The Hollows fic: Tied Down (Rachel/Ivy)
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seriousficTitle: Tied Down
Fandom: The Hollows
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,134
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ivy
Warning: Light bondage
Summary: Rachel is ready to give Ivy what she wants. But her way.
I knew what I wanted, at long last. Apparently, very intense dreams centering around a girl and co-starring the most intense orgasm I’ve had in months can be… prophetic. And Marshall broke up with me after I asked him to bite me. I suppose it was just time to stop running from it.
But on my terms. I still didn’t want to be bitten, well, not really. Both for my sake and for Ivy. If she hurt me, I honestly think it would hurt her worse. So I actually thought things through and came up with something that could work for both of us. Go me.
She was sitting in the kitchen when I found her. She was wearing something sleek and leather, as usual. I was wearing one of those big warm coats you threw on in the winter when the cold snuck past the AC. I felt like a flasher, or a little sister playing dress-up in her big sister’s clothes.
I was wearing a negligee underneath, red and skimpy and open at the belly to show off a hundred sit-ups a morning, and I felt incredibly foolish. Were lesbians even into negligee? Maybe she would’ve preferred a police uniform or something. I dropped my coat and her eyes roamed over me so intensely I felt it almost like a physical caress. My body heated up preemptively, as if reminding me that I wanted this. As if I could forget.
“Hot date?” she asked, her voice remarkably even considering the red in her cheeks. God, I could’ve asked her to throw me on the table right then.
“Yeah. If you’re not too busy.”
She stood bolt upright, and I got the impression her hand on her chair was more about holding herself back than anything else. “Don’t joke.”
“No joke. I’m done lying to myself. I want you.” I held up the handcuffs, let them dangle for her to see the enmeshed charms. “But on my terms. No biting.”
Just the mention of biting made her fangs flash and I felt weak in the knees. Who was I kidding? ‘My terms’ probably included bites morning, noon, and night. But not yet. I wanted to get used to breasts and va-jay-jay and maybe even a strap-on before I started thinking of blood. And I wanted to know if Ivy wanted me for my blood or for my Rachelness. Call me cynical, but I’ve been burnt before.
Given the speed with which she nodded, I shouldn’t have worried. I know, I know, I should trust her. But she was a vampire and I wanted to at least know her as a woman before she could tell me what wine went with my blood or whatever.
I walked to my bedroom and halfway there I thought to swing my hips. Lesbians were into that, right? Well, I’d always liked the way Ivy walked, like every sidewalk was her own personal catwalk. And apparently I like-liked it. Ivy like-liked it too. I knew where she was looking from the sudden blistering on my buttcheeks. God, she wanted me. It was a pretty potent aphrodisiac, knowing how much. If I’d wanted a boy that bad, I would’ve broken into their dorm room and crawled into bed naked with them. Or their roommate, if it were really dark. Long story short, always know when a potential boyfriend’s parents are about to drop by.
I heard a zipper go down behind me and realized that strange ‘pat’ I’d been hearing sporadically was clothes hitting the floor. I would’ve looked back if it wouldn’t ruin my runner-cool. No fair, Ivy getting to check out my ass in a thong and red gauze while I had to make do with what I could see of her pale flesh in the reflection of the doorknob. I guess this was why she was the planner.
With vampire speed, Ivy was at my back while I fumbled with my doorknob, the lace of her bra brushing against my back. “Need some help?” she asked, running her fingers along the hands I had in mortal combat with the knob.
“No, I’ve got it.”
“Then do you mind if I mingle our scents? It’s a… thing.”
Yeah, Kisten had done it once upon a time. It wasn’t as dirty as it sounded. Half marking turf, half aphrodisiac. I added an exception to the no-blood rule, the first of many.
“Go right ahead.”
I winced as she cut open the pad of her index finger with her thumbnail, even though I knew that small pain was lost in the haze of lust Ivy was traveling in. She rubbed her finger along my collarbone, where it mixed with the heavy sweat I was working up, then under either arm, just beside the breast. Finally, I felt her finger dance across the nape of my neck and wondered if I’d discovered a new erogenous zone.
Ivy took a deep whiff of my new scent and Jesus, that sound, her nostrils flaring and breath running in, how fucking hot can you get?
I forced the doorknob open and stumbled inside. Remember when I said I’d thought this through? I actually did. Ivy picked me up like I was light as a feather (I wish) and carried me toward the bed like we were auditioning for the cover of some cheesy romance novel. Only she wasn’t dressed in an open shirt and tight pants.
