Hollows fic: Wake-up Call (Rachel/Ivy)
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seriousficTitle: Wake-Up Call
Fandom: The Hollows
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,377
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ivy
Summary: Rachel wakes up to find Ivy in her bed.
I came awake sluggishly. I’d had an Ivy dream again. A sweet, irritating Ivy dream. Why did I have to find blood sharing so fascinating? I was smarter than any moth, yet I kept letting myself get burned. Maybe it’d be easier if it weren’t the bites, wasn’t the danger, if it was just Ivy. But that was impossible.
I looked over at the clock. One good thing about not having any cases, I had no reason to get up. I wiggled back into my pillow and a moment later Ivy wiggled into me, breath tickling my spine.
My eyes shot open. Ivy was wrapped around me, her legs twining mine like a loose knot, her arms securing my chest so lightly I hadn’t even felt her. Now that I no longer took her as a bedsheet, I could feel the cool length of her bare legs on mine, the softness of her nightie, even the texture of her panties. Her face was nuzzled against my back, her breath hitting me like a gentle breeze.
“Ivy?” I said softly, not wanting to wake her. Ridiculous. I must be the most tolerant partner ever.
She played her nails into my arms like a cat with a pantleg, leaving thrillingly pleasant marks that faded instantly. “Do you need to get up? I’ll understand.”
“No, I need to know what you’re doing here.”
She broke contact with me to stretch impressively, bones popping, barely restrained strength hitting me in waves. I was reminded of a tiger waking up from a catnap, padding around a little, and lying back down. She pressed against me again, head sharing my pillow, fingernails dragging at my stomach where my baby tee rode up. Mmm, vampire massage. There were definitely some benefits to being Ivy’s f…
Damn. You see what I did there? I hate when I do that.
“You called my name. I thought you were in danger. When I came in, I saw it was just a nightmare.” She paused, then pulled my baby tee higher to scratch at my ribs. I didn’t stop her. “You’re cute when you snore.”
“I don’t snore! Or cuddle, Ivy, come on, what the hell…”
“I couldn’t sleep. You’ve pissed off a lot of powerful people. What if it was Trent, or Al, or any number of Weres or vamps? If it had really been a threat, you’d have been dead before you could call my name. So, I decided to solve both our problems.”
Ivy. Always looking out for me. “I dreamt you were going someplace I couldn’t reach you. Then the nightmare stopped. I dreamt we were sharing blood.”
“I thought you said the nightmare ended.”
“It wasn’t a bad dream. You were happy. I was happy. Fuck, it’s freezing.”
“Jenks forgot to pay the heating bill again. Here.” Ivy gently turned me facedown, then stretched over me. She was light as a feather. All I could feel was an insistent warmth settling on my back, then fingers twining in my hair. Her nails raked down my scalp and neck and I shuddered in pleasure.
“Turn, Ivy, you have got to let me pay you back for this some day… I should be more freaked out about this.”
“There’s nothing sexual about sharing a bed. You’d be surprised how many countries have a custom of multiple people sleeping homosocially in one bed.”
“Homo?” I yawned. “No homo.”
“I love your neck, Rachel.” Her thumbs grinded into the top of my spine. Ecstasy. “So delicate.”
“There’s nothing lezbo about this,” I said, my voice coming out a little disappointed. “Don’t know why we haven’t done this before. Think of how much space we could save if we shared a bedroom.” Something warm and slippery caressed my neck. “Ooh! What’s that?”
“My tongue.”
I made a vaguely scandalized noise.
“Shall I stop?”
“No. Go lower.”
She pushed my baby tee up to my armpits and lapped between my shoulder blades.
“It’s too bad I’m not a dyke. Can I use that word?” Ivy made a pleased moan I took as an affirmative. “I mean, then I’d really enjoy this.”
She was kissing the small of my back, her hands fanned out on my stomach. I was hugging my pillow, feeling my nipples grate deliciously on the lace embroidery.
“I suppose I could be a little gay, since I’m enjoying this. No one’s entirely straight, right? It’s a spectrum.”
Scaling hot breath hit my waist as she scooped up the waistband of my panties in her mouth, her fangs dragging on my skin with the awe-inspiring contrast of ice cubes. When had I gotten so warm?
“I suppose the biggest problem would be that I don’t want to lose our friendship just for sex. I love being your best friend, Ivy, and I’d hate for sex to come between us. I mean, obviously there’s some attraction, because I’m really enjoying what you’re doing back there…”
She had pulled my panties off. With her teeth. “I am going to bite you now.”
“I suppose it’d be silly to pretend I don’t want you to.”
She nodded, kissing my ankle.
“Oh, I’m probably going to do something stupid and ruin this later, aren’t I?”
“It’s part of your charm.” She stalked up my legs, easing them open with little touches. “If you like, we can pretend this is just a pleasant dream.”
“No. I don’t want to use you as some big, adorable vibrator. That’s why I didn’t want to share blood before. You love me. I don’t want to abuse that.”
