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Fic: Open Your Eyes (Rachel/Ivy, The Hollows 7/?)
I know it's been a while since there's been an update to this *tenses and prepares to duck out of the way of rotten fruits and vegetables*. In any case, I hope you haven't forgotten about the story entirely, and I promise it won't be so long for the next update.
Title: Open Your Eyes
Author: Janine
Fandom: The Hollows
Pairing: Ivy/Rachel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Chapter Summary: Rachel returns home after hiding out while Ivy talked to Glenn.
Previous Chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six
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PART 7
When I returned to the church just before sundown, I found Ivy sprawled out on the couch watching an alarmingly graphic documentary about cannibalistic insects. I paused in the doorway, watching as her head slowly turned to look at me and quickly prayed that her choice in television programs didn't reflect her current state of mind.
"Hey," I greeted.
Rumor has it that Marianna is my middle name, but really it's Eloquence.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back," Ivy's voice was monotone, but her lips curved up a little as she spoke and I knew that she was as okay as she could be given how she had spent her afternoon.
I smiled a little sheepishly, acknowledging the barb and the truth of it. I probably could have come back sooner, but I didn't want to risk coming back while Glenn was still around. I'd face off against Were's, vampires, banshees, black witches and demons without hesitation, but the idea of facing Glenn's accusatory eyes was too much for me to even contemplate. Facing off against the Inderland's Most Wanted I had moral indignation on my side and righteous fury had been enough to see me through many difficult situations, but all I could offer Glenn was lowered eyes and an abashed 'sorry' and I knew that even combined they wouldn't be enough.
"Care for some company?" I asked pushing off of the doorframe into the room. Ivy looked like she needed a hug and I loved that I was able to give them to her now.
"Always," she responded, and she shifted on the couch a little making some room for me to lie down in front of her.
Perfect spooning position, I thought dreamily.
I wasted no time moving over towards her and soon found myself delightfully surrounded by sleek limbs, warm skin, and vampire incense.
"How did it go?" I asked a little while after settling down on the couch.
Lord knew I didn't really want to talk about it, and Ivy wasn't exactly one to let loose with her feelings over a box of bonbons and Meg Ryan DVDs, but I knew that the conversation with Glenn had to have been difficult and that she needed to talk about it, even if she didn't particularly want to.
"As well as could be expected," Ivy sighed, shifting uncomfortably behind me though whatever discomfort she was feeling was emotional and not influenced by the way we were arranged on the couch.
I winced a little as she words registered with me. 'As well as could be expected' pretty much meant it sucked but things weren't thrown, no blood was shed, and nothing was said on either side that couldn't be forgiven at a later date when tempers had cooled.
Ivy's arm was draped across my waist and her hand resting lightly on my stomach. I moved my hand down to where hers lay and began to slowly run my fingers back and forth along the back of her hand.
"So, does that mean that he doesn't hate your guts?" I asked, remembering her worry from a few nights before that ending her romantic relationship with Glenn would ruin her friendship and working relationship with him as well.
Ivy snorted indelicately behind me, and then sighed softly.
"He doesn't hate my guts," she breathed out. "I … I don't think he was terribly surprised by the news actually," she continued sighing again. "He definitely didn't like the news, but I don't think he was surprised by it." Her body stiffened behind me with tension as she spoke and I put my other hand over top of hers, trying to offer her a little comfort and support.
"What did he say?" I asked gently.
She breathed in deeply and was silent for a few moments before she finally exhaled and responded.
"He said he should have known," she related in the self-protective monotone I had unfortunately heard from her quite a bit in the past. "He wanted to know if I was the one who moved on you. If I'd been hunting you the entire time he and I were dating. He wanted to know if we'd had sex or shared blood since I'd been with him, and he wanted to know how long it had been going on," she stopped talking for a moment to draw in a deep, fortifying breath. "I answered truthfully, and afterwards he just seemed … tired, resigned I guess. He …" she stopped speaking for a moment and I wished desperately that I had been facing her so that I could have tried to read the look on her face, but what she was thinking and feeling was a mystery to me at that moment. "He didn't stay long," she finally breathed out. I knew that wasn't what she had begun to say before, but I didn't press her. "Matthew's a professional and a good person. We'll be fine. I just need to give him some space for a while."
