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Ivy was still asleep when Matthew woke up the next morning. He carefully slipped out of the bed and dressed, leaving the room in silence. He went to the practice courts, wanting to practice his sword work before she woke up, he didn't want to be apart from her on her birthday! After an hours practice against three young pages trying to improve he returned to his rooms, shaking off their demands for another bout. None of them had managed to beat him, and he couldn't be bothered to spend any more time against them, it wasn't like it was important. He bathed hurriedly in the mens baths, then returned to his room, finding Ivy stirring from sleep. He grinned, watching as she stretched out and displayed her bare stomach before him. He quietly walked over, making no noise. Her eyes were still closed, she didn't notice he was there until his mouth began planting kisses on her stomach. Ivy giggled and her eyes flew open. "Stop Matthew! That tickles!"

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "My mouth tickles?" he said, pulling back briefly and frowning at her. Ivy nodded. He sighed. "Well, I suppose birthday girl can't get any birthday kisses then can she?" he grinned and stood up, yawning. "I might just go and find someone else to kiss. . ." he trailed off as Ivy jumped up and grabbed his face, pulling him to her and kissing him fiercely. He grinned and wrapped his arms round her, gently rubbing his thumbs in circles on the small of her back. She pulled back after several seconds.

"You wouldn't want to kiss someone else would you?" she asked hesitantly.

Matthew grinned and kissed her lips gently. "Of course not!" he gently rubbed his tongue over her teeth and lips, hearing her sigh in response. "Happy birthday Ivy!" he said in her ear when he pulled away. Ivy smiled and hugged him.

"Thanks." she whispered. She was disappointed when he pulled away and let go of her. She was about to complain when he shook his head.

"Don't say anything or I'll have to get rid of your pressies." he grinned. "And you wouldn't want me to get rid of them before you know what they are now would you?" he put his hand over her mouth to stop her speaking and smiled as she shook her head. "Good." he said, then kissed her forehead. "Now wait while I go and get them . . .on second thoughts, go and wait in your room." he kissed her forehead, then pushed her gently through the door.

Ivy sat waiting on her bed for several minutes, unusually excited about her birthday, even though usually she didn't make a big deal about it. She was spinning a dagger between her fingers when Matthew walked in carrying several large packages wrapped in brown paper. He handed each one to her in turn, repeating 'happy birthday' before each one. Ivy looked in awe at the sapphire encrusted chain mail, the dagger from the raven armoury, and the warm, practical riding boots. Ivy threw herself at Matthew and kissed him repeatedly. "Thank you!" she said, blushing slightly at the flustered look on Matthews face. He smiled and kissed her forehead, pulling a black box from the pocket of his breeches and handing it to her. Ivy raised an eyebrow, then opened the box. She gasped in awe at the glowing diamond necklace hung on the silver chain. "It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!" she said. Matthew smiled.

"No, you are. I tried to make it as beautiful as you, but it was just not possible!" He grinned at her and knelt down next to her, taking her hand in his. "I love you!" he said.

Ivy smiled. "I love you too!" Matthew lifted her hand to his lips, then sat down next to her.

"Can I do the honors?" he said, taking the necklace from its box. Ivy nodded and shifted slightly, lifting her curtain of coal-black hair. Matthew carefully put the necklace around Ivy's neck, kissing her collarbone as he sorted out the clasp. "Happy birthday Ivy." he murmured.

Raoul and Buri were already in the mess hall when Ivy and Matthew arrived. Buri instantly noticed the necklace and exclaimed - much too loudly - "That is the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen!" Instantly several pages looked in their direction and Matthew wished that pages had their own mess hall to go to. Ivy smiled at Matthew thensat down to serve herself some porridge with honey and cream. Matthew sighed and sat down next to her.

"I suppose that's a gift from you then is it Matthew?" Raoul said, concentrating hard on his spoon. Matthew grinned.

"No. I woke up this morning and she told me she had a secret admirer sending her expensive necklaces." His voice was plainly sarcastic, but Ivy still kicked him under the table. He mouthed the word 'ouch!' to her before serving himself far too much cream and far too little porridge. Much to Ivy and Buri's amusement, he didn't notice until he ate a large mouthful of cream. He looked down at his bowl and swore quietly. Ivy cast him small grin before wafting a spoonful of porridge under his nose.

