Disclaimer: Ugg...don't make me say it! *Light Scuffle Insues* Alright, I don't own these characters! There...happy now?
A/N: This story is dedicated to all the brokenhearted Ravy fans out there. I made this fun and smutty just for you, so enjoy the laughs and...the other activities.*insert maniacal laugh here* [Reminder: Ivy's POV rules here, and that's just how it's gonna go down.]
A/N 2: The tunes of:"Passenger" by Deftones, "Du Reichst So Gut" & "Rein Raus" by Rammstein are the guilty parties, I'm just an innocent bystander.
"You Smell So Good"
Holy Dracula! "How in the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?" I ask incredulously, while eye balling my girlfriend's magic induced cleavage. On any other day, her breasts are plenty big enough for me, but her's are bigger than mine now. Bringing a newfound understanding, on exactly why Rachel's hands are so drawn to my own well-endowed assets. Not that I'm complaining about my girlfriend feeling me up...every chance she gets. I'm smiling as Rachel makes eye contact with me, her hands coming to rest on her hips, as she feigns annoyed.
"Well geez, Ivy. I'm slutting it up for your benefit after all." Rachel retorts, moving her hands to adjust her enhanced bosom, in the black leather dress she is wearing. "Surely even you, the mistress of self-control, can keep from getting too handsy in public for at least two hours or so?" She continues, smoothing down the front of her dress. "After all, Jenk's and my mother gave me enough grief about bust enhancing spells, he even made up a song about how much fun I was going to have tying my shoes."
I snicker, "In that case, it was a good thing that your hooker boots zipped up." Rachel frowns at me, but then playfully swats me on the arm.
"Keep it up and you won't get to find out just how real the bust spell feels." She retorts, while dropping her voice seductively and running her hands along the sides of her new breasts.
I raise my hands in a mock surrender. She backs away smirking, leaving me at the foot of our bed and turns around. Moving towards the mirror at our dresser, she picks up the last charm for her costume. I watch as Rachel invokes the charm to straighten her hair and change its color. Right before my eyes the fiery red untamable curls I love gradually disappear, and then suddenly its length doubles as a shimmering midnight black emerges in its place. Whoa! She looks like Elvira with emerald green eyes.
"Damn! You look like a total vampire hussy." I state, lowering my voice while springing up off the bed to move up behind her. She gives me an incredibly flirty smile in our shared reflections in the mirror.
"And you look like a total sexy as hell vamp killer badass." Rachel retorts, turning to face me. As her hands automatically reach for mine, our fingers lace together on contact. She looks and smells so incredibly edible right now. I think to myself.
I observe Rachel's eyes sweep up from my skin tight leather clad legs, to the leather corset I'm wearing, which also has my cleavage pushed up, but is mostly concealed by my leather duster. "You also look like a devastatingly hotter version of that chick in the Underworld movies." She states, somewhat breathy. I give her my trademark flirty smolder in return.
"It's getting late, we should go now Rachel if you're ready." I say in a seductive tone. Because if we don't, I won't be held responsible for what will happen in the next few seconds.
"Oh, I'm more than ready." Rachel retorts winking, while reaffirming her grasp on my hands. So it's gonna be like that all night huh, Rachel?
The black stretch Mercedes limo is waiting beside the sidewalk outside of the church. Another perk of being a Tamwood, and tonight I plan on exploiting it. We walk together towards the car, the air carries Rachel's scent on the breeze. She is excited, in more ways than one. The driver is holding the door open, but I offer Rachel my hand as she steps into the car. I nod to the driver, he moves around the front of the car and gets in. As I step in and shut the door, I hit the button that brings up the divider between the driver and us passengers in the back. In a whisper quiet whir, Rachel and I are alone.
I move closer to sit beside Rachel in the limo, my left side pressed up against her right side with no space between us. I can feel her breast pressed into my bicep. Our scents are undistinguishable from one another, so without hesitation I inhale the luscious temptation. My eyes trace up Rachel's incredible legs that are on display through the front slit in her leather dress, which it travels all the way up past her knees. I place my hand on her knee and slowly let it travel up towards her thigh. I notice Rachel's increased breathing and the flushing of her voluptuous chest. She won't stop me. I listen to Rachel's blood quicken in her veins, as I slide my hand to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. A faint moan passes between her lips and she moves her legs further apart for me.
She's not wearing any underwear. I run my fingers over her smooth flesh, feeling her need increasing with my touch. Then I feel Rachel's hand cover my own between her legs. "Don't tease me, I need you right now." She says, her breath catching in her throat as I move my fingers inside her. I lean over closer, Rachel's long black hair is somewhat covering her face, with my free hand I move it off over her shoulder. My gentle, yet insistent rhythm is stroking through her rapidly growing wetness. I love being inside her, but I love tasting her even more.
I remove my fingers from Rachel, she whimpers at the abrupt withdrawal. "Ivy..." I cut off her protest with a deep kiss, pushing my tongue in her mouth. She returns it eagerly, our tongues moving over one another in a sensual kismet.
Breaking the kiss, I lean back to remove my leather duster. Rachel's eyes automatically lock on to my impressive cleavage that the corset is presenting to her. I laugh lightly and throw my duster over to one of the bench seats, that lines a row of dark tinted windows. I drop down to my knees in front of Rachel, her green eyes have darkened to a shade very near forest green. I place both of my hands on her thighs, moving them inwards to part her legs more.
