Chapter Forty Four
"Surely it can't be done already."
"Oh it is."
Ivy looked down at the ticket to America in disbelief before looking back at him in hope. "I thought it'd be a half year here?"
"Four months in Madrid and Andalucía is too short for you?" Vale asked with a laugh when she quickly shook her head. "We've come what we set out for. You still have nearly eight months at my command of course, even if you want to do what your… husband, shall I call him now?"
Ivy nodded. "You might as well, yes."
Vale was pleased by that. While Gary was overly attached, he'd not exactly seen the same level of commitment of her and despite barely having a hand in raising him, he truly did love his grandson and want the best for him. It now wanted him back in a way Vale thought most appropriate. "Yes. Even if you want to do as he says, you'll also have me running you like a full time member. I'd suggest planning to help him in the most necessary offenses only. You do have education still as a security programmer. Did you complete the work set for you by your tutor, Dillon Thomas?"
"Yeah. Finished the last of this semesters work yesterday when I had some time."
"Good. Pack up. We leave in two hours."
"Aye, sir!"
.I.
"Wake up!" Andy said in delight, shuffling about like an energetic puppy, and bumping Ivy, whose head was lying on his lap, awake. "We're back in Bullworth! You can go see your man!"
"No way…" Ivy's eyes snapped open and she got up from his lap quickly, looking out the window, leaning over him and a wide grin settled on her face. "I get to see me lads again!"
Zhang looked back in enjoyment at the duo, quiet.
"Compose yourself, Ivy," Vale tutted, eyeing her as she grudgingly shifted back into the middle seat in the jeep. "One of only two of my master fighters of three gangs and acts like a child in a candy store." He sighed his disdain but the two next to him were far too cheerful to be put down. "What's the world coming to?" Vale bemoaned as the two snickered. He would be happy for Choi's peaceful existence rather than these bags of energy. He didn't have the vigour some days for their crap. His grandson could have them back happily when the deal ended.
He still had two thirds of a year as well with them, skilled or not.
Them, because Ivy had had claimed Andy as her getaway man she would use and also as her new right hand man.
He'd tried sending Andy back, but Ivy hadn't coped as well with no one close to her and business had suffered, so he'd grudgingly brought the ineffably happy male back, wondering how many times he'd been dropped on his head as a child. As such, Andy had become a permanent, if annoying, fixture in his life in Spain.
At least he could deal and drive exceedingly well.
"Hey, has Gary or Petey got tattoo's yet?" Andy asked of her. His own was on his right forearm, a Jaguar stretched out under a huge leaf in the jungle. "Hey! Maybe I should also get a Tiger? What do you think Boss? Think a nice big tiger on my other arm will be great? I do. You should get one too, Ivy! We could go to the same parlour, or, ooh! Boss, can we have the number of yours? Oh! We should get the other two to get one, I mean, they should have gotten one on their first trip abroad representing the Jaguars."
"Agreed." Ivy nodded absently.
"You did right? With Jimmy? You know, you've talked about them so much I feel like I know them, which is crazy. Isn't that crazy? Where'd you think Petey should get one? Somewhere more hide-able? Or maybe a lower leg? I think Gary should get one sprawled all over his back. Yeah, a huge one cause he's boss…" He went on but he'd lost her at the thought of Gary having a tattoo.
Ivy went into thought at that. She loved the huge expanse on a male back, and while overall attached to his whole body, she especially loved seeing Gary's back muscles flex while working out, sweat dripping down or when they were having sex and she was able to catch the sight of them in a mirror from her wardrobe door, the slope of his back shifting as he thrust... She crossed her legs and put her hands, fingers interlinked, on her knee. Oh fuck. 'Holy shit it's such a hot thought. Seriously, stop turning yourself on.' She scolded herself. "Maybe not the whole back." She couldn't see him with a tattoo at all to be honest, but the upper back only, because she loved his lower back and those dimples… "Or around his upper right arm and the top of his chest."
"I can't see Petey with a tattoo."
"I see him more than Gary with one," Ivy remarked. "Lower leg sounds good."
"The back is traditional," Zhang said smoothly.
Vale, fiddling with his cane, (He didn't need it due to back problems or anything, but it looked elegant.) added on, "I top mine up yearly."
"I should get mine topped up soon then?" Ivy asked. She didn't think the ink had faded much if at all.
"It's not so much at the beginning unless it rubs off straight away, give it a few years and you'll see."
"Okay, boss," They trilled together.
Vale rolled his eyes.
That grandson of his better thank him.
When they hit Mini Mary Cafe, Ivy just about ran out but then realised herself and peered at Vale. "When do you need me next?"
