Ivy and I stay in either her bed or mine. One of us always sneaks away in the early morning hours, but it’s worth it to be able to fall into each other every night.
Every night we fuck or make love. Sometimes the fucking turns into love-making, and love-making turns into rough fucking. We can’t seem to keep our handsto ourselves. We sneak kisses and touches anyway we can when Lilah isn’t looking.
Though my daughter knows Ivy and I are together, we’ve still agreed to ease her into it. She’s seen us hold hands, and hug, but we're taking the baby steps route.
Ivy has really locked in on writing since getting her new computer. After the day is done and I get out of the shower, I usually find Ivy zeroed in on her screen, glasses on, and hair tied into a wild knot on top of her head, exactly like she is now.
I scrub a towel through my hair and watch as Ivy taps away on her keyboard, feet crossed at the ankle, and nose scrunched in concentration. The sight has me dangerously close to confessing how gone I am for her.
Again.
Part of me thinks I should just tell her. I genuinely don’t know what’s stopping me, but I like what we’re doing right now. I don’t want to rock the boat. I feel like everything is a little too good to be true, and I sure as hell don’t want to mess that up.
Wimp.
If it didn’t look absolutely insane of me, I’d flip off the sky where I know Sarah is.
Ivy finally looks up at me, where I’m just standing on my side of the bed, staring at her.
“Hello, creep,” she quips, then shuts her laptop and sets it on the bedside table.
“Hello,” I reply, and slide into bed beside her. “Writing about vampire cocks?” I ask, jokingly.
“Wesley Ford Cooper, it’s not just about sex,” she scolds as she takes off her glasses, and lets her unrulyhair down. “It’s about longing, and tension, and deep, profound confessions of love,” she huffs, flailing her hands around dramatically.
That's a little too on the nose for comfort.
“And vampire dick. But mostly love,” she relents.
“Ah. I see,” I concede, wrapping a hand around her calf and pulling her body down the mattress. I cover her body with mine, pinning her down by her wrists.
“I apologize for my ignorance,” I mutter, then dip down and slip my tongue into her mouth.
She kisses me back eagerly, opening her legs wider so I can settle against her fully. I thrust against her, and the little noise she makes in her throat nearly unravels me.
“You’re forgiven,” she chokes out after breaking away from our kiss.
I lift to kneel between her legs, and rip her underwear off in one fluid motion. Rolling onto my back, I take her with me. Her hair falls around us as I position her to straddle me and kick off my briefs.
“Ride me, baby.”
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My chest aches as I stare at my packed suitcase in the corner, its presence taunting me. I feel Ivy start to stir, so I look down, watching her eyes crack open. She stretches her legs, then her arms, raising them above her head, and groaning.
“Good morning,” I rasp.
She covers her mouth to stifle a yawn. “Morning. How long have you been awake?” she asks.
I shrug one shoulder. “Like an hour,” I reply, tracing her freckles with a fingertip. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“We just went to bed like four hours ago,” she groans, after she sees the time on my phone. “We shouldn’t have stayed up so late. You’re going to be so tired.”
I squeeze my arms around her. “Yes we should have,” I say, my voice still rough from sleep. “Worth it.”
“I know it’s only a week. But I’ll still miss you,” Ivy says with a dramatic sigh.
“I’ll miss you more,” I reply in the very somber tone I feel.