Bra, comfy jeans tugged down a little to show the elastic band of her panties. She made K-martwear look like it was designed in France. I really regretted asking for her to tone down the clothes budget after that demon attack wrecked her wardrobe. Who needed food when you could have Ivy in a schoolgirl outfit? Don’t judge me.
“Ivy, no. Down.”
She set me down, her eyes dark with amusement. “I’m not a dog, Rachel. I’m not your bitch.”
The combination of her gray, silky voice at its silkiest and the harshness of that word sent a tremor through me. Oh, I wanted her to be my bitch. I wanted to be her bitch. I wanted to get married and have bitch kids, ew.
But I also didn’t want blood on my nice clean sheets, thanks.
“Yes. You are.” I got in her face, on impulse touched my hands to her waist. From the way her eyes pulsed, even in their blackness, I knew she liked it. I began backing her up and she gave way. I thought of an icebreaker going through an iceberg and smiled. “Because you want what I’ve got. And I’m going to give it to you. And if I wanted to, you’d beg and you’d plead for it and all so you could fulfill whatever dirty fantasy is going through my head.”
“You’re wrong.” She’d turned walking backward into a sort of dance, wryly keeping ahead of me with her chin held high in challenge. She wasn’t submissive, just… relenting. I had to remember it.
“Maybe. But we’ll never know, since all I want to do is fuck your brains out.”
Her back hit the exposed pipe we’d never got around to covering up. Demon fight, long story. I put the cuff on her right hand. Her breathing quickened.
“Hands behind your back. Now.”
It was intoxicating, having so much power over someone that beautiful, that strong. I cuffed her left hand. Now she was both locked up and chained to the pipe. Now we were on equal footing.
“How should we start?”
She licked her lips and I noticed how very red they were, and full. I leaned forward and… stopped. Okay, so I was a tease. She actually growled and, yeah, I’m a bitch, I thought it was cute. I went back to shut the door and securely lock it. And tie a sock around the knob, just so absolutely everyone could get the message.
“Rachel…” she snarled, half-pleading, half-threatening.
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t tried to be some vampire stud.” I walked back to her. “There now. No interruptions. See, I can think things through, when I want to.”
“Want me to give you a reward?” She touched her tongue to the tip of her nose and… okay, wow. No wonder Skimmer had looked so happy all the time.
I took my time sauntering back to her, walking like I knew would make the hem of the negligee bunch at the hem over smooth thighs and dip over the cleavage. She didn’t whimper, but I could see it all over her face, especially the way her lips twitched away from her fangs.
“Rachel,” she said, and the word was liquid, all pleading, begging, wanting.
I slapped my hand against her thigh, pure muscle and yet soft as clouds… oh, I even sound like an idiot to myself… and moved it up her leg until I was at her waist, hooking a finger in a belt loop.
She was breathing deep, through her nose now, and she looked so cute concentrating that hard that I just had to screw her. With her. Both. Uh…
We kissed, and it was supposed to be a short little sweet thing, I swear, but we just kept… going, our tongues slick and our lips tingling until I cut my lip on one of her damn fangs. That didn’t hurt, but the way her tongue probed the little wound did. I backed off and she threw her head forward, but couldn’t break free. Relenting to her captivity, Ivy extravagantly licked her lips with a red-tinged tongue.
“Yummy.”
I slapped her other thigh harder than I had to, brusquely scooted my hand up to grab a belt loop, and tugged her jeans down around her thighs. Her panties were so damp and so… I pulled the jeans down to her knees, crouching to get the job done. That put me on eye level with her cunt, but it wasn’t like I could look anywhere else.
She obediently stepped out of her jeans, then spread her legs wide. Lolled her hips forward in a slow circle that made me want to pin them down and…
I grabbed her left pump and slowly unstrapped it, taking my time as much for my benefit as for hers. If I could, I would run into the other room and breathe into a paper bag for a few minutes, but I couldn’t be that cruel. I tossed it aside, sent Ivy’s other shoe to join it. Now it was just bra and panties.
“Like what you see?” Ivy asked, leaning against the pipe in just such a way that her breasts were thrust out and her hips were canted.
I nodded, my hands pulled into tiny fists.
“How about showing me something?”
Call it love, call it lust, call it the biggest meanest aura of all time, but I couldn’t defy her and I didn’t want to. I slipped a shoulder strap off, then the other, and my negligee hit the ground.
