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A Many Splendored Thing
By Athena, a.k.a. il0vesunfl0wers
Part 2
Ivy threw herself into her little routine, or what Jenks called her God-I-hope-she's-not-dead regimen. Ivy was proud to say that the church was never as immaculate—and in some cases even sparkly—as when Rachel was gone for just one day. The chores helped her to focus on things she could control. Every speck of dust and grime could be wiped clean, and she did so in such a way with the thought that, if she could, she would scrub off every last blemish on Rachel's aura so that it would be pure again.
In some ways it felt like meditating, a way for her to find her center, to dial down the worries that plagued her mind. Only, this time her usual trepidation took a back seat. This time she was filled with… anticipation. She knew that things could go horribly wrong in the ever-after, but her libido kicked her thoughts of doom and gloom in the nuts.
God, I must be spending way too much time with Jenks on days like this.
And so, Ivy washed the dishes (twice) and towel dried them, mopped the kitchen floor, dusted off the living room, cleared the cobwebs, wiped the stained glass windows, raked the leaves, and washed and folded her and Rachel's clothes in between bouts. She also washed her Nightwing and polished it to perfection. Next, she sharpened her katana, lifted weights, did stretches, sit-ups and crunches till her abs cried for mercy, pummeled the boxing bag, tumbled on the floor mats, and practiced her martial arts katas with deadly precision and delicate grace. Then she bonded with Bis, fed Rex and her owls, and bickered and bantered with Jenks some more.
Having worked up an appetite, she decided to bake some homemade pizza for dinner, a medium pizza for herself and a small one for Rachel just in case she was hungry when she came home. She loved the calming effect of kneading pizza dough. A versatile stress reliever, she whacked, slammed, karate-chopped, and pummeled it down on the counter. She pinched, squeezed, molded it into breast shapes and... Ivy chuckled at the detour her mind was making. And I'm the one giving Rachel a hard time about smut. Smirking, she mixed in just a liiiiitle bit of brimstone on the dough while she was at it, knowing that her lover's homecoming almost always involved sharing blood when they made love. Still, it was a sneaky move on Ivy's part. A Rachel high on brimstone was a happy, gregarious, and extra friendly witch. Not that Rachel needed to get high, but even a small dose would help the cause.
All day long, the more Ivy tried not to think about Rachel's last words, the more her mind wandered back to them, back to that last kiss they shared. Oh boy. Her crotch throbbed at the memory. She couldn't stop thinking about Rachel's proposal, not because she had never had a threesome, oh no, but because it was with Rachel... and a possible duplicate, clone or whatever... of herself. It bumped up her possessiveness and territorial streak to a new level.
Truth be told, group sex was just another way for Ivy to express her sexual domination. She had always been competitive when she had threesomes with Kisten or with Skimmer. Hell, even when Piscary summoned a playmate or more. She wanted to be acknowledged as the superior lover, even as she surrendered her body to pleasure for pleasure's sake.
Now, sex and blood was different with Rachel because this time it was sex, blood, and love. Their auras chimed—something amazing she'd never experienced till the redhead. It was unheard of, akin to a myth, and she found it with Rachel. She found true love, to be precise, so there was no way she'd ever share it—or her for that matter—with anyone else. Until now.
Is it really sharing? What the Turn did it even mean when it would be with a copy of herself? And it wouldn't really be a competition per se, would it? Granted, she would be competing with nobody other than, well, herself. This was uncharted territory and she had to admit she was curious to find out.
She sighed. After a long day of going a little crazy cycling through worry, restlessness, bafflement, curiosity, uncertainty, with a dash of lust, there was only one thing left to do.
She rang up Ceri.
Better safe than sorry, Ivy told herself as she reached for her phone. Being a good runner and girlfriend, she did her homework. After all, her credo dictated: One must always get the best intel, especially at times of uncertainty, to determine the most viable course of action and exit strategies with minimal risks.
Yeah, that's it.
Luckily, Ceri was home and picked up the phone right away. After exchanging pleasantries, Ivy commenced her 'investigation'. "Rachel mentioned she learned how to make a doppelgänger."
"I see," the elf replied.
"Do you know about it?" Ivy asked, trying her best not to sound too anxious. "Is it dangerous?"
"Well, it is similar to a morphing ability that allows one to take another form," Ceri explained. "Except, instead of morphing into somebody else, it conjures an identical yet separate physical entity. A body double who will think and behave just like the original."