Vale paused, adding the dates up. "The tenth. I'll give you the weekend to settle back down but if I need you of course you'll come straight away. This week I'll be easy on you as well, giving you only one or two assignments until you'll go back to being my bodyguard full time with Choi." It was currently the second of November, a Friday. Next Saturday then? She nodded happily. "Don't forget your lessons with Zhang. We'll give Zhang the same amount of time as you to fit in." The Kung Fu specialist nodded tranquilly. "You may both go." She hugged the man tight, parting with a grin. "Be good, you two!"
"We'll try!" The two jumped out with their bags, Andy bringing in Vale and Zhang's bags into the café as Ivy held the door open and closed it once more when he exited, doing the same for Zhang at the front. Andy came back out holding the door open for him and Vale and Zhang entered with Choi awaiting them with Vale's usual newspapers and cup of tea at the table. The pair were waving at them before Andy nudged her and pointed his thumb at the parked motorbike in the alleyway. They high fived and rushed to it.
He watched them drive off with a canny smile and turned to Choi. "You don't know how much I missed you."
Choi raised a brow before bowing lightly to the pair of them. "Between Leon and Tony, you were greatly missed."
Vale snorted.
The Vale Tiger could only imagine.
"Let us have tea and rest. Zhang, what tea would you like?"
.I.
"You're fucking insane!" Ivy shrieked in glee, laughing as she held on tight to Andy's waist who whooped in delight at the speed. "Keep it up!"
"Yes, boss!" The motorbike instead kicked up a notch as they raced over the bridge to the Academy and sped into the parking lot. A screeching halt, a quick lock up of the motorbike and the helmets under the seat and Ivy confusedly stared at him as he grinned cheekily. "After you, milady!"
Shrugging, the Jaguar co-leader did so, dashing into the main building and up the stairs and walked into Miss Danvers room. "Good afternoon, Miss Danvers!"
"Miss Jones!" The secretary said in complete surprise, phone in hand and fingers poised above buttons. "We weren't expecting you until next semester!"
"I finished the apprenticeship in Spain part early. If I fail this, I have that, and a place in Spain if I ever want it." Ivy grinned widely, pleased to be back and motioned to her companion. "And this is Andy."
"Andy Lawson." The Jaguar filled in helpfully.
"Oh, Mr Lawson…" She flipped through her book and her finger slid down the page. "For the Automotive Engineering?"
"Yup!" He saluted with an energetic grin.
"I didn't know you were gonna take a degree! When were you gonna tell me, eh?" Ivy playfully pushed his arm, making him snicker. "Jeeze. Pulling one over me!" Both of them had to fill in some forms and Andy had to get a room for himself, getting one near Ivy on the second floor. "It's mixed?"
"You're mature enough to handle that, yes?"
Andy snickered again but Ivy laughed with him. "Of course. Just a happy surprise. Anything else?"
Danvers looked through all the papers for a couple minutes before nodding. "Everything's in order from what I can tell if anything is needed I'll call you back here. The school has received both payments for the year in full. Here are your keys. You have the weekend to recuperate from jetlag. If you have it?" The secretary said, peering at them in confusion.
"Oh, we are tired." Andy nodded in agreement.
"Just happy to be back."
"I… see. Well, best get some rest now. It's quarter to seven so I suggest an early night and lots of water. I know I'll be getting an early night."
"Thanks, Miss Danvers. Have a good night now."
"And you two do so as well."
The duo exited the room, Ivy half glad not to have to talk to Crabblesnitch, and left the building. They took the Jock area route to the new Uni Dorm and found their rooms at the end of second floor corridor next to another staircase going up to the third level.
"'Till tomorrow?" Ivy said, opening her door as her underling copied. "I think I'll unpack and go sleep."
"I'mma go explore. Call if you need me," Andy said, chucking his bag on his bed and saluting at her after closing and locking his door once more. "See ya later boss!"
"Bye Andy."
Ivy started unpacking, laying her gifts on her bed and putting away her clothes in the lowest level of her chest of drawers, knowing Bullworth still forced the students to wear uniform, but also instilling the blazers having to be worn instead of just the jumpers for the degree students, which were now optional, but from the look of the degree students still up, they still wore it underneath. You could buy a tie in the colour of your sleeveless jumper as one of the preppies had shown walking by them, not knowing who they were, new.
Personally she didn't mind the rule; it just infused the mischievous learning feel of her teen years back again, arsehole-like as they were.
"Hey. You're Ivy, right?"
The female southern English accent, instead of a posh Preppie one, made her turn to her doorway.
"Aye?"