"Do you eat cream with porridge in Tirragen? Only here it's porridge with cream!" Buri snorted at her daughters remark, even Raoul cracked a smile. Matthew rolled his eyes.

"Sometimes when there's a lack of oats and the cows are milking a lot, yeah, we do!" he stuck his tongue out at her and shoveled another spoonful into his mouth. Ivy raised an eyebrow, then continued to eat. Soon they were joined by Numair, Daine, Gareth, Alanna and George.

"Here to talk to your fancy man as it happens." George explained in response to Ivy's question as to why he and Alanna were at the palace. Matthew looked up in relief - and shock, having never spoken to George before - from his bowl of cream, shoving it away and silently swearing he would never eat cream again.

"What's up?" he said, ignoring the grin on Ivy's face.

"Spidrens raided our town, any chance you could sort it out some time this week?"

Matthew nodded. "Sure. How many?"

Alanna and George exchanged a glance, then shrugged. "About fifty." they said simultaneously. Everyone at the table stared at them. It wasn't new to them that Alanna and George knew exactly what the other was thinking, but it still came as quite a shock when they spoke in exact unison.

Matthew shrugged. "I think we can manage that." he looked at Ivy, raising an eyebrow in question. She nodded and continued to eat her porridge.

George grinned. "Good." He turned to his niece. "Happy birthday by the way Ivy." Instantly the rest of the people at the table began wishing Ivy happy birthday. Matthew grinned at his blushing Squire.

"Don't you get wished happy birthday in Goldenlake Ivy? Only here it happens all the time!" Matthew narrowly avoided a swipe across the arm. Ivy glared at him, then stuck her tongue out, continuing to eat.

"So how did you manage to get the fire into that necklace Matthew?" Raoul said. The chatter that had been going on at their table stopped instantly. Matthew gulped. Of course, everyone except Raoul would know that he was a Pyro by now. Preparing himself for Raouls anger, Matthew took a deep breath and spoke. "Just, you know . . . caught on fire . . . like you do." he instantly pulled back his bowl of cream - rank stuff this, he thought - and stuffed it into his mouth. He could feel Raoul and everyone else staring at him, but he continued to eat. Only when he had finished the vile bowl of cream did he realize he was going to have to look up at some point. He looked at Numair for help, but Numair shook his head and nodded to Raoul. Matthew gulped. In the end he decided to show Raoul rather than tell him. He dug in his pocket for a tiny gem sized piece of diamond and lay it on the table. Raoul stared, wondering what his daughters boyfriend was doing. Matthew focused on the end of his finger erupting in fire and instantly flame gathered around his fingertip. He placed his finger onto the diamond and the flame was instantly encased in flames. Matthew looked at Raoul.

"Numair?" Raoul said, surprisingly calm. "Please tell me this isn't why you were lecturing me on Pyros the other night?"

Numair coughed slightly, then nodded. "It is."

Raoul groaned. "By the Gods, why am I always involved with people with the Gift, the Sight or . . . that!" Matthew stared at Raoul, then stood up.

"I guess I'd better leave you to it." he leant down and kissed Ivy's cheek. "Happy birthday Ivy." he waved to everyone else. "I'll see you lot around."

As soon as he'd left Ivy stared at Raoul. "What's wrong with him being a Pyro?"

"Ivy, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Matthew . . . except for what he's been up to but that's not the point" he stood up and looked at Ivy, "the point is Pyros are dangerous. He'll lose control and burn everything and everyone nearby to a crisp and I . . . " he was interrupted by several people at once, but Numair had the loudest voice and it was he that managed to speak to Raoul.

"Matthew isn't going to lose control Raoul. He's in control now, so you don't need to be worried about Ivy's safety. And even if he did lose control which he won't, he isn't going to hurt Ivy!"

Raoul frowned. "What makes you so sure?"

Ivy gulped. Numair had obviously neglected to tell Raoul about the soul mate factor. Numair sighed. "He and Ivy .. . well they're soul mates." Raoul stared. Ivy was expecting an outburst, and was extremely surprised when he merely sat down again hard.

"Oh!" he said quietly. Obviously, Ivy was not the only one shocked by Raoul's reaction. Gareth, George, Numair, Buri and Alanna had all risen from their seats in case Raoul decided to chase after Matthew and try to skewer him again. Now they all sat down slowly. "That explains it then I suppose!" Raoul said quietly. "Ivy, go and find Matthew. Just tell him not to try and blow me to pieces please."