"Oh." The implications made the vampire's mind whirl. "She, uh, wants to make one of me..."
"Ahh." Ceri couldn't help the amusement in her voice from showing. There was only a limited number of uses for creating a doppelgänger, and since most of them were devious and cunning, she could only guess what Rachel specifically had in mind: pleasure. Ceri wasn't blind nor was she stupid. Well, Rachel was at times foolish and impulsive, but always with the best intentions. The way Ivy spoke, one would think the living vampire was asking about safe sex and birth control. The elf smiled. "You would essentially gain a twin, if you will, but a temporary one. She would be an extension of you, and you would have a direct link to each other's thoughts."
Awed, Ivy sank down on the bed and tried to process all this in silence. Now for the most important matter at hand. "It's... it's a curse, isn't it? How bad is it? Are there any side effects? I mean, I know a little about doppelgänger charms—"
Store-bought doppelgänger charms were only legal during Halloween, which were not even an option since Ivy would never allow anyone to impersonate her just so Rachel could have an 'Ivy sandwich'.
"—But a body double made from a curse..." Ivy shuddered.
Ceri was well aware of Ivy's aversion to curses and her reluctance to use something as simple as a pain amulet or anything made from earth magic. Ordinarily, the elf wouldn't recommend using curses unless it was unavoidable and could save lives. Now if Rachel herself wanted to invoke one in order to conjure up a likeness of her beloved, then it meant that she was willing to accept the stain on her aura to achieve her goal.
"You're right," Ceri replied, "it comes from demon magic, affecting mainly the one who would invoke the curse by absorbing an aural stain. However, the stain is relatively negligible compared to other curses because it is quite common, though not as frequently used as morphing. Done right, it should be... how do you say... Ah! Easy as pie."
Ivy chuckled, starting to feel better the more Ceri explained. With her penchant for details, Ivy couldn't resist asking more questions. If it had been anyone other than her or Rachel, Ceri would have lost her patience with a novice earlier on, but since this was Ivy showing such keen, if rare, interest, she educated the young woman as best she could. There was no need for a lengthy discourse on more complex nuances. She kept it at 'high level' (a term she learned to use in this day and age) and was delighted to learn that Ivy's mind was as sharp as Al's ceremonial knife. Ceri hoped that by doing this favor, Ivy would gain more appreciation for the intricacies of magic and, by extension, for the witch whom she loved. It was the least the elf could do to nurture their blossoming relationship.
"Thank you, Ceri. You've been a great help."
"You're welcome, Ivy." Goosebumps. My goodness! The vampire's voice over the phone made her tingle, and she didn't even like her 'that way'. How in the world did poor Rachel survive living in denial for years? Ceri wondered. "Let me know if you need anything else."
"Sure." Ivy could have sworn she could hear the smile in Ceri's voice. There was nothing wrong with that, but she was thankful that the elf was gracious enough not to tease her. This conversation was embarrassing enough as it was. And it had to end. "Take care of yourself, Ceri. Bye now."
~~~oOo~~~
Ivy tossed and turned in her bed. No matter how many times her lover returned intact from her weekly trip to the ever-after, Rachel's absence still filled her with anxiety, which hung like a dark, impenetrable cloud over her, robbing her of much needed rest. It was hard not to worry about Rachel's safety and wellbeing even for just one day. Rachel attracted trouble the way honey attracted a swarm of bees, and that was never a good thing, not when she couldn't be there to rescue her. Ivy hated feeling useless, powerless and unable to travel to the ever-after on her own. She had no clue how to find out if her love was in trouble, much less how to pinpoint her location.
She decided to think of something else before she drove herself completely insane. Her thoughts drifted back to her conversation with Ceri and her last moments with Rachel on this very bed. Their threesome discussion came out of the blue, just like many other topics that Rachel surprised her with. Rachel's views and opinions were often a great source of entertainment to Ivy, and sometimes even left her pondering deeply.
Yes, threesomes were nothing new, but Rachel's suggestion was something else entirely. Ivy couldn't deny that group sex was a lot of fun, having had her fair share. Initially it was exciting and addictive. After a while, the novelty wore off, though she indulged every once in awhile, but that was before she and Rachel got together.
The problem in this case was threefold: While Ivy normally wouldn't hesitate to indulge Rachel's eagerness for fresh and exhilarating experiences, her impulsive nature often made the witch lose sight of the consequences (if they even crossed her field of vision). Secondly, the mere fact that threesomes were addictive in nature implied that Rachel might be tempted to try it more than once, which meant that she would gain even more unnecessary smut. Last but not least, Ivy loathed the idea of sharing Rachel with anyone. Was it possible that she might change her mind down the road? Maybe, maybe not, but at present, it was off the table.