"So that's what he was on about. 'Brit'." The girl was very pretty in Ivy's discernment, laughing eyes and dimples on her cheeks and prescription glasses in her hair. She'd get along with Andy, Ivy would wager. "I knew it as soon as I saw you! You're Gary's wifey!"
Ivy burst out laughing at the term she hadn't heard in months, years even. In fact it kind of explained her title quite well. Not exactly a wife but not just a girlfriend. "Yeah. You are…?"
She held a hand out and Ivy shook it. "Wicked. I'm Laniey Turner. But it's Lani, yeah? Just Lani, please, or I will eternally torment you or something. I want to legally change it to Lani, but mumsy would do a guilt trip on me. Said it'd be disrespectful to my great-grandmothers or something because it's their names merged into that stupidity. Anyways, I'm in Security Programming too. Finally glad to meet you. You know there's two other guys in the class, one of them Nerds and a non-clique that's my bro? Weird that whole group thing, innit?"
"Took me a while to get used to it. How's Bullworth treating you?"
"Can't complain. Well, I could. Wouldn't get me far. I mean, why would I want to bash my head against a brick wall?" Lani shrugged comically and Ivy struggled to stop chuckle, grinning widely. "Anyway, as soon as I heard about you missing from our class I talked to the pink shirted one, that Polish guy - who I'm damn sure is getting it on with the Bruzzini triplets – who I'd heard talking about you and he was happy to talk about ya and how you'd be coming back soon. I thought I saw you, so I went into his room to tell him – it was open, I swear it was! I got curious. Not to mention I'll never step in there again - and found these. They were on top of the chest of drawers with your name on the front of it. When I saw you, I figured I'd go get them and bring 'em to ya."
A familiar set of keys dangled from a strong necklace in her hand, with three new additions and a new name tag on it.
Ivy took them with a bemused smile. "Oh! Thanks a bunch!" Then something went through her head. "Wait, what do you mean never again?"
"It was like a sex shop. That had a brothel attached to it."
"Petey?!"
"Always the quiet ones, ain't it?" Lani mused.
"But… Petey? Pink shirted one? Polish one? Femme-boy?"
"Well, those femme fatales love a bit of that man's boy." Lani retorted quickly causing Ivy to choke on laughter again. "C'mon. Lemme show you." She grasped her hand, tugging her to the correct door before letting go and Ivy opened the door next to Andy's and gawped. The curtains were drawn but there was enough light to showcase everything. There was a heavy smell of scented candles that she would bet money on were aphrodisiac candles. Lingerie was thrown around the room with abandon. The dildo's around the place were most definitely used and there were paddles and open batteries pack with dead batteries around the bed. "Yup." Her lips smacked the 'p' out, closing the door again.
Ivy locked it, turning to her. "Uh… huh."
Lani nodded knowingly. "Quite something, huh? Thank god I'm on the other end of the corridor. Your man had to deal with the sound." At that the pair burst into snickers. "At least he can permanently bunk with you now. I don't know why he didn't sleep in your room anyway. Your room is twice as big because it's an end one like mine. Plenty enough room." Lani shrugged again. "Still, I have that damn squeaky voiced Christy on my right. Ugh. I swear she's getting it on with a bunch of the guys here all at once. Slag."
"Man stealer. So be careful."
"Yeaaah, I'm not going anywhere near something she's touched."
Ivy snorted, really liking this lass.
"Oh, and a heads up. She's not the only one." It was said in a way that was slightly foreboding and also as if she didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but who did?
"What?"
Lani scratched the back of her head. "That blonde bitch Katie was trying to get her claws into your man. Which is, incidentally, how I met Gary and then the others and became mates with them. Somehow she broke into his room and he was threatening to hit her if she didn't get out. Your man was faithful, I could tell that at least. I was dancing past as he demanded I throw her out so he wouldn't knock her out or rather 'be liable to hit her' if memory serves correctly. He looked furious, so I prefer my version. I don't doubt he would have either."
That made Ivy narrow her eyes dangerously.
Fucking Katie Longley.
She was still here?
"He's already warned her off back in June or something like that," Ivy muttered.
"That stupid cow needs to get a life. But keep an eye out, yeah?" Lani stated, crossing her arms, nodding to her statement and then snapped her fingers as an idea came to her. "Oh, by the way, can we get fireworks around here? We can have fun on the fifth with Fireworks Day. I've never set up an actual Guy Fawkes and set him alight, wanna do that? I mean I know you're a Scot and don't really celebrate it, but do you wanna anyway?"
Ivy snorted, put hands to hips as she grinned at the girl. "You pyro! Just because it's America doesn't mean we can't just set anything alight anywhere!"