“Then just let me show it.” Her hair trailed over the backs of my thighs and ass.
“Alright. If you promise to make me come, I promise to be less stupid about us.”
“Cross your heart?”
I felt my skin pinched between her incisors, not broken, but pulled taut. It should’ve hurt, but Ivy had rewired me. The closer I came to the edge, the more I wanted to go over.
“Hope to die?”
She sunk her teeth in, warm blood flowing down the curve of my ass, but still wouldn’t drink.
“Stick a needle in your eye?”
She bit down.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed.
Our auras were blending again and I hadn’t had time to brace for it. I could feel everything she was feeling and Ivy was really enjoying myself. I bit the pillow to keep from touching my hard clit. It was begging for relief. Ivy handled that for me. Her hand snaked around my hip and I whimpered into the goosedown, racing to orgasm in seconds. It was like throwing a match on gasoline. Ivy pulled away and I knew she’d felt exactly the same thing as me. She hadn’t had her fill of blood, I don’t think she ever could get enough of me, but she had enough.
God only knew when I’d be able to sit down again. Totally worth it. Realizing my baby tee was still around my neck like an unwieldy lei, I pulled it all the way off. “Ivy… no wonder you were so keen on me doing that.”
“Keen?” She settled back against my… our pillow. ”If only I had known my feelings for you would be dignified.”
“I’m just so relieved we did that and it’s out in the open and I thought it’d be weird, but it’s not! Shit, how long can we enjoy this until we have to start thinking about it?”
“Til’ morning at least. You big queer.”
I gasped and slapped at Ivy. “How come you still have clothes? I’ll call shenanigans if you get to see me naked and don’t pay it back.”
“Keen? Shenanigans? Oh, how horrid, I’ll have to tell Rachel that her twin sister from the 1940s isn’t a tease like her.”
I kissed her. “I’m sorry for being a tease.” I kissed her again. “Please forgive me?” I tugged at her shoulder strap while kissing her. Ivy wasn’t the only one who could wear the sly boots. “And let me see your dirty pillows?”
“I’m not sure, Rachel from the 1940s. Maybe if you ask really nicely.”
”Pretty…” I slipped her left strap off. “Pretty.” Right strap. “Please?”
“Alright, you’ve talked me into it.”
I’ve always loved sleepovers.
Fandom: The Hollows
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,377
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ivy
Summary: Rachel wakes up to find Ivy in her bed.
I came awake sluggishly. I’d had an Ivy dream again. A sweet, irritating Ivy dream. Why did I have to find blood sharing so fascinating? I was smarter than any moth, yet I kept letting myself get burned. Maybe it’d be easier if it weren’t the bites, wasn’t the danger, if it was just Ivy. But that was impossible.
I looked over at the clock. One good thing about not having any cases, I had no reason to get up. I wiggled back into my pillow and a moment later Ivy wiggled into me, breath tickling my spine.
My eyes shot open. Ivy was wrapped around me, her legs twining mine like a loose knot, her arms securing my chest so lightly I hadn’t even felt her. Now that I no longer took her as a bedsheet, I could feel the cool length of her bare legs on mine, the softness of her nightie, even the texture of her panties. Her face was nuzzled against my back, her breath hitting me like a gentle breeze.
“Ivy?” I said softly, not wanting to wake her. Ridiculous. I must be the most tolerant partner ever.
She played her nails into my arms like a cat with a pantleg, leaving thrillingly pleasant marks that faded instantly. “Do you need to get up? I’ll understand.”
“No, I need to know what you’re doing here.”
She broke contact with me to stretch impressively, bones popping, barely restrained strength hitting me in waves. I was reminded of a tiger waking up from a catnap, padding around a little, and lying back down. She pressed against me again, head sharing my pillow, fingernails dragging at my stomach where my baby tee rode up. Mmm, vampire massage. There were definitely some benefits to being Ivy’s f…
Damn. You see what I did there? I hate when I do that.
“You called my name. I thought you were in danger. When I came in, I saw it was just a nightmare.” She paused, then pulled my baby tee higher to scratch at my ribs. I didn’t stop her. “You’re cute when you snore.”
“I don’t snore! Or cuddle, Ivy, come on, what the hell…”
“I couldn’t sleep. You’ve pissed off a lot of powerful people. What if it was Trent, or Al, or any number of Weres or vamps? If it had really been a threat, you’d have been dead before you could call my name. So, I decided to solve both our problems.”
Ivy. Always looking out for me. “I dreamt you were going someplace I couldn’t reach you. Then the nightmare stopped. I dreamt we were sharing blood.”
“I thought you said the nightmare ended.”
“It wasn’t a bad dream. You were happy. I was happy. Fuck, it’s freezing.”
“Jenks forgot to pay the heating bill again. Here.” Ivy gently turned me facedown, then stretched over me. She was light as a feather. All I could feel was an insistent warmth settling on my back, then fingers twining in my hair. Her nails raked down my scalp and neck and I shuddered in pleasure.
