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Fic: All We Need (Rachel/Ivy, The Hollows 3/4)
Title: All We Need
Author: Janine
Fandom: The Hollows
Pairing: Rachel/Ivy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: It’s a regular, unremarkable day at Vampiric Charms … until it’s not.
Part One
Part Two
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PART THREE
An Hour Later
Rachel closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. A wave of contentment rolled over her as Ivy’s scent flowed through her, and she shifted against the warm body beneath her, tightening the hold she had on Ivy’s waist. The DVD Ivy had put on was still playing, but Rachel wasn’t paying attention to it and she doubted that Ivy was either. They had both seen it before and there were far more interesting things that they could be concentrating on.
With her eyes still closed, Rachel focused on the sound of Ivy’s heart beating. Her head was resting on Ivy’s chest, just over her heart and on and off during the movie, Rachel would focus on the steady sound of Ivy’s heart pumping and smile. Ivy could hear her heart beating pretty much whenever she wanted to, but Rachel had never had the pleasure. She and Ivy had never been able to be close enough to each other for long enough for her to hear Ivy’s. It was a comforting sound, a soothing sound, and Rachel hoped that she would be able to hear it again in the future. It was nice being able to be near Ivy like they were at the moment, and now that she knew the peace that was to be had in Ivy’s arms, she knew she would need to experience it again, hopefully often.
Rachel shifted her hand, moving it so that it was resting lightly on top of Ivy’s stomach, and smiled a little as her hand began to move up and down gently with Ivy’s breath. It felt so good to be pressed up against Ivy, to be on her, touching her, feeling her breathe, hearing her heartbeat. It felt, right. It felt natural somehow, like this was how things should be. Even though they had never touched like this before, it felt like coming home.
Delirious thoughts ran through Rachel’s head. She thought that she could spend entire days lying like they were then. She didn’t know why it was suddenly so easy for their auras to merge, she had never heard of such a phenomenon before, which meant that it must be extremely rare, but she had never been happier to be different. Finally, being a weirdo was paying off for her.
Rachel slipped her hand from Ivy’s stomach, moving it back to the side of Ivy’s body. She then slowly, almost hypnotically began to caress Ivy’s side gently.
Rachel had never really been a girly-girl, and she hadn’t had many ‘girlfriends’ growing up, so she’d never lounged around this way with another woman. Because of this, it had been a little strange for her being pressed up against Ivy at the beginning. It was new feeling soft curves against her instead of hard planes. But, she got used to the contact rather quickly.
Her hand moved higher on Ivy’s torso.
Rachel blinked stopping her caress just in time. Her hand hovered just below the underside of Ivy’s breast, so close that Rachel almost felt as if she could feel the heat from the generous mound of flesh warming her hand.
The witch stared at her hand for a few seconds and then shifted her gaze over to Ivy’s breast. She stared at it for a long time, enthralled by the gentle slope. Her lips parted and Rachel’s tongue peaked out from between them to wet them. Her gaze drifted back to her hand which was so close to the bountiful warmth and Rachel’s fingers twitched against Ivy, causing the backs of her fingers to brush against the underside of Ivy’s breast.
Ivy tensed immediately, and drew back away from Rachel as much as she could without sending the redhead flying.
“Rachel,” the living-vampire gasped.
Rachel immediately snatched her hand back.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her face burning as realization hit her.
She had wanted to feel Ivy up! She had tried to feel Ivy up! She had kind of felt Ivy up!
Rachel’s heart began to pound and Ivy twitched beneath her. Ivy’s chest began to vibrate and a half purr, half growl emerged from her throat.
Rachel pressed herself against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between herself and Ivy as she could while still on top of the other woman.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed out again, looking down into Ivy’s black eyes. “I …” Rachel licked her lips again, and swayed slightly towards Ivy.
Her eyes were so dark, but they were warm and inviting. The complete blackness of Ivy’s eyes used to scare her. They used to scare her a lot, but Rachel wasn’t the least bit scared presently. Presently, she thought that Ivy’s coal black eyes were the most captivating things she had ever seen.
“Don’t know,” Rachel continued, her words coming out very slowly, and slightly dazed, “What came over me.”
She licked her lips again, and her eyes drifted down to look at Ivy’s mouth. She breathed in deeply, and bit down lightly on her bottom lip.
Something was coming over her again.