Ivy smiled and jumped up, running from the room to find him. The adults were quiet for several seconds, George was the first to speak. "So when's the party tonight?"

Matthew was stood in the stables with Magic when Ivy found him. She quietly hopped over the stable door and wrapped her arms around him from behind. Matthew looked round and down, then smiled. "What are you doing here?" he said in surprise. Ivy smiled up at him.

"Dad told me to come and find you sooo . . . I did!" She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Oh, and he also said to tell you not to blow him to pieces. . . please."

Matthew frowned. "You're sure he said that?" Ivy nodded. "You're not having me on?" she shook her head. Matthew grinned. "Guess I'd better come then."

"Good!" Ivy took his hand. They walked quietly back to the mess hall, dropping their hands whenever someone was within visual distance.

"So what exactly did he say after I left?"

Ivy shrugged, "well he wasn't too happy until Numair told him about us being soul mates, and then he just said 'oh' and sat down, then told me to get you back."

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "He said 'oh'? That doesn't sound like the Raoul I know."

Ivy shook her head. "Doesn't sound like the Raoul any of us know. Everyone except Daine got up in case he ran after you."

Matthew thought for a second. "Why didn't Daine stand up?"

Ivy stared. "She's 7 months pregnant, how could you not have noticed?"

Matthew smiled. "Well, I don't tend to look at other women much." he looked around to check nobody was near then gently squeezed her buttocks. "I've got you after all."

Ivy giggled, then looked at him straight faced. "Don't let Dad see you doing that!" she warned.

Matthew smiled. "Why not? He seems Ok with us being soul mates so . . . " he grinned then stroked her hair from her face. "Ok I won't let him see me doing it."

Ivy nodded. "And don't let him see you stroking my face either!" Matthew rolled his eyes.

"Well this is just no fun!" he said.

Ivy smiled. "Is ickle Mattykins depwessed because Ivykins can't be seen flirting with his ickle handsomeness?"

Matthew looked shocked. "Excuse me Squire, I think that deserves some serious apologizing, don't you?"

Ivy nodded. "Possibly." Matthew pulled her into the nearest dark corner and pushed her against the wall, pressing his mouth to hers and smiling as her hands ran over hisback. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth to find hers, stroking it gently, then teasing her by running his tongue over the roof of her mouth. After several minutes Matthew pulled away and smiled at her.

"They'll be wondering where we are." he stated. Ivy sighed.

"Suppose so. But I think you just want to go and grab another bowl of cream with porridge."

Matthew smiled. "You caught me. Now I'm just going to let you walk back on your own so that I'm reunited with my gorgeous bowl of porridge faster!"

Raoul looked a Matthew carefully when he came in, then stood up. He stopped in front of Matthew. "We're having a party for Ivy later. Will you be there?" Ivy entered just at that moment to stand next to Matthew. Matthew looked at her, then nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be there." he offered a hand. Raoul shook it hesitantly. Matthew smiled. "Don't worry Raoul, I won't burn you up!"

Raoul nodded. "Make sure she wears something nice!" he looked at his daughter then walked out.

"Surprisingly calm." Numair said, walking over to them. Matthew nodded.

"I don't know what he'll be like later." he said. Ivy frowned at him.

"What are you on about?" Matthew looked at Numair, who shrugged.

"Nothing." Matthew said, deciding not to give anything away. "Your Dad just asked us to meet him later for a chat. And he wants you to dress like a woman!" Ivy shot him a dirty look.

"Dress like a woman? Yeah right!" she drawled.

Matthew smiled. "Yeah, I've got to take you out shopping for a dress, I'll have to listen to market traders blabbering on about the latest fashions, the best material, and worst of all, if its a man, the way it makes you look absolutely gorgeous!" he grinned at her. "So off we go." He grinned at Numair and gently pushed Ivy out of the door.

"You're not getting me to wear a dress!" Ivy said.

Matthew frowned. "But the night I met you you were wearing a dress and you looked amazing. If I recall correctly, I asked if you wanted a horse to ride?"

Ivy couldn't help it, she giggled. She recomposed herself. "That was then, this is now."

