Title: Teach Me, Ivy...

Fandom: The Hollows

Pairing: Ivy/Rachel

Rating: T (For Sexual Implications)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Kim Harrison owns all.

Ivy leans over me, taking a deep breath clearly scenting the air to test the waters. I shiver slightly.
Ivy smiles, amused. Or possibly proud I'm not quite sure but it earns her my infamous 'Oh Really' glance as I tilt my head towards her to at least pretend that I'm angry with her.

The chair I'm sitting in creeks slightly and I shift myself barely, allowing myself a more comfortable position.
I've waited a long time to ask this of Ivy, I certainly want to be...paying attention.

Ivy pushes the length of her body against the back of me. Stupid chair blocking some of my Ivy contact.

Ivy smirks now.

Oh great. I swear sometimes it's like she reads my mind. Although perhaps it's not my mind that gives me away.
I shake those thoughts out my head.
Brace yourself Rachel Morgan, I say to myself, you are about to be shown something you have denied Ivy the pleasure of doing for quite some time now.

It's my turn to smirk now and I bite my lip lightly as I push back in the chair tilting my neck ever so slightly. Taunting her. Teasing her. Just the right amount to drive her crazy. I'm pretty good at judging that by now.

It's Ivy's turn to shift now. Ivy inhales audibly.
"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. Must you always prolong the inevitable?" Ivy whispers seductively as she reaches out and places each of her hands on either side of me on the table.

I gasp lightly at the entrapment of myself by Ivy, not complaining just surprised. And well, not entrapment if you've asked for this I suppose.
"You know me, Ivy. Stamina is definitely a virtue of mine." I drawl.

Ivy laughs.
I love that sound. There really are no words to define how amazing it is to hear her when she laughs. I love being the cause of it.

Ivy's hands glide over something, I'm far too caught up with that look in her eyes to bother looking at the object. That look in her eyes enthralls me.
Amusement. Lust. Hunger. Knowing.

Ivy's index and middle finger do most of the work. I'm in awe at her. It's like a procedure perfected. A repetition of movements she has honed to a fine art.
She has certainly had practice.
I allow my eyes to flutter closed for a second but open them instantly to see her every movement. Everything Ivy.

Ivy pushes her face against mine.
I take a deep breath.

She moves close to my ear and whispers.
"I hope your paying attention now Rachel Morgan, I expect you to be able to do this when I'm done"

I move that bit closer to her.
"Oh, it doesn't seem that difficult now that you've educated me"

Ivy smiled possibly one of the cockiest smiles I've ever seen on her.
"Well then, by all means. Make me proud Rachel."

Ivy withdraws her hand and arches her eyebrow at me as a challenge more than invitation.

"Oh I'll make you proud Ivy. I will be near enough a pro now" I finish seductively with a wink.

A moment passes. A few clicks. Who would have thought checking an email would have been so...easy. Then again I didn't really need Ivy to show me how to do that. But hey, a witch has got to get a little Ivy time whenever she can.
"There. Proud?" I ask.

Ivy bows her head. Smiling again. She knows.
"Always."

I turn around in the swivel chair so I'm facing Ivy.
She looks somewhat uncomfortable, although I suppose I am practically at crotch level pinning her against the table due to the way the chair is positioned. Totally unintentional on my part of course. I roll my eyes
"So...what do you want to teach me how to do now?" I leave the question open.

Ivy arches her eyebrow infamously at me again causing me to shudder slightly.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something..."