I was alone, naked, in a room with a vampire. A girl vampire. In handcuffs. Who was it that said I’d end up like this? Everyone?
“Come here,” Ivy ordered, her voice echoing in the small room, too small to hold in all that sex, all that scent. Her eyes were black holes, and I could feel myself being pulled in. I didn’t go to her. I ran my hands down my body like a stripper warming up, tweaked my nipples, licked my fingers… sucked them, really… and let them drift between my legs.
Fuck, it felt good, especially the part where Ivy was watching me and I had her right on hand for… reference material.
I came in seconds flat – absolutely zilch staying power – and collapsed against the wall next to Ivy. She thrashed at her bonds. But at least I was back under something like control. Someone’s, at any rate.
I held my hand up to her. The hand I’d used… inside. “Want?”
Her eyebrows arched. We understood each other perfectly. “Now.”
I held my hand out to her mouth, but she didn’t devour it. She kissed the back, like a… like a vampire stud… then the knuckles, then the tips of my fingers. Then she started to suck, her lips slowly moving down each digit to encompass them with sheer heat. I numbly pulled my hand away once she was done with my thumb. Ivy looked as supremely satisfied as the cat who’d got the cream. Never thought I’d envy the cream.
Ivy looked at me again, licking her lips, and whatever the word was for a fetish for lip licking… I had it. Definitely. I hoped there was a magazine. Angelina Jolie licking her lips, Rosario Dawson licking her lips… maybe eating a cherry. Ooh, I should’ve brought cherries. I could’ve fed them to Ivy. And whipped cream. Did we have that in the fridge? Would Ivy wait while I went to the store or would she get someone to free her? I didn’t doubt that if I left this unfinished, she would find me and finish it on her terms… which was almost reason enough to walk away.
“Do we have any cherries in the fridge?” I asked.
“What?”
“Or whipped cream? Maybe strawberries.”
She chuckled. She loved me for my sense of humor. It would make me all verklempt, if I wasn’t so… what’s Yiddish for horny? “Rachel, that’s not what I’m hungry for.” She looked me over as slowly and as sensuously as she’d licked those perfect lips. “Now.”
I went to her, but only to take off her bra. I spent a good minute just… worshipping her breasts. I’d never had large breasts, not even with a charm, and they felt damn nice to play with. So generous, so… much. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad on her end either. Ivy put up with it with monk-like patience, at least until I switched to her other breast. Perhaps fearing a repeat performance, she actually jumped up and wrapped her legs around me, forcing our bodies together. Oh, shit. Oh, yes.
“Take. My panties. Off,” she said in her voice usually reserved for explaining to me why it was a bad idea to do… well, anything.
“How? Your legs…” were wrapped around my back, very tightly.
“Rip them,” she purred.
With our lips about a handspan from each other, I was in no mood for arguments. I took hold of the elastic waistband and pulled.
“Harder…” she breathed, right in my ear.
I did, was rewarded with a tiny little un-stretching sound.
“Uh-huh,” Ivy moaned, and I realized she was rocking herself against me slightly. I could feel her dampness, her heat, on my belly.
With a Herculean effort, I ripped the panties in two. No going back now. We were naked, flesh to flesh, and before I could try fingering or licking or grab a dildo from the dresser, Ivy had dictated the terms. With impossible flexibility she worked her way down my body, until her legs were wrapped around my hips and her pussy was rubbing against mine. All I could do was hold on as we rocked against each other, muttering obscenities at how good it felt.
“Love you, Rachel,” she said, just to get it out of the way before she started kissing me, probably never to stop. Her tongue occasionally brushed the little cut she’d made earlier, but the pain was just a… spice.
I wrapped one arm around her, used the other to—our torsos were a little off-base, though our lower bodies were dead-on—so I could squeeze a breast and damn, I really did like those things. So warm and soft. Definite improvement on hard pecs. Girls 1, boys zip.
Ivy pushed harder against me, our pelvic bones hitting painfully, and I felt like we would fly apart. Like a plane with too many holes. The arm around her back became a hand at her neck, holding her head steady, and the other grabbing her breast went to the small of her back. I held us in place until her black eyes dilated, like someone had thrown a switch, and something wet happened inside us. Simultaneous. I wondered how attuned she was to me, how much of her pleasure was wrapped up in the fact that it was me she was doing this to. Juices were running down my leg and I couldn’t tell what was her and what was me. Holy fuck.