"Why not?" Lani complained, palms upwards. "What's the point of moving here if I can't torch a Guy Fawkes? Land of the free, right?"
"To an extent, you nutter. But yeah, we'll definitely do something then." Ivy agreed, missing her twins for a little moment. Burn's Day in Jan was another that she'd celebrated with them in secret. "Also, I lived in England for a time before Scotland." Then she zipped her mouth, realising exactly what she was saying to Lani, who thankfully didn't notice her instant silencing.
"Sweet. I'll probably see you Monday? You'll wanna be with your man and your mates and all that, so I'll likely not see you till then anyway. Ta-rah, mate." She winked, patting her on the shoulder and walking down the corridor to her room.
"Yeah, later mate," Ivy called and went into Gary's room, locking it afterwards. The martial artist pulled off the ring from her necklace and put both piece of jewellery back on properly. She quickly went down on the made bed and grabbed the pillow hugging it to her, burying her head in it and inhaling his wonderful, wonderful scent that lingered from last night, ecstatic the sheets hadn't been cleaned yet. She groaned in delight. "Dear Deities, I missed you, you sneaky bastard." She kicked off her shoes and while she wanted to wait, the jetlagged urge to snooze easily overcame her and she conked out near instantly.
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Gary nodded at the Jaguar driver and slammed the door shut, turning to go into the Academy as the car sped off, fist tightening irritably on the briefcase handle.
What a god-awful day it had been.
First they'd had multiple meetings that day before and after class, but heaven forbid any of them getting him anywhere. Then they'd been tag teamed by two small gangs wanting to take them out, resulting in a huge fight and numerous injuries in all three groups. Then back up seemed to take forever and Jimmy nearly sustained a shot to the arm by protecting Petey, but it'd just about been a graze instead. A very deep one that bled continuously and needed stitches from an actual doctor but still only a graze. Doctor Phelps had been happy to oblige but the payment the man required was obscenely high, regardless of the wound.
It was a good thing they were criminals with a shit ton of money.
The members wanted to party to gives thanks to whomever for keeping them all miraculously alive but Gary wanted none of that tonight and said they can do it if they wished but he had paperwork to go through and left, leaving behind Jimmy and Petey who happily started up a party with the Jaguars to get rid of excess stress at one of the clubs they owned in Ayrshire. That wasn't Gary's thing without the entire leading group there because who the hell would he stick with? Lutz? He scoffed at the thought. He'd had no time to do his favourite things of snooping around for background information on the people around him and working for him and delicious blackmail material and hadn't for weeks and that hadn't helped them any in their dealings.
He could do the paperwork, sure, and even though Petey helped and was just as good at it, Petey was still learning as much as he could from his medical degree, from Doctor Phelps Vale who was still being paid by Vale to teach Petey (and Mandy) and trying to keep some semblance of a relationship with… one of the triplets? Two? All three? Whatever, and Jimmy sucked at that sort of thing and questioned on how to do things more than actually did them so Gary had swiftly kicked him out the room and picked up the slack.
'Really.' He'd huffed to himself internally, 'We need a trustworthy accountant.'
Stealing Vale Tiger Accountant Harvey looked more and more enticing all the time.
That wasn't his only problem either and there were plenty other problems big and small.
For instance he thoroughly disliked the degree teacher for his Chemistry, a woman (who was decidedly not an 'insane-from-fumes' old man a la Doctor Watts) that hit on all the men in class now they were of legal age. There'd been no rules in the teachers' book on degree level student teacher romantic liaisons being disallowed… nor had it in the normal book, now Gary was thinking about it. She was excellent at her job, sure, but she wouldn't get the hint he, and a general amount of the class (mostly the female half), didn't want any of it.
Or maybe she did get the hint and just ignored it?
Either way, she was actually very helpful to the girls, so it wasn't like she disliked or ignored the female half due to wanting some young thing to buck on.
Professor Marie De Le Croix seemed to especially hit on him that day, impressed with his knowledge, giving flirty glances, sly, nearly there touches and all that crap that he'd shifted away from. There had to be something to that taken men and women being attractive to singles theory because fucking hell had the amount of people hitting on himself and Ivy the past year compared to all the previous ones combined drove him fucking insane with not only it happening but their fucking persistence.
Holy shit were these fuckers tenacious.
Muay Thai followed by the Wing Chun Choi had picked up from Ivy was something they'd depended on for some semblance of normality and Choi had been happy to oblige, being in concurrence during this hectic time that they needed some scheduling in their lives that wasn't stressful schooling that they could release pent up irritation from.
Traffic being shit on the way here was just the cherry on the top.
He was not in a good mood.
He wanted to sleep.
He wanted to get this day over with.
