Fic: Open Your Eyes (Rachel/Ivy, The Hollows 6/?)

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Title: Open Your Eyes
Author: Janine
Fandom: The Hollows
Pairing: Ivy/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Chapter Summary: Rachel's finding it hard to stay away from Ivy, even though she knows that it's for the best.
Previous Chapters:  one, two, three, four, five

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PART 6

I took a leisurely shower the next morning in Ivy’s spacious bathroom before finally returning to my room to dress for the day.  My hopes of waking up in her arms from the night before had been dashed, but spending the night with her had left me feeling content and relaxed which lessened the disappointment of not seeing her as soon I awoke.

As I pulled on a pair of artfully ripped jeans and a faded ironic t-shirt, I could hear the faint sound of music filtering down the hallway from the kitchen.  I knew it was Ivy who was puttering around at the back of the church from the music playing.  I couldn’t hear it well enough to tell who the artist was, but the strings and piano I could make out clearly identified it as jazz, and that was Ivy’s preferred genre.  Smooth, sensuous and sophisticated, I thought, just like Ivy.

In my bare feet I padded my way into the kitchen as quietly as I could hoping to sneak up on Ivy even though the sensible part of me knew that it was an impossible task.  She could have had Death Metal blaring at top volume while the blender was going and she still would have been able to hear me coming.  Luckily for me my sensible part is very, very small and rarely stops me from doing anything that I want to.

Ivy was at the island with her back to the door pouring a glass of orange juice when I made it to the kitchen.  She was dressed in a form-fitting tank top and a deliciously tight pair of black jeans.   She was six feet of sun-drenched sin and all I wanted to do was walk up behind her and squeeze that perfect ass until my hands went numb and fell off.

So that’s exactly what I did.

“Hello,” Ivy purred, drawing the word out luxuriously as I pressed my lips to her bare shoulders, my hands cradling and massaging her ass as I did.

“Hey you,” I murmured, humming in delight as she leaned back into me allowing me to feel that heavenly body of hers from head to toe.

I was so captivated by the sensation of having Ivy in my arms in fact, that I missed the sparkling dust raining down on me from above.

“Good afternoon to you to, Rache.  Nice of you to finally get up,” Jenks sassed from somewhere over my head. 

I sighed pitifully.  I should have known he was flying around somewhere, just waiting to mock me about something. 

“Now if you’re finished molesting Sweet-cheeks over there, do you think we could actually have breakfast?  Your snuggle-muffin promised me peanut butter.”

“Jenks has been … keeping me company,” Ivy related as I stepped back from her, and from her less than amused tone of voice I knew that ‘keeping her company’ more likely meant that Jenks had been teasing her all morning about the fact that I had slept in her bed. 

After his initial verbal accosting of me he had warmed up to the idea of Ivy and I being together and he’d had a field day with us after Erica left, cracking jokes left, right and center, at the expense of our burgeoning new relationship.  He had been, in a word, charming.

“Keep your sarcasm to yourself vampire strumpet.  Just give me my peanut butter and I’ll leave, then Rachel can give you …”

Ivy swiped her hand at him cutting off whatever it was he was going to say next, though it wasn’t really hard to guess the nature of what had been about to come out of his mouth.  Like I said, he had been absolutely charming.

“You’ve been busy,” I said ignoring Jenks as I made my way over to the coffee pot. 

There were chopped fruits on the counter, as well as toast, bacon, eggs for Ivy, pancakes for me, and a bowl with strawberries and yogurt mixed together.  It was a nice brunch spread and I felt my stomach growl as I poured myself a large mug of coffee.

“Work up an appetite last night, did we Rache?” Jenks laughed, fluttering above my head, his pixie speed allowing him to easy dodge my hand when I lifted it up to swat at him. 

He had to watch himself around Ivy.  She was quick enough that she could catch him.  I, on the other hand, with my slow witch reflexes was simply an amusement to him.

“Ivy,” I drawled, spinning around to face her.  “Give the bug some peanut butter so he’ll go away.”

Jenks placed his hand over his heart as if he had been mortally wounded and pretended to fall out of the air before he darted up again and flew over to Ivy expectantly.