“Ivy?” she questioned a second later, her eyes lingering on Ivy’s lips for a moment longer before she looked back at her eyes.
“Yes?” Ivy’s voice was strained, and her body was unnaturally still beneath Rachel’s.
“Ivy, I …” Rachel swallowed compulsively and licked her lips again. “I … can I …” the redhead continued, her eyes dropping to Ivy’s lips again as she swallowed once more.
“Yes,” Ivy said quickly, the raw, raspy sound of her voice sending a shiver of pleasure through Rachel.
Rachel breathed in deeply, blinked once, and then she closed the small distance between them and pressed her lips against Ivy’s.
She kissed her slowly at first, tentatively as if she was uncertain how welcome her caress was, but when Ivy shifted beneath her and the living-vampire’s arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her in place, Rachel flicked her tongue against Ivy’s lips, begging entrance. It was granted and Rachel wasted no time deepening the kiss.
She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Ivy released a small sound and Rachel met it with one of her own as her hands began to rub up and down along Ivy’s torso.
It was with great reluctance that Rachel pulled away from Ivy’s lips some time later. Breathing was a necessity, but it was a very inconvenient and irritating one to her at that moment.
She pulled back from Ivy’s lips and looked down at her face. Ivy’s eyes were closed. Her expression was dazed but blissful, and Rachel thought that it was perhaps the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
The redhead’s heart spiked and something hot and wet clenched between her legs.
Ivy’s eyes immediately shot open, her
“Rachel,” she groaned.
Her nostrils flared and her lips curled back off of her teeth to reveal two small fangs.
“I can’t help it,” Rachel breathed out, knowing that Ivy could smell her increasing desire and that it was probably driving her insane. She wasn’t trying to provoke Ivy. She just couldn’t control her body’s reaction to the other woman. She could feel Ivy all around her, and smell her, and hear the soft falls of her breath and she wanted to …
Rachel’s hips shifted against Ivy, and Ivy reached up and grabbed her arms to hold her still. Ivy’s movement was quick, vampire quick and Rachel looked down at her with a touch of alarm. Ivy’s breath was coming rapidly, and her eyes were closed.
She was on the edge, and Rachel wasn’t sure whether she wanted Ivy to catch herself, or whether she wanted her to fall.
“I have to go,” Ivy said opening her eyes a few seconds later. They were still black as licorice and her breath wasn’t coming any slower.
“You don’t,” Rachel said, immediately grabbing hold of Ivy as if she could physically force the living-vampire to stay right where she was. “I want to touch,” Rachel breathed out, her own more modest chest heaving as she stared down at Ivy.
Ivy’s lips parted in response to her words, and a soft, almost mewling sound escaped from her throat. The sound seemed to travel straight from Ivy’s lips to Rachel’s center, and Rachel moaned, “Ivy,” in response before shifting against her and murmuring, “I really, really want to touch you.”
Ivy’s face was a mask of desire, but instead of darting forward and capturing Rachel’s lips with her own like she wanted to, she angled her face back and away from Rachel. “I want to touch you too,” Ivy whispered. “I also want to wake up beside you,” she breathed out, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “I…” Ivy paused there, her features contorting for a moment almost as if she were in pain, and Rachel knew that whatever she was about to say was going to be difficult for her. “I want to go with you to visit
Rachel pulled back sharply, her lips pressing together in a tight line as she looked down at Ivy with fire in her eyes. Green eyes flashed, and her lips parted to tell Ivy exactly where she could shove it, but before she could utter a sound, Ivy’s expression cut through Rachel’s wall of indignance and the redhead pressed her lips together again without saying a word.
She didn’t like Ivy’s last comment, she didn’t like it at all, but anger was not the answer. Beneath her, Ivy looked like she was barely hanging on. She looked like she was seconds away from crumpling into pieces, and so Rachel chewed on her bottom lip to keep herself from speaking.
Ivy’s words had been uncharacteristically blunt, but she had to admit that before Ivy spoke she hadn’t thought about the implications of taking their relationship to the next level. She hadn’t considered whether she wanted to have a romantic relationship with Ivy, she hadn’t really considered anything much beyond “horny, must touch Ivy.” Granted, it was a pressing thought. She was very horny, and she really, really wanted to touch Ivy, but it wouldn’t have been fair to Ivy to sleep with her if she didn’t want more.