Gary stomped up the stairs with a dark look on his face, glad no one close to his people was around to even nod a hello at him as he stormed to his room. He unlocked and opened the door roughly and then stilled, seeing an outline of a body of his bed and his hearts rhythm did a pause before continuing at a higher rate, instinctively knowing that body. He felt a rush of want and need and desire cram into a maelstrom in his chest and the crabby little voices stilled and disappeared. He felt light headed, woozy and his knees went a little weak. It was as if he'd seen someone dead come back alive the way that maelstrom pounded and made him shake.
He hadn't realised how much he needed her until that moment and suddenly didn't care he needed pills or that he'd transferred that dependency onto her. He was fucking glad he had something physically denoting mental stability. He could now go to her at any time and touch her and calm down, feel relief, the lessening of stress and as corny as it was, love. She loved him. He needed that.
"Ivy…"
Suddenly today's stresses and grievances disappeared and he didn't want this day to end.
The male closed the door gently behind him and locked it tight, dropping the briefcase hurriedly. He moved to the side of her and almost didn't want to touch her, shaky hand reaching out before clenching into a fist and moving back. She was here. He ducked down on his haunches and simply stared. Four and a bit months, five and a half thousand kilometers and six hours of time difference had sat between them not a day ago and now there was only an inch of space. Her hair had lengthened and lightened from the Spanish sun and her skin had tanned. There were no other differences.
Apart from one.
Ivy wore his ring on her finger and shifting it slightly showed the indentation of wear, delighting him.
Gary pressed his lips to hers feeling a high on being able to touch her, and since that didn't wake her (probably jetlag or something, his mind reasoned promptly), he simply took off his boots, jacket and socks, undid a couple of each of the buttons on his top and jeans, doing the same for her skirt and blouse and crept onto bed beside her. He pulled her close and decided work and the world could go fuck itself tomorrow. He had her back. Petey and Jimmy could do whatever as long as they didn't bother the pair of them.
They could fuck the Jaguars up entirely, blow all the money at once on poker, declare war on the Roses; he didn't give a shit as long as it didn't bother them.
Tomorrow would be their day.
Gary and Ivy's day.
He shackled her against him with iron arms of possessiveness.
They'd much re-establishing of each other to do.
.I.
Ivy smirked lightly down at him with her head held up by a hand while she laid on her side as Gary blinked awake from the morning light and snapped awake, hungrily taking in her suddenly naked body. "You didn't even undress me in my sleep? So unsatisfactory." She teased, unbuttoning his shirt fully as his arm reached out to grasp her waist and drag her closer, taking in her body in the light and getting hard when he took in her aroused scent as he pulled a leg over his hip. "I expected to wake up buck naked with your head in between my legs."
"My apologies," His low voice rumbled lustfully, "But I'll be taking my time devouring you today." His lips had fun in trailing down her neck and her body and taking in her taste as he took off his jeans and boxers to become completely naked and pushing her on her back gently.
"Mm." She enjoyed the attention slowly going down her body and licking at her clit softly and making her sigh in enjoyment. "O-Oh. I want to-" Her hand tapped at his cock, enjoying the veins she could feel out.
"No," His voice grumbled commandingly and held her hips down when she shifted to reach for him again. He eyed her heated eyes with a little smirk. "I want to taste you," He stated and then went back down to work on one of his favourite places on her, taking his time. He sucked and nibbled and enjoyed the slickness the beckoned him to- No. Not yet. Her gyrating hips lifting up and begging to be filled and an eventual loud mewling moan made him hum in delight at the excess flood of come sleeking down and licking it up thirstily, making her 'eep' at each suck. "I fucking love your juices."
"Y-Yeah..." Ivy nodded wantonly, clutching the mattress cover. "G-Good."
He shifted to hold himself up by the palms and knees over her and cocked his head in thought. "That was… quick."
She flushed and looked a touch embarrassed. "It's been a while since we have." Her body slowly relaxed from its' tense and quivering state. "Or self play… during the whole time actually." Then she shuffled, feeling his member bounce against her thigh and groaned lightly. "Seriously, Gary, if you don't stick it in me soon I may implode. As may you." She looked down at his throbbing member, unbelievably thick, veiny and seriously red tipped and pre-cum leaking. Dear deities she already wanted him again. Her eyes sharpened on his as she reached down to flick at the slickness and couldn't help but taste and groan, giving him a beseeching look. "Please…"
Gary held himself and aligned them, tip jutting in and Ivy looked down at their barely joined sexes before looking up at him with need at the same time he looked at her. "I'm going to fuck you like this, twist you over from behind, come into you, and then we're going again. You're never going to forget this day." He promised, dipping closer to her and sucking a nipple into his mouth as he held her around the waist with a strong right arm.