Ivy already had a thimble sitting nearby and dipped it into the tub of peanut butter resting on the counter until it was full.  She held the thimble out to Jenks and then just as he was about to take it, she pulled it back. 

Jenks took up in the air dusting angry red clouds everywhere, but Ivy remained firm, simply staring at him until he flew closer to her and calmed down. 

I saw her lips move and knew that she was talking, but her voice was too low for me to pick up what she was saying.  Jenks was quiet as she spoke, and then he hovered in the air, his tiny fist pillowed thoughtfully under his chin before he nodded his head and held out his hand. 

Ivy stared at him for a second longer, and then she placed the thimble of peanut butter in his palm.

Once he had his peanut butter in hand, Jenks flew high into the air, far out of even Ivy’s reach.

“Well, a pixie knows when he’s not wanted,” Jenks began in a humorously wounded tone of voice. 

I smirked.  Jenks certainly knew when he wasn’t wanted and that was usually when he wanted to stick around the most. 

“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon ladies.  And for the love of Tink, if you absolutely must touch each others goodies move away from the windows.  There are children about,” he continued, lowering his tone like a scandalized school marm as he gestured out the glass kitchen doors towards his families stump.

With the grace of a ballerina and the speed of a puma Ivy reached to the side and picked up batter speckled spatula from the countertop and held it up in the air threateningly at Jenks.  The pixie cackled in response, but tightened his hold on his thimble of peanut butter nonetheless and slowly flew back towards the patio doors before disappearing through them.

“Is the coast clear?” I asked as I helped myself to a piece of toast while Ivy stared off in the direction Jenks had disappeared in.

“Uh huh,” she breathed out.  “Feel free to continue man-handling my goodies,” she continued, grinning crookedly as she turned to face me. 

I placed the half-finished piece of toast I had been holding back down on my plate and turned my eyes towards her appraisingly, looking her up and down with lecherously speculative eyes.  I bit down on my bottom lip and chewed on it for a second wondering where to begin before I finally let it slide free and began to walk towards her.  I came to a stop just in front of Ivy and breathed in deeply before I reached around her to cup her ass again while I simply leaned my head forward to kiss the base of her neck.  Mine, all mine, my brain purred as I slowly and possessively mapped her ass with my hands.

There was so much more beautiful terrain to traverse however, and after a while I trailed my hands upwards over her hips, before moving them to her flat stomach.  I dipped my thumbs under the tight material of her tank top so that I could feel the warmth of her flesh, and my breath hitched as her stomach muscles twitched underneath my fingers. 

Exhaling raggedly, I slipped my fingers out of her tank top and began to drag my hands up her sides.  My movements were slow and teasing as I made my way up her torso, and her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly as her arousal grew.  I knew if I looked up that there would be little, if any, brown left in her eyes, but I kept my eyes focused on my hands, liking the way I looked touching her.

When the tops of my hands brushed the undersides of her breasts a small, tremulous sound fell from Ivy’s lips and I felt my panties become moist as a rush of desire tore through me and my inner-muscles clenched.  I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth again and moved my hands further up until I was cupping her breasts in my hands, the weight and roundness of them making the damp spot between my legs throb and pulse with need.

My thumbs fanned out over her hardening nipples and I thought about making a joke about suddenly craving milk, but as I gently squeezed Ivy’s breasts and she let out a soft, needful moan, I found that I couldn’t speak.  All I could do was lean forward and trail my lips and tongue over her exposed flesh as my hands lovingly explored her chest.

*DING DONG*

I started, the sound of the doorbell jarring me out of the pleasant Ivy-induced haze I had fallen into.

“Was that …?” I began ask even though I knew perfectly well that it was the doorbell. 

“Doorbell,” Ivy husked.  Her voice low and rough and when I glanced up at her I saw that her eyes were just as black as I had thought they would be. 

*DING DONG*

“If we ignore it maybe they’ll go away,” I murmured though I mournfully moved my hands away from her breasts to rest on her hips.

*DING DONG*

We were still for a few moments, both of our chests still rising and falling rapidly with desire as we waited to see if the bell would ring again.