“I’m not trying to use you to scratch an itch,” Rachel said, her words coming slowly as she thought very carefully about them before letting them fall from her lips. “I’ve thought about waking up beside you,” she continued softly, a little smile touching her lips at the memory of the daydream she had had about slipping into bed with Ivy and holding her gently as Ivy smiled at her sleepily. “I meant what I said earlier. I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to keep you,” Rachel continued, reaching out to rest her hand on Ivy’s stomach. She left it there for a second, testing Ivy out, and then she slowly began to move her hand, caressing Ivy in what she hoped was a soothing motion. “I just thought that maybe we could start with the touching, and work our way up to cross country visits to see my mom and … the bank.”
Ivy’s lips curved up into an amused smile, and her body relaxed under Rachel’s.
“I love you, Ivy,” Rachel said, knowing that even though Ivy had been amused by the last part of her comment, that she would need more of a confirmation before she really relaxed.
“I’m … difficult,” Ivy murmured blinking rapidly. Her heart was still thundering in her chest, but some brown was returning to her pupils, and she seemed calmer than before, though she also seemed extremely uncomfortable.
“So am I,” Rachel murmured, touching Ivy’s cheek gently. “You’re also pretty dreamy,” she whispered.
Ivy blushed faintly at that, and Rachel smiled brightly at her before slowly leaning down to press her lips against Ivy’s. She wanted to give Ivy a chance to pull away if that’s what she wanted, but Ivy stayed put, and Rachel had never been happier to have her lips touching another person’s.
“I don’t want to be bitten,” Rachel said hesitantly once they had parted. She knew that it would be a major issue, maybe even a deal breaker, but she had to say it.
“I know,” Ivy said blinking slowly. She kept her voice low and steady, but Rachel could detect a hint of hurt under her modulated tone. “I won’t bite you. I swear to you that I won’t bite you.” Ivy’s voice vibrated with passion, with the sincerity of her words and Rachel’s fingers clenched at the material of her tank top, bunching it in her fingers as she held Ivy close to her. “I’m just not …” Ivy began before wincing slightly and angling her head away.
“Just not what?” Rachel asked gently, prodding but not demanding. She knew that whatever Ivy was going to say was probably embarrassing for her, but they had to talk. If this was going to work they had to talk. Keeping things from each other never led to anything but heartache with them, and this time Rachel wanted a happy ending.
Ivy tilted her head back so that she was staring at the ceiling and sighed deeply.
“It’s easier for me to have sex without blood, than it is to share blood without sex, but easier doesn’t really mean easy.” Ivy kept her eyes trained on the ceiling as she spoke, absolutely refusing to meet Rachel’s eyes as she divulged this. “It’s hard sometimes, when you’re that close to someone, scents mixing, blood rushing madly beneath their veins, bodies rubbing, tingling all over to not just,” Ivy’s lips parted as a low moan escaped from her, her fangs flashing wetly in the light of the room before she clamped her lips shut again.
Rachel felt a throb of desire at the sight of Ivy’s fangs as she always did. The irony of it didn’t escape her. She knew it was crazy to ache for the only thing she had to deny them both. But ironic or not, she couldn’t handle sharing blood presently.
“You swore you wouldn’t bite me.” She sounded confused and pulled back from Ivy a little though she made no move to get off of her.
“And I won’t,” Ivy said firmly, keeping still though she desperately wanted to reach out for Rachel and pull her close again. “I might just have to … leave. To avoid doing it,” she sighed, her eyes trailing up to the ceiling again as red touched her cheeks once more.
“You mean while we’re …?” Rachel asked letting the question trail off.
Ivy closed her eyes looking completely miserable and nodded.
Rachel breathed in and out and then scooted closer to Ivy, taking the vampire’s hand in her own. “That’s okay,” Rachel said squeezing her hand.
“It’s not okay,” Ivy said sadly, still avoiding Rachel’s eyes.
“It is,” Rachel insisted. “If at first you have to,” Rachel waved her hand to indicate the possibility Ivy might have to flee, “then you have to. But it’s a matter of acclamation right?” she asked, glad to see Ivy turn to look at her. The raven-haired beauty inclined her head slightly, and Rachel smiled at her. “Right, so you just need to get used it. All we need to do is … practice,” she finished, wetting her lips as she looked down at Ivy.
“Practice?” Ivy asked, tentatively hopeful as she looked back at Rachel.