But if there were two of me...
Could she manage to share Rachel with herself... who was not really herself?
Granted, if their positions were reversed, two Rachels in her bed would indeed be beyond double the fun. If they ever got out of the bedroom, however… It would bring new meaning to the words 'double trouble' for sure. Oh, the horror! She chuckled to herself. If she had two Rachels, she'd get two sexual firecrackers eager to please her and bring her to unknown heights of ecstasy, one redhead behind her and the other in front of her, two sets of hands roaming every inch of her skin, and two mouths trailing fire wherever they kissed… nibbled… licked… and sucked. She could almost feel them, taste them, and their combined scents... Dual moans echoed in her mind. Oh, dear God. The sounds and images ignited an inferno that blazed a path of scorching heat between her legs.
"It'll be far better than porn. Better than a homemade sex video, right?" her lover had asked.
Exactly! Her libido cheered with imaginary pompoms and confetti.
Ivy had to admit she'd checked them out in front of the mirror more than once while making love and/or sharing blood, and although it was exciting, it wouldn't be the same as seeing her own tangible reflection pleasuring Rachel in 3D and witnessing her love's reactions up close. She shivered. That alone was enough to ruin her panties. And if she and her double shared a mind link, it would make it easier to coordinate how they would take turns to maximize Rachel's pleasure.
Okay, maybe it's not such a bad idea…
The bedroom door opened.
"Hey, sweetie, I'm—" Rachel never got to finish her greeting. One minute, she was standing by the doorframe, and the next, she was engulfed in her lover's arms. Her bag thudded on the floor, instantly forgotten as soon as Ivy's mouth ravished hers, her lips almost bruising in their frenzy.
Rachel gasped for breath. "I missed you, too—mmph!" Strong, knowing hands roamed all over her body, stroking, squeezing, molding her flesh. Rachel was vaguely aware of hearing snapping, tearing, whooshing sounds. When they surfaced again, the witch found herself topless. The remnants of her shirt lay scattered around their feet. "Whoa." Ivy knelt down to undress the rest of her. In seconds flat, she was completely naked, as was Ivy. Damn! Then Ivy was kissing and groping her again. "Wait—mmph. Slow down."
Ivy growled. "Raaachellll. I want you sooo baaad."
"I see that. Ohhh!" It was so hard to think when Ivy's mouth was latched onto the her neck, when Ivy's lips and tongue made her scars throb. Desire pulsed in waves down to Rachel's breasts and to her crotch till they ached, demanding all things Ivy. Rachel's knees buckled. "Can I at least take a shower first?" She was lost in a fog of lust, but she could've sworn she heard Ivy give a muffled "okay" against her throat, right before she was hoisted up. Limbs coiling around Ivy, Rachel squealed on the way to the bathroom.
~~~oOo~~~
Sometime later, Rachel's head plopped down hard at the edge of the mattress. She struggled to breathe, what with Ivy's head atop her heaving chest, which felt like a boulder, albeit an adorable one. "Christ, V," she said, her throat hoarse from all her screaming. "Hot damn! What's gotten into you?"
Ivy lifted her head up, heavy lidded and panting. "You did. Not too long ago."
Giggling, they both lay naked and sweaty, still a bit wet from the shower since they hadn't bothered to towel off. Ivy had insisted on licking Rachel's body dry (apparently, devouring her hadn't been enough), but didn't get very far when Rachel pounced and had her way with Ivy, only for Ivy to have her way back.
"Mmmnnnnnn." Rachel stretched her body in satisfaction, grinning like a fool even though she was certain she had new bruises and welts. They were worth it. "You animal, you."
"Rowrrr." Ivy leered, then crawled upward to give her love a soft, lingering kiss. "You're so addictive. I can never get enough."
"Back at cha." Rachel winked and grabbed a handful of her girlfriend's shapely rear. "You sexy beast." Then she leaned in to trade slow and tender kisses.
One of the best things, Rachel found, about making love with Ivy was what happened after. It felt so wonderful just to hold her and share body heat, a simple, physical connection that was almost as satisfying as bed-breaking sex. (Making out was a bonus.) She couldn't explain why or how, then again, she didn't need to. She just knew that she craved it, and she was happy to know that Ivy felt the same.
