg

Plus I think the girl version of him would be REALLY hot!!