"Of course it is." Matthew said, whole heartedly agreeing. "And right now I think you'll look absolutely stunning in a dress!"

"Men!" Ivy said rolling her eyes. "If we tried to shove you in a dress, you'd run three miles in the opposite direction!" she grinned. "Maybe you all want breasts to show off to women!"

Matthew laughed off all of Ivy's comments about wanting to wear a dress, sarcastically explaining that he was concerned, "my bum will look too big!" Ivy roared with laughter and Matthew lead her to the market. As soon as they arrived at Lady Keladrys ex-maid Lalasa's shop, a woman began measuring both of them. Matthew froze, frowning at Ivy, who smiled and looked away. He rolled his eyes and waited until the woman had finished. He was then pulled over to the corner where he was given several pairs of loose leather breeches, then pushed behind a changing screen. He thought about not trying them on, but he found he liked the black leather pair and he pulled them on. He walked out and grinned, seeing Ivy having her bust measured and telling the woman it was too tight. The woman was apparently paying no attention. Matthew walked over. "Having trouble?" he asked innocently.

"Yes!" Ivy snapped. "Its too tight!"

The woman shook her head. "Its not too tight, unless you want to look like you're carrying a sack of potatoes in there you should let me make it tight!"

Matthew smiled and gently took the tape measure from the maids hand. "Excuse me!" He pulled it tight so that Ivy gasped slightly. "Too tight?" Ivy nodded and scowled at him. Matthew loosened it slightly, then grinned. "39 inches." he said to the maid. Ivy scowled.

"Its too tight!" she complained.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Who are you trying to show off to? I already know how big you are." he whispered it in her ear, but the shop immediately fell silent and Matthew coughed, walking back over to the changing screen. A maid handed him a black shirt and he took it without saying anything, as well as the leather non-sleeved waistcoat. "It's all black . . ." he sighed. His Great Uncle Alex had worn black a lot. Matthews liking of the colour was another thing that made him like his Great Uncle. He put the shirt and waistcoat on then walked out. The two nearest maids clapped, the rest of them were looking somewhere else. Looking up, Matthew noticed Ivy in a long red silk, the material rose from her ankle to her knee in a diagonal, then swerved round and down again. Matthew also noticed from the look on her face that she wasn't happy. He tugged the nearest maids arm. "Any chance of getting it in blue?" The maid nodded, then hurried off behind a door.

Half an hour later, they left the shop, having bought Matthews black clothes and a blue version of the first dress. "I don't see the point in dresses!"

Matthew grinned. "I hear your Aunt Alanna was like you for a while, then she became obsessed and went wandering round the palace in a black wig and a dress on her 17th birthday."

Ivy rolled her eyes. "Yes, well maybe when I'm 17 I'll be like that, but right now I'm only fifteen and I have another two years!" Matthew sighed.

"I suppose so, I'll just have to force you into wearing dresses as one of your duties. . . " The comment earned him a slap on the arm, but he merely smiled and grasped her hand pulling her into the corner for a kiss. They were interrupted by a loud shriek.

"Matthew!" A brown haired woman attempted to run over in a long plain brown dress. She failed and instead walked rather hurriedly. Ivy heard Matthew swear under his breath and shot him a questioning glance. He opened his mouth to speak when two hands found the side of his face and someone's rather disgusting tasting mouth was pressed to his. He pushed the woman away. "What's wrong Matthew?"

"Erica . . . What are you doing?" he said, spitting and throwing a mouthful of saliva at the nearest wall.

"Kissing you!" Erica said, flabbergasted.

"Why?" Matthew said, wiping his mouth.

Erica made a strange noise, then continued speaking. "I didn't need a reason two weeks ago!"

Ivy, who had stayed quiet until then spoke up. "What's she on about?" She looked at Matthew carefully.

Matthew sighed. "Erica's the woman I brought back the night before we . . . " he waved his hand. Ivy understood and shot a dirty glare at Erica.

"Oh . . ." Erica said, straightening up. "So this is your Squire? I suppose her names Ivy too?"

Ivy and Matthew exchanged a frown. "What? How'd you know that?"

"Well, you did call me Ivy several times that night. You said Ivy when you were sleeping and I saw you running after someone who looked like her when I woke up!" she looked at Matthew and slapped his face. "I never thought the man who took my virginity would be so bloody disgusting!" She walked off with her nose in the air. Matthew put a hand to his stinging face.