She put her legs down and it was my turn to sag against her, to keep my arms around my little vampire because it was the only thing keeping me up. “That was—amazing.”
“Not over yet,” she smirked, and I knew, on a predator-prey level, that her eyes were still black as pitch.
I threw myself backward just as her teeth snapped down on air. I’d planned for this, okay, I’d left my splat-gun hidden so she wouldn’t be offended, under a cushion or… where the fuck had I left it?
The handcuffs snapped and Ivy bowled me down to the ground, teeth hitting my neck, the hottest yet, embers, hot coal. “Ask me to.”
“What?” She was lying on top of me in a crouch, holding me down.
“Tell me you want it. I won’t take much. Just enough…”
“Just enough for what?”
She lifted her head and looked away, ashamed. Her hands weren’t holding my wrists down, like they had been other times, so I put my palm to her face and gently turned her to look down at me. “Is it something… you need? A vampire thing?”
“Yeah… but it’s not important.”
“Can you stop?” I asked her seriously, no bullshit.
I knew she would tell the truth and I trusted her enough to know if she said she was ready, she was ready. She wouldn’t fool around on this. Not with me.
“Yes,” she promised, sitting up. She looked so pale, so lost, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to not think about all the horrible things she’d been through. I didn’t want to be one of them, another disappointment, another lost chance at a normal life.
“You’re a good person, Ivy. The best I know.” I ran my hand over her face a few more times, wiping away the tears she wouldn’t shed. Then, like she would shatter if I dropped her, I took hold of her shoulders and ushered her back down on top of me. “I trust you.”
“Rachel, what if—“
“I love you.”
She bit me and I felt a slow, irresistible heat start in my neck and work its way down. This is why I don’t plan things out. Improvisation is so much more… honest.
Fandom: The Hollows
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,134
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ivy
Warning: Light bondage
Summary: Rachel is ready to give Ivy what she wants. But her way.
I knew what I wanted, at long last. Apparently, very intense dreams centering around a girl and co-starring the most intense orgasm I’ve had in months can be… prophetic. And Marshall broke up with me after I asked him to bite me. I suppose it was just time to stop running from it.
But on my terms. I still didn’t want to be bitten, well, not really. Both for my sake and for Ivy. If she hurt me, I honestly think it would hurt her worse. So I actually thought things through and came up with something that could work for both of us. Go me.
She was sitting in the kitchen when I found her. She was wearing something sleek and leather, as usual. I was wearing one of those big warm coats you threw on in the winter when the cold snuck past the AC. I felt like a flasher, or a little sister playing dress-up in her big sister’s clothes.
I was wearing a negligee underneath, red and skimpy and open at the belly to show off a hundred sit-ups a morning, and I felt incredibly foolish. Were lesbians even into negligee? Maybe she would’ve preferred a police uniform or something. I dropped my coat and her eyes roamed over me so intensely I felt it almost like a physical caress. My body heated up preemptively, as if reminding me that I wanted this. As if I could forget.
“Hot date?” she asked, her voice remarkably even considering the red in her cheeks. God, I could’ve asked her to throw me on the table right then.
“Yeah. If you’re not too busy.”
She stood bolt upright, and I got the impression her hand on her chair was more about holding herself back than anything else. “Don’t joke.”
“No joke. I’m done lying to myself. I want you.” I held up the handcuffs, let them dangle for her to see the enmeshed charms. “But on my terms. No biting.”
Just the mention of biting made her fangs flash and I felt weak in the knees. Who was I kidding? ‘My terms’ probably included bites morning, noon, and night. But not yet. I wanted to get used to breasts and va-jay-jay and maybe even a strap-on before I started thinking of blood. And I wanted to know if Ivy wanted me for my blood or for my Rachelness. Call me cynical, but I’ve been burnt before.
Given the speed with which she nodded, I shouldn’t have worried. I know, I know, I should trust her. But she was a vampire and I wanted to at least know her as a woman before she could tell me what wine went with my blood or whatever.
I walked to my bedroom and halfway there I thought to swing my hips. Lesbians were into that, right? Well, I’d always liked the way Ivy walked, like every sidewalk was her own personal catwalk. And apparently I like-liked it. Ivy like-liked it too. I knew where she was looking from the sudden blistering on my buttcheeks. God, she wanted me. It was a pretty potent aphrodisiac, knowing how much. If I’d wanted a boy that bad, I would’ve broken into their dorm room and crawled into bed naked with them. Or their roommate, if it were really dark. Long story short, always know when a potential boyfriend’s parents are about to drop by.