“That’s gotta be it,” I said, really, really, really wanting to kick whoever was at the door in the crotch with a steel-toed boot.

*DING DONG*

“Oh for the love of,” I muttered savagely taking a step back from Ivy.  “I’ll get it,” I said, not wanting whoever was at the door to be assaulted by six-feet of black-eyed, sexually frustrated vampire.  Nobody deserved that, no matter how bad their timing was.

I marched towards the door ready to open it, call out “Not interested!  Sorry,” and slam it immediately after.  I planned the whole thing out in my head as I made my way towards the door and I figured that the encounter would take five seconds or less, and calculated that I could be back with Ivy within a minute of leaving her if I walked quickly enough.

I pulled the door open swiftly, words already tumbling out of my mouth as I did.

“Not inter … Glenn?” I asked my eyes widening as I registered the figure standing in front of me.

“Hey, Rachel,” Glenn replied smiling warmly as he took a step towards me to enter the church.

Automatically I took a step back making room for him.

“What aren’t you interested in?” he asked conversationally as he entered the church fully allowing me to close the door.

“Oh nothing,” I said slowly.  I was staring at him as if he were some sort of strange mythological creature with the head of a horse and body of an ostrich or something, and I knew it was rude, but I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that he was standing in front of me.  “Local newspaper,” I managed to get out.  “They’ve been coming around asking for ‘donations’.”

“You don’t want to know when finger paint stations are going to be set up at the local library?” he asked playfully as he slipped off his shoes. 

He had been trained well by Ivy not to wear outdoor footwear in the church.

“No,” I replied dimly, still too gobsmacked by his presence to realize that he was teasing me and respond accordingly.

Glenn stared at me for a moment as if contemplating whether he should try and figure out what was going on with me, but then he looked away clearly deciding that figuring out what was going on in my head was an impossible task, especially at 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

“Is Ivy home?”

Ivy, I thought, his girlfriend who I had been feeling up in the kitchen minutes ago after seducing her away from him.

“Yeah,” I breathed out.  “Kitchen,” I added, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Thanks,” Glenn responded slowly, no doubt a little unnerved by my freakish behavior.

I stood still as a statue, watching him walk toward the kitchen in his socks, my body only lurching into motion after him when he had almost reached the doorway that led into large room. 

I wondered at the wisdom of following him in there, certain that I didn’t want to see his reunion with Ivy, but my legs had started moving and they were taking me towards the kitchen so there didn’t seem to be much that I could do about it.

Glenn was apparently half-cheetah, half-man because by the time I made it into the kitchen he had already crossed the room and was holding a stiff-bodied Ivy in his arms, his lips pressed against her smooth, ivory cheek as his deep voice warmly said, “It’s good to see you.”

Ivy pulled back from him and smiled as she placed her hands on his chest in a way that was somehow restraining and affectionate.  It was like she was holding him back while also checking out his pecs. 

The ambiguousness of the action was truly impressive.

I was comforted that his large frame was no longer wrapped around her, but at the same time was freaking out seeing them touching.  I was torn.  I wanted to fall to my knees and beg for his forgiveness but I also wanted to run over to him screeching like a harpy and claw at his face until he unhanded my snuggle-muffin. 

God, my brain was confusing sometimes.

Despite Ivy’s defensively placed hands I saw Glenn begin to lean forward as if to kiss her and I was compelled to do something.

“Uh,” I said.

So it wasn’t brilliant but it was something.

“Rachel,” Ivy gasped stepping away from Glenn.

She’d been aware of me the moment I entered the room but she was using my clumsily announced presence as an excuse to take a step back from Glenn.

“Hey,” I said, smiling and nodding awkwardly as my eyes traveled between them.  “I can uh, see that you’re getting, uh … reacquainted,” I went on, “and that’s cool.  I’ll let you get back to that.  I just wanted to tell you,” I said focusing my gaze on Ivy, “that I’m going … out and I’ll be back after … I mean later.  Later on … in the day.  So … bye,” I finished giving them both another awkward smile and then I turned quickly and ran away.

To be continued …



Comments

[orange-creative.livejournal.com]

Heh, I liked Rachel's clumsy excuse. But totally understandable.