"Mmmm, I love you." Rachel smiled against her lover's lips. She pulled back, adding, "And not just 'cause you're a tiger in the sack. Though it helps. A lot."
Ivy laughed, mirroring her lover's giddiness. "Would you still love me if I was a slouch in bed?"
Rachel's face turned serious, contemplating. "I guess." Suddenly she shrieked when Ivy's fingers launched an attack on her most ticklish spots. "Okay, okay! I'd still love you anyway."
"What? 'Anyway'?" Ivy intensified her efforts, making the witch scream and giggle helplessly, squirming and desperately batting away her hands. "That's not a very nice way to appease a 'tiger', you know."
"I give, I giiive! Stop—ahhh! Stoooop!" When the convulsions and laughter died down, Rachel gazed deeply into Ivy's midnight pools, knowing that all her struggling renewed her lover's appetite for her. The predator in Ivy stared back with a hunger for something more, she knew, and Rachel didn't mind surrendering to whatever desire lurked and waited. "I love you regardless. I love you no matter what."
Growling, Ivy kissed her ravenously. She loved it when Rachel fought her. It turned her on so much, whether verbal or physical, and it was all she could do not to let the bloodthirsty beast inside ravage the redhead. Their intimacy and Rachel's heartfelt love helped to rein it in. Ivy still exercised caution for losing control and draining Rachel dry would be catastrophic on so many levels. It was with this realization that she stopped herself enough to say, "I love you, too, Rachel. More than words can say."
"I know. You show me everyday." Rachel wrapped her arms and legs around her lover and pulled her closer. She guided Ivy to her neck and whispered hotly in her ear, "I want you inside me. Let me feel all of you."
"Ohhh, Rachel." Pheromones filled the air, and soon her fangs and fingers slipped in reverently.
Rachel arched against her in rapture with a long, drawn-out moan, cradling Ivy's head as their auras began to merge. This, Rachel thought, above all things—beyond their physical union, beyond words—was love.
~~~oOo~~~
Rachel had arrived from the ever-after just before sunrise, and since she and Ivy had spent the better part of the morning wearing each other out and the afternoon catching up on sleep, it wasn't until just before sunset when they finally roused from bed. Ivy made sure to serve Rachel her brimstone goodies. She kept a stash by her bed for when she was too exhausted to retrieve them from the kitchen. It had taken some time for Rachel to adjust to them, to put it mildly, since they began their blood balance. Eventually, the witch learned to accept that having a vampire lover meant she had to bite the bullet and eat them on a regular basis. As a compromise, Ivy began to open up to earth magic, using pain amulets on occasion, and Rachel started making her own brimstone-laced 'snacks'. She'd gotten quite good at it, in fact, baking muffins and cupcakes, mixing in chocolate, peanut butter, fresh fruits, nuts, or anything else that would make it more appetizing.
Jenks fluttered into the kitchen, whistling. "Well, it's about time you two got up!" He landed on the counter next to Rachel. "My, aren't we looking anemic this fine evening?"
"Hm." Too sated to find a suitable retort, Rachel munched on a cranberry muffin instead.
Her lover finally flowed into the kitchen. Instantly Rachel's head perked up and tracked her approach, admiring the way Ivy moved and the way her black, silk robe clung to her body yet was loosely tied, giving glimpses of scrumptious, creamy skin she wanted to touch and taste some more. Just like that, making lunch became a distant memory.
Once standing in front of Rachel, Ivy gave her a lingering kiss. "Hey gorgeous."
"Hey yourself," the redhead mumbled against her lover's lips, giving her one more smooch before Ivy pulled away.
Ivy grabbed her mug and helped herself to some coffee. Once prepared to her liking, she leaned back on the opposite counter and gazed at her girlfriend. She felt sluggish and a little sore, but it was worth it. After all, a wild romp with Rachel was, hands-down, the best workout ever. She purred in contentment after her first sip. As much as she loved coffee, the caffeine kick didn't come close to the satisfaction she felt after making love. Hell, it didn't even compare to the schoolgirl flutters she felt when her love simply smiled at her, like right now.
"Hello. Earth to Ivy." Jenks snickered.
The lovers used to feel self conscious around him, but not anymore. Jenks didn't mind one bit. He was a guy after all, and he liked free shows. Seeing them get their flirt on (among other things) gave him a vicarious thrill, unless his little clan was about, of course. He knew this would happen, however, so he made sure the children stayed in with Matalina since there was no way the girls could keep things below PG-13. Ivy and Rachel could hardly keep their hands off of each other, especially whenever Rachel returned from the ever-after. Besides, he truly was happy for them. They deserved this much happiness, and it was his duty to rile them up to add to his own satisfaction.