Her mouth watered in reply and her lips widened into a smirk as she held him around the neck and nibbling up his neck to murmur in his ear. "Talk is cheap, love."
Gary raised a brow in reply, his smirk dangerous as he realised she was riling him up to prove her wrong and laughed before replying with a quick comeback. "It really isn't." He thrust into her hard, thoroughly enjoying the strangled moan of pleasure coming from her throat as she threw her head back and well as the feeling of heated walls surrounding his cock. He groaned into her neck, almost ready to burst already, tingles surrounding his cock and balls. It had been months since he'd had sex and he wanted to extend this but holy fucking shit. 'It really had been months…' was all his mind could formulate as he enjoyed the mesmerising feelings of electric build-up as her inner walls clenched and unclenched. "Fuck."
"Exactly." Ivy laughed breathlessly. "Pleasedopleasedopleasedo."
"I'll do exactly what I said." He glared down at her dominatingly, taking a demanding rhythm before his eyes widened as seconds later she flipped them with a mocking smirk, riding him hard. "Fuck, woman." He was seriously about to come within seconds and actually gasped in displeasure at her sudden standing before a yelping sound came out of his mouth as she dived down and sucked him hard, a hand playing with his balls, massaging them while the other clawed down his thigh powerfully and he exploded outwards at the sensations, orgasm overtaking him and his sight actually whitened at her amazing mouth drinking every drop of his come. He gasped for breathe but she stuffed his still hard member into her and rode him furiously, following him into another orgasm quickly as he fiddled with her nub, moments after twisting her and bending her over, mostly fulfilling one of his promises.
He was sure she didn't mind.
"Y-Yessss." She hissed, body shaking at the more powerful orgasm rippling through her. "Yesss, Gary."
"Ivy." He grunted as he softened, enjoying the feeling of her quake around him once more before settling into him in relaxation and felt territorial at the sensations. This was his woman, his fucking world. The time apart had shown him that he would not survive without her, no matter how long his grandfather took them apart for. Frankly, he didn't care anymore. It had been the biggest torment, being so fucking dependant. He hated it. So much. He'd wanted to both get rid of her and them and go back to being by himself where it was far more controlled. Those thoughts stopped completely when she went and it was then he learned not to give a shit and just did what made him most contented and gratified. It was her. She was his. Nothing would make him let go. Not even Ivy herself. He was obsessive over her.
A weak laugh was his reply. "Gary. I fucking love you."
"You better. We've only begun, Ivy Smith."
Ivy shuddered in delight and turned to face him, knowing he was indulging her in a small soft kiss she gave him as she touched his cheek. "You do make me want to actually marry you despite not believing in it, Gary Montgomery."
He gave her a glare before chuckling heartily before kissing her more thoroughly, happily tasting the other part of her, pressing against her to get her warmth. "As if. You'll take my name because you're my woman." He mumbled against her lips.
"Bullocks. That doesn't mean shit. My surname is better than yours. Much more. Smith is so common and Montgomery is superior in every way," She mocked lazily, enjoying the after waves of her second orgasm before grinning up at him slyly. "So. Part two?"
"Of course. I'm always up for the challenge when it comes to you."
Ivy smirked. "Let me challenge that, husband."
"Husband?"
She nodded at his intent look, not daring to look away from him. "I consider you that now."
Now didn't that get him hot around the collar and wildly possessive, the recessive voices in his head telling him to subject her to him? "You always were mine, Ivy. Knew it since the moment I laid eyes on you." His thumb flicked against her clit once more causing her to quiver for a second in response. "Now. It's been ten minutes?" Her eye flickered to the clock in his room, before she nodded at his words, looking up into his heated eyes that would enjoy her again soon enough. In fact, he had multiple drugs dotted all around the room and he wouldn't let his male body give up on him when he had a nice little blue pill to keep it going for the day. Even he couldn't help the fact the male human body wasn't made to last for what he wanted. He took it out and flashed it to her causing her eyes to widen and slipped it on his tongue, swallowing. "Enjoy the rest of your day, woman. You'll still be begging for it when I'm done with you."
.I.
Ivy woke up and tiredly looked around on Sunday afternoon. For a second, she thought she was back in Madrid with Prospero, which made her feel a tad ill. She'd had an odd dream with him… What was it with Prospero doing… what again… before Gary appeared and they'd gone to Egypt to be adventurers in lost tombs? Some dance? Her mind fuzzied. Damn, but that Indiana Jones malarkey was much more fun than her ex. Even in dreams he was superior. Her lips twitched up. Gary… She reached for him before feeling the cool sheets with a frown. Wait, where was he? She peered around in confusion. She didn't know how she could have lost him so quickly seeing as how she was pretty sure he was just in bed with her.