“Practice,” Rachel confirmed. “A lot,” she continued smiling. “Day and night if we have to, until we’ve got this thing licked.”
“Licked?” Ivy asked smirking. The sight of her smile warmed Rachel’s heart, and another part of Rachel’s anatomy as well.
“I thought there might be some of that,” Rachel replied huskily.
“More than some,” Ivy promised, and Rachel chewed on her bottom lip as she smiled.
“Goody,” Rachel murmured, still worrying her lip as she looked down at Ivy with an impossibly charmed looked on her face. She was both turned on by Ivy and utterly enamored with her, and she didn’t know whether to start ripping off Ivy’s clothes or whether to place a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Rachel?” Ivy questioned, drawing Rachel out of her thoughts.
“Mm.”
“Can we start practicing now?” Ivy asked.
The gray silk that did wonderful things to Rachel’s body was in Ivy’s voice again, and when Rachel looked down she saw that Ivy’s eyes were
“Yes,” Rachel whispered leaning down to press her lips against Ivy’s. “God, yes,” she whispered again, a little more desperately as Ivy’s hands moved to her hips.
Ivy’s hand slid under the thin material of the t-shirt Rachel was wearing, and Rachel breathed in sharply before pressing herself into Ivy’s hand, kissing the raven-haired beauty more deeply as she did.
Rachel smiled as Ivy’s hand slipped further under her shirt until the living-vampire was cupping her breast. She had a feeling that she was going to be agreeing with Ivy, vigorously, for the rest of the night.
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Much Later
Rachel pointed her toes forward, towards the front wall of Ivy’s room and lifted her hands up in the air as she stretched out her body. She strained for a few moments, and then she released the position and fell bonelessly against the bed once more.
Her head flopped to the side, and a lazy grin spread across her lips as her eyes met Ivy’s.
“Ivy,” Rachel breathed out as Ivy’s hand gently caressed her stomach.
“Hmm,” Ivy murmured, staring at her raptly as her hand continued its gentle motions.
“Nothing,” Rachel sighed happily, another dopey smile touching her lips.
Ivy grinned at her, and then the redhead felt Ivy’s arms wrap around her torso. A moment she found herself in motion, and a few seconds after that she found herself resting against Ivy’s side comfortably as the living-vampire’s arms wrapped around her, holding her firmly.
Rachel pressed her lips to Ivy’s bare shoulder and snaked her own arms more securely around her lover.
“Ivy,” Rachel said again.
“Yes?” Ivy asked, and Rachel could hear the smile in her voice.
“I think you broke my brain,” Rachel complained lightly as her thigh rubbed against Ivy’s. She couldn’t keep a thought in her head for the life of her. All she could think was, ‘Hmm, Ivy, nice.’
Ivy laughed softly, and stroked Rachel’s back tenderly.
“That’s okay,” the living-vampire murmured. “You don’t use it much anyway.”
“Oh, ha ha,” Rachel muttered, slapping Ivy’s side gently. She then proceeded to shift in Ivy’s arms a little until the raven-haired beauty loosened her hold enough for Rachel to be able to prop herself up over her lover. “Aren’t you an amusing girl?”
“Amusing woman,” Ivy corrected gently as Rachel lifted one of her hands to stroke her cheek. “I’m older than you,” she continued a touch smugly, which brought a smile to Rachel’s lips. “And, yes. I am,” she said in response to Rachel’s statement, her voice deadpan serious which only made Rachel laugh. “See?” Ivy said arching a victorious eyebrow.
“I see,” Rachel whispered, stroking Ivy’s cheek again. “I like what I see,” she added smirking, before she leaned down to brush her lips against Ivy’s, softly at first and then with increasing passion as Ivy eagerly responded to the caress.
Ivy’s lips were warm and inviting. Rachel could taste herself on them and it made her skin flush with heat. A moan escaped her throat as she remembered Ivy between her legs. God, it had been good. It wasn’t the first time anyone had gone down on her, not by far, but it had been the best time anyone had gone down on her. The things Ivy could do with her tongue were amazing.
Rachel’s thighs shifted against Ivy’s again, rubbing.