I heard a zipper go down behind me and realized that strange ‘pat’ I’d been hearing sporadically was clothes hitting the floor. I would’ve looked back if it wouldn’t ruin my runner-cool. No fair, Ivy getting to check out my ass in a thong and red gauze while I had to make do with what I could see of her pale flesh in the reflection of the doorknob. I guess this was why she was the planner.
With vampire speed, Ivy was at my back while I fumbled with my doorknob, the lace of her bra brushing against my back. “Need some help?” she asked, running her fingers along the hands I had in mortal combat with the knob.
“No, I’ve got it.”
“Then do you mind if I mingle our scents? It’s a… thing.”
Yeah, Kisten had done it once upon a time. It wasn’t as dirty as it sounded. Half marking turf, half aphrodisiac. I added an exception to the no-blood rule, the first of many.
“Go right ahead.”
I winced as she cut open the pad of her index finger with her thumbnail, even though I knew that small pain was lost in the haze of lust Ivy was traveling in. She rubbed her finger along my collarbone, where it mixed with the heavy sweat I was working up, then under either arm, just beside the breast. Finally, I felt her finger dance across the nape of my neck and wondered if I’d discovered a new erogenous zone.
Ivy took a deep whiff of my new scent and Jesus, that sound, her nostrils flaring and breath running in, how fucking hot can you get?
I forced the doorknob open and stumbled inside. Remember when I said I’d thought this through? I actually did. Ivy picked me up like I was light as a feather (I wish) and carried me toward the bed like we were auditioning for the cover of some cheesy romance novel. Only she wasn’t dressed in an open shirt and tight pants.
Bra, comfy jeans tugged down a little to show the elastic band of her panties. She made K-martwear look like it was designed in France. I really regretted asking for her to tone down the clothes budget after that demon attack wrecked her wardrobe. Who needed food when you could have Ivy in a schoolgirl outfit? Don’t judge me.
“Ivy, no. Down.”
She set me down, her eyes dark with amusement. “I’m not a dog, Rachel. I’m not your bitch.”
The combination of her gray, silky voice at its silkiest and the harshness of that word sent a tremor through me. Oh, I wanted her to be my bitch. I wanted to be her bitch. I wanted to get married and have bitch kids, ew.
But I also didn’t want blood on my nice clean sheets, thanks.
“Yes. You are.” I got in her face, on impulse touched my hands to her waist. From the way her eyes pulsed, even in their blackness, I knew she liked it. I began backing her up and she gave way. I thought of an icebreaker going through an iceberg and smiled. “Because you want what I’ve got. And I’m going to give it to you. And if I wanted to, you’d beg and you’d plead for it and all so you could fulfill whatever dirty fantasy is going through my head.”
“You’re wrong.” She’d turned walking backward into a sort of dance, wryly keeping ahead of me with her chin held high in challenge. She wasn’t submissive, just… relenting. I had to remember it.
“Maybe. But we’ll never know, since all I want to do is fuck your brains out.”
Her back hit the exposed pipe we’d never got around to covering up. Demon fight, long story. I put the cuff on her right hand. Her breathing quickened.
“Hands behind your back. Now.”
It was intoxicating, having so much power over someone that beautiful, that strong. I cuffed her left hand. Now she was both locked up and chained to the pipe. Now we were on equal footing.
“How should we start?”
She licked her lips and I noticed how very red they were, and full. I leaned forward and… stopped. Okay, so I was a tease. She actually growled and, yeah, I’m a bitch, I thought it was cute. I went back to shut the door and securely lock it. And tie a sock around the knob, just so absolutely everyone could get the message.
“Rachel…” she snarled, half-pleading, half-threatening.
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t tried to be some vampire stud.” I walked back to her. “There now. No interruptions. See, I can think things through, when I want to.”
“Want me to give you a reward?” She touched her tongue to the tip of her nose and… okay, wow. No wonder Skimmer had looked so happy all the time.
I took my time sauntering back to her, walking like I knew would make the hem of the negligee bunch at the hem over smooth thighs and dip over the cleavage. She didn’t whimper, but I could see it all over her face, especially the way her lips twitched away from her fangs.
“Rachel,” she said, and the word was liquid, all pleading, begging, wanting.