"Yeah right was she a virgin," he muttered under his breath. Ivy moved his hands away from his face, replacing them with her own.

"What makes you so sure?" Ivy said quietly, feeling suddenly very inexperienced and vulnerable.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Come on, look at her. A woman who walks around like that didn't lose her virginity two weeks ago! It was gone long before that!" He sighed and took Ivy's hand. "Come on lets go." Ivy bit her lip, trying not to think about Matthew and Erica in the bed that Ivy had lain in only that morning. Matthew looked at her then shook his head. "Stop it!" He said shortly.

"Stop what?" Ivy said, shocked.

"Thinking about me and her! I love you!" he pulled her to his chest and kissed her head. Ivy stood there.

"I love you too. Sorry." she pulled away. "Come on, we need to get back."

Matthew watched as Ivy danced with her cousin Thom. He felt left out, and not just because of that. He hardly knew anyone in the room, he didn't understand what the point in him being there was. Someone sat down next to him. Numair was either extremely drunk or just very happy, and judging from the way he slumped on the table, he was drunk. "I swear to drink, I'm not the Gods!" Numair said drunkenly. Matthew smiled. He'd never imagined Numair being the type of man to get drunk.

"Oh, I'm sure you're not." he said. "In fact I think you're the only sober one here." He stood up. "I'll get Alanna to give you a hangover cure." he muttered. Someone tapped on his arm. Looking round he saw Ivy was standing next to him. He grinned and took her hand. "Found time for me now have you?" Ivy nodded.

"Yeah, I had to squeeze you in somewhere I suppose. . ." she said with a smile.

"Well, I'm glad you did . . ." he leant down and kissed Ivy's ear. "Because now, I'm not letting you go!" Ivy smiled.

"Never?" she asked.

"Never ever!" he grinned and kissed her lips gently. Someone coughed behind him. Matthew looked around.

"Do you mind if I steal my daughter for five minutes, before you never let her go?" Raoul said, a small smile on his face. Matthew faked hesitation, then grinned.

"I suppose you better had, if I can steal Buri for five minutes?"

Raoul grinned. "I suppose you better had . . . "

Matthew smiled and kissed Ivy's cheek, before heading over to Buri. "Any chance I can steal a dance with my girlfriends mother?" He asked, standing behind Buri and Alanna.

Alanna grinned. "Go on Buri, I'm going to find George now anyway."

Buri rolled her eyes. "You better not stand on my feet!" she said looking at Matthew.

"Would I ever stand on your feet? With a husband and a daughter who'd probably bite my head off I think I'd be the biggest fool alive."

After several songs dancing with Buri, Ivy walked over with Raoul. Buri smiled as she and Raoul walked over to a space a few metres away. When they were out of earshot, Matthew looked at Ivy. "Any chance I can dance with the beautiful lady now?"

Ivy smiled. "Suppose you better had!" Both of them grinned. Matthew took her hand and lead her to the middle of the room, resting one hand on her waist. Several minutes later, as Matthew rested his head on Ivy's, they were interrupted by a drunken Numair. Both of them stifled a laugh.

"Can I birthday with the dance girl?" Numair said, almost falling over.

Matthew shook his head. "Sorry Numair, you should have pinched her from Raoul." he wrapped his arms round Ivy's back. "All mine now!"

Numair shrugged. "I'll go Daine with drink." He staggered away.

"I never thought your Uncle Numair would be the kind of person to get drunk." Matthew looked down at her.

"He doesn't usually, but you should have seen him at Aly and Nawats wedding. It was hilarious." Ivy smiled.

"I bet. How olds his daughter now?" Matthew said, leaning down to kiss her nose.

"Seventeen." Ivy said. She looked over at her mother and father, then up at Matthew. "Can we go somewhere?" she asked. Matthew frowned.

"Why?" he asked.

Ivy kissed his cheek. "Because it's too loud in here and I need some fresh air!" Ivy looked at him with pleading eyes. Matthew cast Raoul and Buri a look.

"What about your Mum and Dad?" he said. "Won't they miss you?"

Ivy shook her head. "They'll leave soon anyway. Look at them. I'd give them ten minutes before they go out that door all loved up!"