"Hey bug," the living vampire replied, never taking her eyes off her witch, who stepped closer.
Jenks wrinkled his nose. "You guys stink. Wild night?"
"Mm-hmm," said Ivy, sipping her coffee. Rachel pressed her lips together, eyes twinkling as she leaned in and put her hands on either side of the vampire on the counter. "So what would you like to do later on, dear heart?"
"There's this spell I'm dying to try."
"Ooh, what spell?" Jenks asked, flitting about.
Ivy's brow arched. She wondered how far Rachel was willing to take this conversation in front of the pixy. "Is that so?"
"Uh-huh. It requires a helper, though." Rachel took a sip from Ivy's cup.
"Hey, love birds—"
"Know of anyone who might be interested?" Rachel asked, licking her lips.
"—I'm here, too, you know."
"Maybe." Ivy eyes twinkled. "Do I get a finder's fee?"
"You guys—"
"Absolutely. You'll be lavishly rewarded."
"Tink's titties!" Jenks zipped around them, sprinkling pixy dust. "You're talking in kinky sex code, aren't you?"
"Yes," Ivy replied, finally looking at him. "So how about you go away so we can have our private sexy time?"
"No way! I ain't missing this."
"And don't come back till tomorrow," Ivy added. "Or the next day."
"Why? Dirty talk doesn't take that long." The pixy snickered.
"Not when you do it right," Rachel quipped. "And who said anything about talking?"
"Man, your pictures really ought to go next to 'nymphomaniac' on the dictionary." Jenks chortled. "Or should I say pussytionary?"
"With or without clothes on?"
"Touché, Rache," said Jenks.
"So why are you still here?" Ivy tried not to smile as her brow arched at him.
"Humph!" Jenks crossed his arms. "A pixy knows when he's not wanted!"
"You're such a drama king."
"Ivy, you're not helping," Rachel chided, squeezing Ivy's arm. "Jenks, please?"
"It's okay, witch. I get it." Dragonfly wings hummed furiously as Jenks inched towards Ivy's face, pointing at her nose. "You're in your horn ball honeymoon phase, so I'll cut you some slack. For now." He darted off before Ivy could flick him away. "Enjoy your evening… nymphos!" he called, making obscene gestures with two fingers veed before his mouth. He ducked as a piece of muffin flew past him from Ivy's direction, then cackled maniacally on his way out.
When they were sure he was finally gone, Rachel wrapped her arms around her lover's neck, smiling coyly. "Now where were we?"
Purring, Ivy wrapped hers around Rachel's waist and pinned her against the counter. "Something about being lavishly rewarded."
"That's right. So, is that a yes, then?"
Ivy took a deep breath. "I asked Ceri about it."
"Oh. And?"
Ivy looked down, murmuring, "I don't like the part about it being a curse."
"I know, darling." Here it comes. Rachel tilted Ivy's chin up and gasped at the vulnerability that met her. As strong as Ivy was, she was also more fragile than Rachel ever thought she could be. It was only when they became lovers that she started to see it in its entirety. Sometimes it broke Rachel's heart, but she also felt lucky because Ivy trusted her enough to let this side of her show, a side that Rachel would unleash unspeakable curses to protect, even if it damned her own soul.
"Ceri explained it to me. How it works. It's just..." Ivy sighed. "I know how you get really excited about new… adventures. I'd feel better about it if... I'm just worried that you might want to use the curse again and again. I know this is all for fun and pleasure, but... your aura..."
Rachel couldn't argue with that or with the look of pain on her lover's face. Sometimes it seemed as if Ivy would take on all the pain in the world just to keep her safe. It didn't have to be that way, and they both knew it.
"I don't know. I'm being silly, aren't I?" Ivy looked away in embarrassment. "Am I blowing this way out of proportion?"
"Well, I figured you're reacting this way out of sheer habit," Rachel replied, which got Ivy to look back at her. "You know, whenever I want to do something risky. It's like your spidey senses tingle and you want to swoop in to rescue me, right?"
"Or tell you not to do something stupid."