I slapped my hand against her thigh, pure muscle and yet soft as clouds… oh, I even sound like an idiot to myself… and moved it up her leg until I was at her waist, hooking a finger in a belt loop.
She was breathing deep, through her nose now, and she looked so cute concentrating that hard that I just had to screw her. With her. Both. Uh…
We kissed, and it was supposed to be a short little sweet thing, I swear, but we just kept… going, our tongues slick and our lips tingling until I cut my lip on one of her damn fangs. That didn’t hurt, but the way her tongue probed the little wound did. I backed off and she threw her head forward, but couldn’t break free. Relenting to her captivity, Ivy extravagantly licked her lips with a red-tinged tongue.
“Yummy.”
I slapped her other thigh harder than I had to, brusquely scooted my hand up to grab a belt loop, and tugged her jeans down around her thighs. Her panties were so damp and so… I pulled the jeans down to her knees, crouching to get the job done. That put me on eye level with her cunt, but it wasn’t like I could look anywhere else.
She obediently stepped out of her jeans, then spread her legs wide. Lolled her hips forward in a slow circle that made me want to pin them down and…
I grabbed her left pump and slowly unstrapped it, taking my time as much for my benefit as for hers. If I could, I would run into the other room and breathe into a paper bag for a few minutes, but I couldn’t be that cruel. I tossed it aside, sent Ivy’s other shoe to join it. Now it was just bra and panties.
“Like what you see?” Ivy asked, leaning against the pipe in just such a way that her breasts were thrust out and her hips were canted.
I nodded, my hands pulled into tiny fists.
“How about showing me something?”
Call it love, call it lust, call it the biggest meanest aura of all time, but I couldn’t defy her and I didn’t want to. I slipped a shoulder strap off, then the other, and my negligee hit the ground.
I was alone, naked, in a room with a vampire. A girl vampire. In handcuffs. Who was it that said I’d end up like this? Everyone?
“Come here,” Ivy ordered, her voice echoing in the small room, too small to hold in all that sex, all that scent. Her eyes were black holes, and I could feel myself being pulled in. I didn’t go to her. I ran my hands down my body like a stripper warming up, tweaked my nipples, licked my fingers… sucked them, really… and let them drift between my legs.
Fuck, it felt good, especially the part where Ivy was watching me and I had her right on hand for… reference material.
I came in seconds flat – absolutely zilch staying power – and collapsed against the wall next to Ivy. She thrashed at her bonds. But at least I was back under something like control. Someone’s, at any rate.
I held my hand up to her. The hand I’d used… inside. “Want?”
Her eyebrows arched. We understood each other perfectly. “Now.”
I held my hand out to her mouth, but she didn’t devour it. She kissed the back, like a… like a vampire stud… then the knuckles, then the tips of my fingers. Then she started to suck, her lips slowly moving down each digit to encompass them with sheer heat. I numbly pulled my hand away once she was done with my thumb. Ivy looked as supremely satisfied as the cat who’d got the cream. Never thought I’d envy the cream.
Ivy looked at me again, licking her lips, and whatever the word was for a fetish for lip licking… I had it. Definitely. I hoped there was a magazine. Angelina Jolie licking her lips, Rosario Dawson licking her lips… maybe eating a cherry. Ooh, I should’ve brought cherries. I could’ve fed them to Ivy. And whipped cream. Did we have that in the fridge? Would Ivy wait while I went to the store or would she get someone to free her? I didn’t doubt that if I left this unfinished, she would find me and finish it on her terms… which was almost reason enough to walk away.
“Do we have any cherries in the fridge?” I asked.
“What?”
“Or whipped cream? Maybe strawberries.”
She chuckled. She loved me for my sense of humor. It would make me all verklempt, if I wasn’t so… what’s Yiddish for horny? “Rachel, that’s not what I’m hungry for.” She looked me over as slowly and as sensuously as she’d licked those perfect lips. “Now.”
I went to her, but only to take off her bra. I spent a good minute just… worshipping her breasts. I’d never had large breasts, not even with a charm, and they felt damn nice to play with. So generous, so… much. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad on her end either. Ivy put up with it with monk-like patience, at least until I switched to her other breast. Perhaps fearing a repeat performance, she actually jumped up and wrapped her legs around me, forcing our bodies together. Oh, shit. Oh, yes.
“Take. My panties. Off,” she said in her voice usually reserved for explaining to me why it was a bad idea to do… well, anything.