Matthew smiled at her. "Alright, let's go." Ivy smiled and pulled him out of the door, leading to the palace gardens. There was a circle of rose bushes at the other side of the gardens and Ivy lead him over to them. There was a blanket laid down on the floor and candles sent a soft orange glow onto the bushes. Matthew stared at them as Ivy sat down, thinking he knew what was going on. Ivy motioned for him to sit down next to him. He sighed and joined her, sitting down and taking her in his arms. "Aren't you cold?" Matthew asked. Ivy shook her head.

"No. You're keeping me warm." she snuggled closer and kissed his cheek. "I love you Matthew."

Matthew smiled. "I love you too."

They were silent for several minutes. "Matthew . . . "

"Uhuh?" Matthew murmured.

"I want to .. ." She trailed off.

Matthew looked down at her. "You want to what?"

Ivy took in a deep breath, suddenly very nervous. "I want to. . . you know . . ?"

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "No. I don't know." He did.

Ivy looked up at him, then bit her lip. "I want you."

Matthew gulped. "You've already got me . . . "

Ivy shook her head. "I mean, I want you inside me."

Matthew drew away. "What?"

Ivy looked down. "I want us to make love." she said quietly.

Matthew stared. "You don't mean that!" he said.

Ivy looked away. "I do. Don't you want to?" she looked up to meet his eyes.

Matthew reached out to stroke her face. "Ivy . . . you know I do, but . . . I want you to be sure you're ready. I can wait! If you're not ready, then I don't want you to!"

"I am ready." Ivy said. She knelt up and kissed his lips. Matthew hesitated, then put his hands on her waist, pulling her body to his. His tongue slowly entered her mouth. He gently rolled her onto her back, leaning over her and kissing her warmly.

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly. Ivy nodded. "Here?" Matthew said. Ivy nodded again. Matthew kissed her again as her hands slid his waistcoat off, and unbuttoned his black shirt. Matthew gently eased her dress from her body, feeling her soft flesh on his hands. The cold air chilled Ivy's skin, and she shivered, pressing herself even closer to him. She hesitantly undid the lace of his breeches, never taking her mouth from his. After several minutes, they were naked, embracing. Matthews hands explored Ivy's body, stroking her thighs and breasts. Ivy merely held on to him, feeling vulnerable, yet safe. Matthew tried to ignore the feeling of dominance that rose in his chest, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. His hands continued to stroke her body, until he felt her legs spread apart.

"Matthew? Please?" Ivy's voice was soft, laden with love and desire. Matthew couldn't resist. He positioned himself above her, somehow managing to stop himself thrusting into her as hard as he could.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, stroking her face gently. Ivy bit her lip and nodded.

"I'm sure." she whispered.

Matthew hesitated. "I don't want to hurt you . . ." he said quietly. Ivy shook her head.

"You won't!" she reached up and pulled him down to kiss her. Slowly, carefully, Matthew eased himself into her, groaning with pleasure as he felt her warmth around him. Ivy gasped in pain, her nails digging gently into Matthews back. Matthew didn't care. He kissed her soothingly, calming her down. When she nodded, he continued, thrusting slowly into her body, feeling her resistance lessen with every thrust. She soon came, moaning with pleasure at the pleasing sensation he gave her. Matthew felt no urge to come, and continued. Her hips began to meet with his with every thrust, and his pace quickened. Ivy felt her release seconds before it came and began to call out his name in soft whispers. Matthew felt the first signs of a climax dawning on him. Usually, he would have waited, not caring if he made his partner feel inexperienced. Now he forced himself to release with her, lovingly stroking her body and kissing her neck. After several minutes, Matthew withdrew from her, pulling her to his chest and kissing her warmly.

"I love you." Matthew whispered stroking her damp hair.

"I love you too."

"Happy birthday Ivy," he said quietly.

"Thank you." Ivy whispered and rested her head on his slightly wet chest. After several minutes Ivy jolted up. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Matthew asked.

"I didn't have a pregnancy charm on! Shit! I'm dead! Dads going to . . . " Ivy's mouth was smothered by Matthews as his fingers found her necklace, dangling between her breasts.

"You were safe." Matthew murmured. "Now shh . . . just kiss me." Ivy sighed with relief and smiled at his adolescent attitude.

"Ok," she whispered, and felt his mouth claim hers once more.

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