Ivy hadn’t just touched her. She had made love to her with her mouth. She had worshipped her. She paid tribute to Rachel with her lips and tongue and fingers, and she was thankful. Ivy had dedicated herself completely to Rachel’s pleasure and the higher Rachel began to fly, the more pleasure Ivy herself received from it. When Rachel came, straining against Ivy’s mouth as her hands bunched in the dark sheets adorning Ivy’s bed, she had been aware of Ivy making sounds of pleasure against her. She had felt the vibrations of Ivy’s moans, and it had made her come even harder.
She’d had three more orgasms before she’d been forced to reach down and tangle her fingers in Ivy’s hair so that she could tug Ivy’s face away from her. She hadn’t been able to catch her breath, she was shaking all over and she genuinely feared that one more orgasm would kill her.
Rachel threw her leg over Ivy’s, and pressed against her as she moved to straddle the living-vampire.
Ivy smiled at her, and shifted a little herself, tensing her thigh so that it pressed against Rachel more firmly. Rachel breathed in sharply, and then began to move her hips. Her eyelids fluttered, and her breathing increased. It felt so good. She could feel Ivy, warm and sticky beneath her, and the air that surrounded them smelt like sex, redwood and Ivy’s unique vampire incense. It was without a doubt the most intoxicating thing Rachel had ever scented and she bit her lip and forced her eyes open so that she could see Ivy’s face as she moved against her.
Ivy’s eyes were black and her lips were parted, leaving small pointed fangs visible to Rachel’s hungry eyes. Ivy’s gaze was hot enough to burn, and as they stared into each others eyes, Rachel found herself moving more vehemently against the dark goddess beneath her, her desire being spurred on by Ivy’s arousal.
Rachel groaned painfully and forced herself to stop moving.
Ivy blinked at her in confusion and released a soft, wanting sound.
“What’s wrong?” Ivy asked huskily, moving her hands to Rachel’s thighs, rubbing up and down soothingly.
“Nothing,” Rachel panted, finding herself shifting against Ivy as she spoke. Her movements were much lighter and slower than they had been seconds before, but with Ivy touching her she couldn’t stop moving completely.
“You stopped,” Ivy pointed out, her hands moving higher and higher on Rachel’s thighs. “You were close,” she purred, her nostrils flaring slightly scenting Rachel’s emotions.
Even though Rachel had slowed down, Ivy could tell that she was still very close to the edge, and she wanted so desperately to see Rachel fall into orgasm.
“I know,” Rachel said blushing.
It was bad enough that a few minutes of riding Ivy’s thigh had almost made her come. She hadn’t counted on Ivy being able to tell just how close to orgasm she had actually been, and still was. She was a grown ass woman who’d had plenty of sex in her life, plenty thank you very much. She was supposed to be beyond humping like a teenager in their mother’s basement on a Saturday night.
“I didn’t want to, like that,” Rachel breathed out, struggling not to begin moving against Ivy once more.
“No?” Ivy breathed out, her hand drifting to the top of Rachel’s thigh. Her fingers trailed between the redhead’s legs and brushed teasingly against the damp curls she found there. Rachel’s hips jerked at the ghost of a touch, and Ivy moved more decisively, pressing her thumb against Rachel’s clit. Rachel hips jerked again, and she breathed in sharply. Ivy’s began to circle the hard nub, and Rachel tilted her head back, red-hair cascading behind her as she arched her chest forward and strained into Ivy’s touch.
Ivy’s eyes traveled to Rachel’s neck, and she licked her lips. The column of Rachel’s throat was completely exposed, laid out bare and inviting for her, and she felt her fangs drop down even further.
Rachel’s skin was flushing again as her pleasure mounted, her sweet, delicious blood flooding towards the surface of her skin, and Ivy could hear it rushing through her veins, pumping furiously as Rachel moved closer and closer to orgasm.
She wanted to bite her, God how she wanted to bite her. She could practically taste Rachel’s blood in her mouth already. She knew what it tasted like. She remembered the exquisite beauty of it, how thick, and sweet, and warm it was. It had felt so good as it flowed into her mouth, and trickled down her throat. Crimson beauty, gorgeousness and gorgeosity made liquid, flowing inside of her, lighting her up like fireworks on the 4th of July.
Biting Rachel had been beautiful. It had been wonderful, magnificent, amazing … and she couldn’t do it again. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Rachel didn’t want it.
Rachel moaned piteously as Ivy pulled her hand away from her, but the sound quickly to turned into one of pleasure as she suddenly found herself flat against the mattress, Ivy lying on top of her. Ivy’s lips pressed against hers, and Rachel kissed her back hungrily as Ivy’s hands moved restlessly over her torso, and higher still until Ivy was touching her breasts and talented, tapered fingers swirled against and pinched hard pink nipples.