“How? Your legs…” were wrapped around my back, very tightly.
“Rip them,” she purred.
With our lips about a handspan from each other, I was in no mood for arguments. I took hold of the elastic waistband and pulled.
“Harder…” she breathed, right in my ear.
I did, was rewarded with a tiny little un-stretching sound.
“Uh-huh,” Ivy moaned, and I realized she was rocking herself against me slightly. I could feel her dampness, her heat, on my belly.
With a Herculean effort, I ripped the panties in two. No going back now. We were naked, flesh to flesh, and before I could try fingering or licking or grab a dildo from the dresser, Ivy had dictated the terms. With impossible flexibility she worked her way down my body, until her legs were wrapped around my hips and her pussy was rubbing against mine. All I could do was hold on as we rocked against each other, muttering obscenities at how good it felt.
“Love you, Rachel,” she said, just to get it out of the way before she started kissing me, probably never to stop. Her tongue occasionally brushed the little cut she’d made earlier, but the pain was just a… spice.
I wrapped one arm around her, used the other to—our torsos were a little off-base, though our lower bodies were dead-on—so I could squeeze a breast and damn, I really did like those things. So warm and soft. Definite improvement on hard pecs. Girls 1, boys zip.
Ivy pushed harder against me, our pelvic bones hitting painfully, and I felt like we would fly apart. Like a plane with too many holes. The arm around her back became a hand at her neck, holding her head steady, and the other grabbing her breast went to the small of her back. I held us in place until her black eyes dilated, like someone had thrown a switch, and something wet happened inside us. Simultaneous. I wondered how attuned she was to me, how much of her pleasure was wrapped up in the fact that it was me she was doing this to. Juices were running down my leg and I couldn’t tell what was her and what was me. Holy fuck.
She put her legs down and it was my turn to sag against her, to keep my arms around my little vampire because it was the only thing keeping me up. “That was—amazing.”
“Not over yet,” she smirked, and I knew, on a predator-prey level, that her eyes were still black as pitch.
I threw myself backward just as her teeth snapped down on air. I’d planned for this, okay, I’d left my splat-gun hidden so she wouldn’t be offended, under a cushion or… where the fuck had I left it?
The handcuffs snapped and Ivy bowled me down to the ground, teeth hitting my neck, the hottest yet, embers, hot coal. “Ask me to.”
“What?” She was lying on top of me in a crouch, holding me down.
“Tell me you want it. I won’t take much. Just enough…”
“Just enough for what?”
She lifted her head and looked away, ashamed. Her hands weren’t holding my wrists down, like they had been other times, so I put my palm to her face and gently turned her to look down at me. “Is it something… you need? A vampire thing?”
“Yeah… but it’s not important.”
“Can you stop?” I asked her seriously, no bullshit.
I knew she would tell the truth and I trusted her enough to know if she said she was ready, she was ready. She wouldn’t fool around on this. Not with me.
“Yes,” she promised, sitting up. She looked so pale, so lost, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to not think about all the horrible things she’d been through. I didn’t want to be one of them, another disappointment, another lost chance at a normal life.
“You’re a good person, Ivy. The best I know.” I ran my hand over her face a few more times, wiping away the tears she wouldn’t shed. Then, like she would shatter if I dropped her, I took hold of her shoulders and ushered her back down on top of me. “I trust you.”
“Rachel, what if—“
“I love you.”
She bit me and I felt a slow, irresistible heat start in my neck and work its way down. This is why I don’t plan things out. Improvisation is so much more… honest.
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Date: 2009-03-12 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 08:42 pm (UTC)I was alone, naked, in a room with a vampire. A girl vampire. In handcuffs. Who was it that said I’d end up like this? Everyone?
Loved this line, because yeah. Absolutely everyone.
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:26 pm (UTC)MORE!!! :)
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:41 pm (UTC)This was really good. And I really hot. I'd quote my favorite bits but then I'd just be retyping the whole thing.
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Date: 2009-03-12 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-12 11:32 pm (UTC)brain = dead.
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Date: 2009-03-13 11:10 am (UTC)Awesome.
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Date: 2009-03-26 06:42 am (UTC)thanks for the imagery! :P
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Date: 2009-03-27 03:55 am (UTC)Thanks for this. It made my
pantsheart happy. I totally needed to read something like this :Dno subject
Date: 2009-03-27 04:50 am (UTC)