"Is it really? We're not in any danger and I'm not being reckless or spontaneous, am I? Is it risky? Sure. Exciting? Hell yes! But for once I actually have a plan and I'm not deciding things on my own here. I need you for this to work, and only if you're with me on this." Rachel cupped Ivy's cheeks. "Your thoughts and feelings are very important to me, so no, you're not being silly. You're being you."
"Meaning?"
"You're always looking out for me. Protecting me." Rachel's mouth quirked. "Even from my idiot self."
"Yeah, well, you'd do the same for me." Ivy smiled back, albeit sheepishly.
"Of course. You know I would do anything for you." She drew the vampire into a full hug. "If I have to curse the world to protect you, till my aura's completely black, I'll do it. But this isn't about that." She pulled back and gazed deeply into Ivy's eyes, stroking her hair. "This is about feeling even closer to you. For a small price. I don't like adding more smut to my aura any more than you do. And I know it's not something we need to do. It's more like a… treat."
"Treat?"
"Yeah, like going to the Bahamas, except instead of getting a cabana boy, I get another you to ravish me." Rachel flashed her pearly whites, mischief painted all over her face. She nudged her girlfriend backward till Ivy's back hit the opposite counter. She kissed Ivy's jaw and whispered in her ear, "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to see yourself making love to me? Kissing me?" She nibbled her earlobe. "Biting me?"
Ivy groaned, her nails digging into Rachel's hips.
"Just imagine," Rachel continued, licking Ivy's lips slowly, kissing them once. "Two of you." Kiss. "Touching me." She pressed her entire body against her lover, her hands roaming. "Allllll overrrr."
Ivy moaned and clutched at her, kissing her madly.
"I promise you, we'll make this a day that—mmmph—neither of us will ever forget."
"Okay. You talked me into it." Ivy growled, right before slamming Rachel's back against the fridge.
"Wait!" Rachel couldn't believe she was actually putting a halt to their little festivity. "We need to stick to the plan!"
"What plan?" Ivy breathed out, hands gripping Rachel's robe like her first life depended on it. She was about to tear it open, too.
"We—We need to save our strength," Rachel rasped, even though she wanted to take off Ivy's robe, already parted, giving her a teasing glimpse of luscious curves. "And replenish."
"Replenish?" Ivy echoed faintly. It was so hard to think when she was this close to her love, who could be naked and writhing by now if she had her way.
"Food." Rachel sighed. "Brimstone goodies."
"Oh. Right. Okay." Ivy took a few deep breaths. She loosened her hold, grumbling, "You really shouldn't start something you can't finish."
"Technically we're on pause right now." Rachel dug her hands into Ivy's sides. "We're just a little bit ahead of schedule, you know."
"Schedule?" Ivy blinked slowly, still caught in a haze, which was still slowly lifting.
"Sort of. I'm sorry, honey. I got a little too excited 'cause you're so hot."
"You better make it up to me." Ivy's lips hardly moved.
"You're so cute when you're sexually frustrated." Rachel kissed her pouting lips. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while."
"I'm counting on it."
TBC
You know, I just realized that Rachel had a birthday in July. Well now, she gets to have a wish come true. It's a many splendored thing. =D Belated happy birthday, Rachel McNaughty, you lucky witch! X]
The next chap may take a little longer to post because, damn, writing about group sex is harder than I thought! So, uh, Chapter Sexin of Pool Table will come sooner. Terpsichorean suggested that maybe I should get a one-handed keyboard. You know, for carpal tunnel and stuff. What were you thinking, you pervs! xD I saw a wrist-mounted keyboard online - that would be sooo cool! Although my date might not find it so hot, unless she buys the whole ninja/spy bit.
I love bloopers almost as much as I love sunflowers, don't you? =P Yes, bloopers available upon review. ;)
~oOo~
EDIT: NataliaDeCronos made a very good point about this ending in her review. What I wanted to come across for Ivy didn't. I was about to fix it, but then I decided to give you this instead - I was going to share it as a treat for reviewers, but what the Turn, here you go!
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In the kitchen...
Ivy slammed Rachel against the fridge, about to rip off her clothes (again).
RACHEL: Wait! We're a little bit ahead of schedule.
IVY: (dazed with lust) Schedule?
RACHEL: Uh-huh. Baby, we need to stick to the plan!
IVY: Oooh, you dirty little witch. Tell me more.
RACHEL: I made a list. A loooong list.
IVY: Mmmm, yeahhh, you naughty girl! Keep going.
RACHEL: I used post-it notes... color markers... a spreadsheet.
IVY: Ohhhhhhhh... (eyes roll to the back of her head)