Ivy kissed the corner of Rachel’s mouth, and her cheek. Her lips traced lower, down to Rachel’s jaw, and as her hand slipped between Rachel’s legs, she hovered over the redhead’s neck, her lips parted as she panted.
“Ivy,” Rachel moaned, body twisting on the bed in need. “Ivy, please,” Rachel gasped.
Ivy blinked, and licked her lips again, her eyes lingering on Rachel’s neck for a moment longer before she lowered her head and kissed Rachel’s shoulder.
She had managed to control herself thus far, and she wasn’t going to ruin things presently by tempting herself with Rachel’s neck. She was stronger than that. She had waited too long and worked to hard to control herself to ruin things now that she finally had Rachel.
She was not going to bite her, and she was not going to run away. She’d fought plenty of losing battles in her life. She’d learned the taste of disappointment young and had gotten increasingly accustomed to it as she grew up. But she wasn’t going to lose this battle. She wasn’t going to leave Rachel alone in bed, while she slinked off somewhere to shake in a corner and bite at her own wrists. She was better than that, and Rachel deserved more from her.
“Sorry,” Ivy murmured, slowly dipping her fingers inside of Rachel.
While she’d been staring at Rachel’s neck, her hand had been pressed against Rachel’s sex but hadn’t been moving. It’d been driving Rachel crazy, and when Ivy finally slipped inside of her, Rachel cried out and clutched at her lover desperately.
Ivy trailed kisses down Rachel’s collarbone and then nuzzled her face against the gentle swell of Rachel’s breast, her fingers pumping in and out of Rachel as she did. Rachel arched into her, and Ivy turned her head to the side and sucked Rachel’s nipple into her mouth, sucking on it desperately, like a starving new born baby.
“Oh god, Ivy,” Rachel gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as the dual assault of Ivy’s mouth and tongue began to overwhelm her. “Ivy,” Rachel panted. “Ivy!”
Ivy’s eyes closed as Rachel reached her climax, her lips sucking more earnestly at Rachel as the redhead’s pleasure flooded her fingers and Rachel’s body shook and trembled beneath her. She kept her fingers moving, drawing out Rachel’s orgasm as long as she could, before Rachel collapsed against the mattress breathing heavily as her head spun.
Reluctantly, Ivy released Rachel’s nipple and lifted her head, so that she could kiss the underside of Rachel’s jaw before she made her way back up to her lips.
They kissed softly for a minute, and then Ivy gathered Rachel up and held her gently as Rachel recovered her breath.
“Ivy?” Rachel breathed out another minute later, her breaths coming more regularly now though her heart was still beating quite quickly.
“Hmm,” Ivy murmured in response, her lips quirking up slightly as she did.
Rachel didn’t say anything in response. She simply put her hands on Ivy’s body and began to move them suggestively, her touch conveying her desire to Ivy just as clearly as her words could have.
Ivy laughed softly, and relaxed her body, allowing Rachel to roll her over so that she was once again on her back and Rachel was on top of her.
“You’re insatiable,” Ivy drawled, still smiling as Rachel’s hands began to trail over her torso.
She couldn’t have been happier about the development. She knew that Rachel was in great shape, and that she had a pretty strong sex drive, but she hadn’t had a non-vampire lover in the past that had been able to keep up with her as well as Rachel was. Hell, even the vamps couldn’t keep up sometimes. She was demanding on her lovers, more so when blood wasn’t involved and she had been worried about pushing Rachel too far, though she hadn’t voiced that concern to the redhead. Like she was controlling her bloodlust, she knew that she would have been able to stop touching Rachel when the redhead was finally tired out, but her body was still strumming with desire and she was glad that Rachel wasn’t quite ready to hit the bench yet.
“Mm,” Rachel hummed as she leaned down to kiss Ivy’s shoulder before pressing her lips against the swell of the living-vampire’s breast.