"You smell so good Rachel...now let's see how good you taste." I purr to her, dropping my voice to that grey silk register that drives her crazy; in the most delicious way. The conversation we had where she confessed the desire that my voice arouses in her was incredible. With a smile, I pull her closer to the edge of the seat. I lean forward, dragging my tongue along her soft inner thigh. I make contact with her, Rachel moans as I start tasting the length of her drenched folds. My hands slide around to her hips to hold them under her dress. I hear Rachel gasp, "What about the driver?"
I stop to answer her extremely late objection. "Soundproof glass at the divider, dear heart." I breathe against her core, delighting in the aroma and the ever heightening arousal before me. Rachel moans. Going for the source, I plunge my tongue inside her as far as I can. She cries out. I move one of my hands out from under her dress to rest on her thigh, then I feel Rachel take it in her hand; our fingers intertwine together. Her hips roll into my face harder, I moan against Rachel as the taste of her floods my mouth, and it's as sweet as her blood.
Rachel's moans are filling the car, while her grip on my hand increases. I remove my tongue from her core, and latch onto her pearl; my small fangs lightly graze it. She lets out the loudest moan I've ever heard her make. I smile against her, as I circle her sensitive spot with my tongue. Rachel has no need to tell tell me when she's close, I always know. Quickly, I plunge my tongue back inside her. "God...Ivy!" Rachel shouts, as she tightens around my tongue instantly, her honey taste is in my mouth. Spasms shoot through her body for a few moments, then Rachel's previous death grip on my hand goes slack.
I look up. Rachel's head is back against the headrest, her eyes are closed, and her breathing is labored, but gradually slowing down. I reach over to grab a tissue from the wet bar to wipe my face. Her taste in my mouth can stay, but I can't walk into a party with my girlfriend's essence all over my chin. Rachel is still basking in bliss, as I move off my knees to sit down beside her once more.
"Hi there." She says quietly. I watch as her green eyes slowly reveal themselves to me. She smells even more incredible after she climaxes.
I simply laugh at her a little. She frowns and playfully swats me on the arm again. "What? You clearly enjoyed that little Miss Witch Wore No Underwear." I retort, rubbing my bare arm on the spot she hit me.
"I really love you, Ivy.' Rachel chuckles, as she pulls me into a light kiss. But, it intensifies quickly and she moans, not doubt tasting herself on my tongue. And I know just how much that turns her on. I feel her hands move up from my waist, to run over my leather encased breasts.
"We have arrived Miss Tamwood." The driver's voice calmly states over the intercom. I break the kiss, moving Rachel's hands off of my breasts. She looks adorably flustered.
"You heard the man, playtimes over...for now." I state teasingly. Rachel only groans and leans back in to give me a quick peck on the lips.
"Indeed...for now." Rachel says, readjusting her bosom and dress. My eyes meet her's and they all but scream back-that I've got more mischief coming my way tonight.
I smile and shake my head, reaching for my disguarded duster. I open the door and step out first, the cool October night air feels invigorating. I quickly put my duster back on, effectively covering most of my assets. Again I offer Rachel my hand as she steps out of the car, with a huge smile on her face. I put that there. The thought makes me smile wider myself. Rachel offers me her arm, I laugh and we make our way inside.
Carew Tower lends itself well to Halloween, even the rich let their hair down. I qualify of course because of my family name, but I've never felt like I belonged amongst all this opulence. The elevator dings, Rachel and I step off into the top floor, where the view of the city is seemingly laid out at your feet. The party is already in full force, orange and black satin streamers line the ceiling, even the lighting is diminished to create a dark mood. While a quartet of cellists serenade us with the beautiful dirge of "The Moonlight Sonata" to a room filled with live bodies and some undead ones as well.
"This is awesome Ivy." Rachel whispers in my ear. I smile and we move forward towards the bar. I see some interlanders dressed as characters from True Blood, Vampire Diaries and one of the cooler choices in my opinion, The Walking Dead. Of course several are also dressed as the good old safe standbys. But the only cool pirate in my book is Jack Sparrow. Several heads turn our way, but everyone already knows about Rachel and me. The term "power couple" has been tossed in our direction, though personally I don't particularly care for labels.
"Do you want something to drink?" Rachel asks, once again leaning up to whisper in my ear.
"Just you." I answer seductively, letting my gaze wander down to her cleavage. Where I'm so going to sink my teeth in...later.
"Behave Miss Tamwood." She retorts winking, while giving my arm a squeeze before making her way to the bar alone. I am unable to tear my eyes away from her delectable swaying ass. And as if feeling my lusty gaze on her, she turns around and flashes me a full fanged smile. Goddess save me! She wore caps? Why didn't I feel them when I kissed her earlier? "You are just full of surprises aren't you, Rachel." I say out loud to myself, the sound of my voice is lost amongst the music and scattered conversations. I'm beyond happy that we're not going home tonight, I reserved a suite in the Tower, but Rachel doesn't know that...yet. I smile at the thought of another taste of redwood-tonight.
This was originally a deleted "scene" for another Ravy story. I opted to change the setting and mood to just have a little fun, because writing Ravy almost always starts out angsty. And I needed a break from the angst. Now a brief translation for the song's I used, intended for those not familar with Rammstein.
"Du Reichst So Gut" means: You Smell So Good
"Rein Raus" means: In Out
Do you get the gist of the song's?LOL Review if you feel like it, I strictly wrote this for shits-n-giggles.