"I'm glad," I told her honestly.
Her past had made Ivy guarded. It wasn't easy for her to let down her defenses enough for people to really get to know her. Hell, I'd known her for years without really having any idea what she was really like. Having someone like Glenn in her life, someone who knew what her life was like and understood the things she struggled with daily was important and I was happy that my indecision hadn't cost her that.
There was of course a little spark of jealousy at the thought of them spending time together again in the near future when Glenn's wounds had healed some, but I knew from seeing Ivy and Kisten interact that she was capable of being friends, and only friends, with her former lovers.
"So," I began trying to lighten the mood a little bit. "I guess this space thing means that I should probably try to avoid being picked up by the FIB a while, huh?"
Ivy's body relaxed behind me. "If you can manage it," the vampire drawled. She sounded amused and I was glad to hear the lighter tone in her voice. "Though I have to say, avoiding being picked up by the FIB is always a good idea," she continued in a teasingly condescending tone. "Like most good ideas it's just been extremely difficult for you to grasp."
It was funny because it was true and that made me want to cry a little. It was like I was genetically predisposed to trouble. Even when I was trying to be good I ended up with someone trying to slap handcuffs on me. Woe, I piteously moaned in my mind, woe.
"Watch it," I muttered moving my elbow back to jab Ivy lightly in the stomach. "Now that you're free to get some you don't want to talk your way out of it."
"Not likely," Ivy responded nuzzling my neck.
"What? You don't think I can hold out against your charms?" I asked challengingly as I squirmed in her arms until I was able to turn around and face her.
"No, not as long as I can hold out at least," Ivy stated as if it was pure fact. "I've had a lot of practice … restraining myself," she continued a second later and I felt my face flush with heat and knew that I was visibly blushing.
She'd had a lot of practice because I'd been sexually frustrating her for the entire time that we had lived together, if not longer than that. She had become an expert at looking but not touching, at yearning from a distance. She was well acquainted with holding back. She knew what it was to have what she wanted right in front of her but not be able to take it. She knew what it was to smell my desire, to hear my heart thundering in my chest and know she was the cause of it but have to walk away nonetheless.
Yes, Ivy could hold out longer than me. She'd been holding out for years and I had barely been able to wait the three days she had needed in order to break up with Glenn in person.
In a battle of will I stood no chance against Ivy.
"Right," I murmured still blushing profusely.
"Ssh, there's no need for that dear heart," she purred, lifting her hand to stroke my ruddy cheek lightly. "I don't want to hold out."
Her voice was dipped in honey, it was dripping with sex; it was a caress in and of itself. I shuddered slightly in her arms and I knew instinctively that if she really wanted to she could talk me to orgasm.
"I-veeee," I groaned in response, because I word good for stuffs and other things.
"Ra-chel," she replied in a voice that was barely a whisper, her perfect lips forming the syllables of my name with a precision that would have made my knees weak if I had been standing. "You won. Claim your prize."
I was still for a moment, temporarily overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her sexiness, but then I surged towards her, molding my body against the length of her as I pressed my lips to hers hotly.
Hell yeah, I was going to claim my prize. I was going to claim it like a champ all night starting right that moment.
To be continued …
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I eagerly await the next update.
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This nearly destroyed every rational brain cell I possess. There's no way anyone can even hold out for 3 seconds when Ivy says something like that.
I'm with exposedwords too - you're evil personified, and so very, very good at what you do. Please update soon!
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I was actually just thinkin about how I was missing Rachel/Ivy from you!!!!
Im very excited to read that the next part will be up sooner than it took this one to get to us:p
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I love flustered Rachel. She's adorable and positively downright awesome. Please update soon! <3
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but not reallyand it was just as sweetly angsty as I imagined it would be. :)no subject
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