Right?
Surely her honed instincts hadn't lost him already?
Her eyes slinked around the room. "Gary?"
Nothing.
"Gary!" She called once more, loud enough for it to be heard outside the room but no response.
She blinked, becoming a tad bit more awake at being alone.
Well, shit.
The Scot swiftly got up with a scowl at his absence and stumbled as her tired body trembled and ached so darned gloriously, causing a little grin to erupt instead. She swiped up her man's shirt and tugged it on, grabbing her own used clothing and key necklace for her room and left the messed up room, entering her own clean one quickly. She was glad everyone seemed to be either asleep or just away. She chucked her worn clothing in the hamper by the door and went to find some clothing. A set of lacy red and black underwear, a pair of flat foot calf high boots and thick socks, a tiered wavy skirt and printed tee with a long cardigan and she was set. Then paused as she looked at the orange bikini.
"Maybe I'll go swimming…?" Gary wasn't around which she didn't like at all, so screw him and she didn't have any bruises on her body that were too obvious or not easily explained. Ivy smiled to herself. It'd been a while since she wasn't at anyone's immediate beck and call, whether it be Vale, Gary, the waitresses or customers wanting drinks. Tea sounded good too. Maybe she'd pop by the Mini Mary Café after? Ivy happily changed, throwing a towel and underwear into a small duffle bag and left the room.
.I.
"Where the fuck is that woman?" Gary muttered, looking around the room with a bag in his hand.
He'd been gone to grab them some lunch, simply some Mexican food from the Quetzalcoatl restaurant, having felts the pangs of hunger that the food-play yesterday hadn't assuaged. He'd even rung up in advance so he'd be back quicker, feeling very guarded of her and her time, even lying to the two morons of his and sending them off on patrols, causing Jimmy to look at Petey and wonder what the younger male had done wrong as he rarely went on patrol. Lani had asked after her when he'd passed her by on the way out on the stairs, giving a knowing grin and simply giggling at his scowl and going on her way with a skip. He really hated that he knew she'd fit in well from that bit of teasing.
He'd been held up by meeting up with his grandfather, who'd annoyingly known he wanted to go back but hadn't let up on talking business otherwise he'd have ignored the man completely, so he'd been gone nearly an hour and a half before even hitting the Quetzalcoatl owned building.
Staring around, he noticed her clothing gone and stepping out he took out the key he had of her room and unlocked that. Nothing, but her worn clothing was in the washing basket. He'd yet to have the time to go through her things and figure out what she'd wear to go to different places and in turn predict where she'd be. He didn't like not knowing where she was.
His head turned at the voices he heard from outside.
"…Bruzzini triplets, again?"
"Kept me up all fucking night and I swear they kept going during the day too but I dunno if it was the triplets. Only one chick."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, this girl sounded way hotter than those high pitched screams. More moans and cute mewls. Hot as hell, yeah?"
Wanting to decidedly rip the snooping bastards ears off his head while also feeling smug beyond belief, Gary walked out of the room, locking the door after him and ignoring the two apart from taking in their faces and taking them in as new Greasers and then going into his room once more.
"Hey man, why've you got two rooms?"
Not in the mood, he simply narrowed his eyes at them. He'd read profiles of every new person here, but if they had been someone he recognised as worthy he'd have remembered them and tried to coax them to his side already like he'd done with several others. "What business is it of yours?"
"Lose the attitude, ya mangy bastard."
Brown eyes narrowed in disdain. "Watch your mouth if you want to survive in this place, friend."
One of the Greasers, hair held back into a tight ponytail and a smug look on his face, snickered to his friend. "Look at him trying to act tough, Dom."
"I haven't got time for you," Gary growled, slamming the door shut in their faces and locking it. The smacks on the door irritated him but he simply started cleaning up, hating his room a mess even though he loved the reason why it was like that. He was simply too tired to deal with the shits at his door. Until they stopped and wolf whistled, that is. His ears pricked up at their words.
"Hey, baby. You new?"
"No, but you clearly are. Excuse me. I'm busy."
Ivy.
He got up immediately from picking up the books he'd shoved off his desk before slamming her on it and taking her hard from behind, chucking them on the table uncaringly.
"Come on, toots, give us a chance. We heard you last night. Pretty sure shit like that's not allowed."