“Turn, Ivy, you have got to let me pay you back for this some day… I should be more freaked out about this.”
“There’s nothing sexual about sharing a bed. You’d be surprised how many countries have a custom of multiple people sleeping homosocially in one bed.”
“Homo?” I yawned. “No homo.”
“I love your neck, Rachel.” Her thumbs grinded into the top of my spine. Ecstasy. “So delicate.”
“There’s nothing lezbo about this,” I said, my voice coming out a little disappointed. “Don’t know why we haven’t done this before. Think of how much space we could save if we shared a bedroom.” Something warm and slippery caressed my neck. “Ooh! What’s that?”
“My tongue.”
I made a vaguely scandalized noise.
“Shall I stop?”
“No. Go lower.”
She pushed my baby tee up to my armpits and lapped between my shoulder blades.
“It’s too bad I’m not a dyke. Can I use that word?” Ivy made a pleased moan I took as an affirmative. “I mean, then I’d really enjoy this.”
She was kissing the small of my back, her hands fanned out on my stomach. I was hugging my pillow, feeling my nipples grate deliciously on the lace embroidery.
“I suppose I could be a little gay, since I’m enjoying this. No one’s entirely straight, right? It’s a spectrum.”
Scaling hot breath hit my waist as she scooped up the waistband of my panties in her mouth, her fangs dragging on my skin with the awe-inspiring contrast of ice cubes. When had I gotten so warm?
“I suppose the biggest problem would be that I don’t want to lose our friendship just for sex. I love being your best friend, Ivy, and I’d hate for sex to come between us. I mean, obviously there’s some attraction, because I’m really enjoying what you’re doing back there…”
She had pulled my panties off. With her teeth. “I am going to bite you now.”
“I suppose it’d be silly to pretend I don’t want you to.”
She nodded, kissing my ankle.
“Oh, I’m probably going to do something stupid and ruin this later, aren’t I?”
“It’s part of your charm.” She stalked up my legs, easing them open with little touches. “If you like, we can pretend this is just a pleasant dream.”
“No. I don’t want to use you as some big, adorable vibrator. That’s why I didn’t want to share blood before. You love me. I don’t want to abuse that.”
“Then just let me show it.” Her hair trailed over the backs of my thighs and ass.
“Alright. If you promise to make me come, I promise to be less stupid about us.”
“Cross your heart?”
I felt my skin pinched between her incisors, not broken, but pulled taut. It should’ve hurt, but Ivy had rewired me. The closer I came to the edge, the more I wanted to go over.
“Hope to die?”
She sunk her teeth in, warm blood flowing down the curve of my ass, but still wouldn’t drink.
“Stick a needle in your eye?”
She bit down.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed.
Our auras were blending again and I hadn’t had time to brace for it. I could feel everything she was feeling and Ivy was really enjoying myself. I bit the pillow to keep from touching my hard clit. It was begging for relief. Ivy handled that for me. Her hand snaked around my hip and I whimpered into the goosedown, racing to orgasm in seconds. It was like throwing a match on gasoline. Ivy pulled away and I knew she’d felt exactly the same thing as me. She hadn’t had her fill of blood, I don’t think she ever could get enough of me, but she had enough.
God only knew when I’d be able to sit down again. Totally worth it. Realizing my baby tee was still around my neck like an unwieldy lei, I pulled it all the way off. “Ivy… no wonder you were so keen on me doing that.”
“Keen?” She settled back against my… our pillow. ”If only I had known my feelings for you would be dignified.”
“I’m just so relieved we did that and it’s out in the open and I thought it’d be weird, but it’s not! Shit, how long can we enjoy this until we have to start thinking about it?”
“Til’ morning at least. You big queer.”
I gasped and slapped at Ivy. “How come you still have clothes? I’ll call shenanigans if you get to see me naked and don’t pay it back.”
“Keen? Shenanigans? Oh, how horrid, I’ll have to tell Rachel that her twin sister from the 1940s isn’t a tease like her.”
I kissed her. “I’m sorry for being a tease.” I kissed her again. “Please forgive me?” I tugged at her shoulder strap while kissing her. Ivy wasn’t the only one who could wear the sly boots. “And let me see your dirty pillows?”
“I’m not sure, Rachel from the 1940s. Maybe if you ask really nicely.”
”Pretty…” I slipped her left strap off. “Pretty.” Right strap. “Please?”
“Alright, you’ve talked me into it.”
I’ve always loved sleepovers.
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Date: 2009-04-03 04:37 pm (UTC)Best line ever x)
Oh, how I wish I'd wake up with Ivy wrapped around me...lucky Rachel...
And I'm glad she decided to enjoy herself without complicating, even if she admits that later she will :)
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Date: 2009-04-03 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 04:39 am (UTC)THIS LINE.
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Date: 2009-04-04 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 10:44 pm (UTC)“Homo?” I yawned. “No homo.”
*giggles*
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Date: 2009-04-07 04:43 am (UTC)