She wanted to kiss Ivy’s neck, but Ivy had been avoiding hers all night and she figured that there must have been a reason for it. Ivy had scars all over her neck as well, most of which weren’t visible, just like Rachel’s own weren’t. But she knew that they were there, and that they were sensitive. She knew kissing Ivy’s scars wouldn’t affect Ivy the same way Ivy kissing and breathing on hers would. She didn’t have any vampire pheromones to play on Ivy with. Still, she didn’t want to tease Ivy. Even though she wasn’t going to bite Ivy, having her at her neck would get instincts going in Ivy that Rachel couldn’t satisfy, and so while the idea of leaving Ivy with an epic hickey on her neck was incredibly appealing, Rachel knew that she couldn’t do it.
“I am insatiable,” Rachel murmured, flicking her tongue over a hard, dark nipple the second she was finished speaking. “Aren’t you lucky?”
Despite her increasing arousal, Ivy laughed softly at that, and lifted her hand to Rachel’s face, encouraging the redhead to look up.
“I am,” she said, suddenly serious, dark eyes focused intensely on Rachel. “I know it,” she continued, and then she leaned up and pressed her lips against Rachel’s, kissing her slowly, deeply, until they were both breathless.
“I love you,” Rachel whispered, her lips brushing against Ivy’s as she spoke. Her voice was shaky, and she was blinking rapidly in an effort to contain tears as she spoke.
“I love you too,” Ivy returned, cupping Rachel’s face in her hands, kissing her again as a few salty droplets fell from her eyes, joining the few raining down on her from Rachel’s.
Slowly the emotions swirling inside of Rachel calmed, and she became hyperaware of the press of Ivy’s body against hers once more. She pulled away from Ivy’s lips and began to kiss her way down her body. She skipped Ivy’s neck as she had before, but she pressed her lips against her clavicle, and placed a series of butterfly kisses between Ivy’s breasts before she continued to further down.
Rachel dipped her tongue into Ivy’s belly button, and Ivy twitched beneath her and moaned. Rachel smiled against the warm, salty flesh of Ivy’s abdomen and trailed her hands up Ivy’s thighs, which she grasped and then gently nudged apart before she continued further down.
To be continued ...
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THANK
GODFEMBUCK, RACHEL FINALLY GOT A CLUE!!!!holy mother of hotness, how do you do what you do?! this is funny and sweet and tender and sexy and really, really, really @#$%-ing hot. ivy's dreaminess simply cannot and will not be denied.
LOL at "practicing" and Rachel's "broke my brain" comment. though i noticed that clearly her libido is separate from her brain since, as is clearly demonstrated, there's nothing wrong with her sex drive. :D
it's almost heartbreaking how in-character they are when you write them, since we'll be waiting for any "real" development on the Ravy front for another million/couple books... that being said, however : please, please don't stop writing. :)
looking forward to the next installment!
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Combine everything I just read with the fact that I was watching the video of Megan Fox (who, like someone already said, is actually Ivy Tamwood minus the oriental features) beforehand?
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I'm pretty sure my brain just melted. Seriously.
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 02:17 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Well if this is your idea of regular and unremarkable, could we all have a taste of what remarkable would be like?!
Seriously, we're going to start to need water cool our computers pretty soon if you keep up with this...
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youthis.“That’s okay,” the living-vampire murmured. “You don’t use it much anyway.”
This made me giggle. It's kinda true, but Ivy loves her anyway.
All she could think was, ‘Hmm, Ivy, nice.’
LOL at Rachel's cave-man thoughts. I don't think anyone would be able to think in complete sentences in Ivy's bed.
Can't wait until the next installment!
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Um...
...um....
*fumbles for words*
AMAZING!!
And goddamit Rachel, just let her bite you already! You know you want her to...
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godyou, there's going to be part 4. They need to bite, it's driving them both crazy.no subject
**She was demanding on her lovers**
damn. i bet,that was some seriousness right there my goodness..
again babe , totally love you, u keep me sane. cock block nearly had me hospitalized with that crap she tried to sell me. i don tknow what id do if u werent here to provide these amazing fics.
but i agree with ic1pher they need to bite. there going crazy trying to dance around it. if Rachel doesn't agree to it it looks like ivy might accidentally slip
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)Greatttt as usual. Reading your stories always make me happy.
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Now if only CB would realise how much more people appreciate this than whatever garbage she's writing over there...-leers-
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Ok, shouldn't have read this while at work... Must think non-hot thoughts... *George Bush naked... George Bush naked...*
Where's a cold shower when you need one?!?!
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that was just so amazingly awsome
will always enjoy your fics no mater what outcome
*gose off to read more*
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