"Pretty sure shit like your face ain't allowed but we can't all have it our way, can we? Greasers, huh? I'll have to tell Johnny to rein in his boys and remind him exactly who the Queen is that easily beat his girlfriend up." Ivy sighed in irritation. "Like I don't have enough bullshit to deal with." Her eyes lit up when he opened the door, holding a pair of steaming Styrofoam cups from Mini Mary café. He'd probably missed her hitting the café by a few minutes even. His eyes hit the sight of her damp hair and wondered if she'd simply had a long shower. "There you are, love! Where the hell were you when I woke up?"
"Getting us food. C'mon." He held his hand out and her eyes zeroed in on the ring on his finger as she held the two cups in one hand against her chest and took his hand, pushing past the two in the way. He looked up at the two with a dark scowl. "Get lost." He closed the door once more, locking it yet again. "Hungry?"
Her stomach growled and she flushed, causing him to smirk as he pulled her to the bed, taking a cup. "Yeah, I just went swimming, did some laps. So, you know, we didn't exactly do much talking yesterday," Ivy said, ignoring his widening smirk and the almost boyish amusement in his eyes as they sat on the partially made bed. "All I got from you was 'everyone's fine, we've got more specialist recruits and keep those panties off woman,' any time I went to the toilet."
Gary delightfully remembered saying that, too.
"Oh, Mexican! Man, I haven't had a good Mexican meal in ages. Spanish food is great and I love it but Enrique's cooks are the best. Thanks for getting this, Gary."
He waved it off. "I was dealing with other things and figured I'd pick it up."
"Other things, hm?"
The Jaguar leader raised a brow at his main fighter as he passed some quesadillas her way, rolling his eyes at her exuberant demolishing of it. His fighters never did have food manners any more. "Meeting with Vale, passing on patrol orders, that sort of thing." Ivy smiled like she knew otherwise, and Gary wondered if he was ever that easy to read to other people. It made him want to throw something at her, not that it'd do any good. "Just keep eating. We've got things to do today. New recruits need to know their second in command and people around here need to know who not to mess with. There hasn't been much chance to make sure our Academy base is completely secure apart from basic searches."
"Two or three full time jobs in one, isn't it?" She looked at his irritable expression.
"Yeah."
Finished, she flopped back. "Meh. You're the boss. You can do it all." She rolled to show him her back causing him to scowl and then she slid off the bed, dodging the pillow he threw and rapidly jumping him, having easily bypassed the food and going to his mouth and giving a hard kiss. "Bad. No." She waggled a finger at him causing him to narrow his eyes at her testily.
"That's not backing up your words."
"I could always roll up a newspaper and swat you on the nose?" Ivy asked innocently, miming it, and once more rolled away, this time to his side to come up behind him and hug him around the shoulders, easily letting the pen swipe by her. "If I wasn't this talented, you'd be called abusive, Smith," She grumbled, huffing at his scoff of amusement. She kissed down his jugular, arms wrapping around the corded muscles of his neckline, nuzzling into his collarbone and taking in his scent, nibbling where she could, arms tightening when he gave her more neck to explore. Her man. She sighed into his neck blissfully and cuddled into him a little bit more with a happy hum, body completely fully against his, curious at how far he was willing to let her cling to him and for how long, giving a little lick to get his taste again.
Now, Gary was possessive. Wildly territorial had been previous thoughts of hers every once in a while. Yes, it was he who alluded the terms of their closeness. He wasn't unaffectionate, that would be an utter lie, but it was him who would shift away to have his own breathing space, even between them when he wanted it. If she wanted a hug at a time he didn't, he'd barely stay attached for a single second or two, allowing it from her and giving it back but not letting her control it. Other times he'd forcibly hold her to him until he felt satisfied, and that could be anywhere from a minute to an hour. That's just how he was.
Quite like all of yesterday where he'd kept her in his sights at all times. He'd held onto her so tightly in his sleep she'd barely been able to get out to pee and even then he'd waited outside the toilets for her when he'd realised where she'd gone. She hoped he'd not stay like that for long or she'd get pissy.
Right now he seemed not to show either way of thinking, simply accepting. She slouched down from being on her knees and let her head lay on his back, arms slinking around his waist and under his shirt. It was kinda comfy like this, she supposed. His body radiated heat and she felt it lull her into a doze.
Gary simply ate his food slowly, still unwilling to get back to work and leave this warm bubble of specialized female companionship he'd not felt for months. There were probably stacks of paperwork to be getting on with. He ate slower in reply, thinking as he always did. The last time he truly proved his worth in this place at this level was what… the observatory? Would being the Leader of the Leader's count seeing as no one knew?
No.
No it wouldn't.
He scowled at that.
Maybe it was time for a little fun.
.I.
A/N: Released on my Bday :D!
Thanks to hotyogi for following the story and myself!
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