Disclaimer: I still don't own Ivy, Rachel or the rest of the hollows – sad times.
A/N I'm sorry for how long this has taken me to update and that this is so short, I suck i know. The final (touch wood) part is almost finished so hopefully should have it up by the end of the weekend. To everyone who has commented thank you so much and I am very sorry if I haven't got back to you (again I suck). Anyway please as ever let me know what you think. Many Thanks.
I had been tired, ready to collapse in bed, now I could feel my heart doing its best to imitate a hummingbirds wings. My whole body suddenly felt as if it had electricity running through my veins instead of blood. I had to get a grip just because she had said she hadn't been trying to pull away, it didn't mean anything. This was Rachel after all my dear heart was just pulling my chain. She wasn't going to say the words I desperately needed to hear fall from her lips
She was just trying to stop me vamping out by wearing the perfume. But if she wasn't about to admit her feelings finally then why had she said she wasn't trying to pull away? Taking a deep breath this time, to try and steady myself I focused on the witch in front of me now longingly looking at the exit of the kitchen.
"Ok when you say you weren't trying to pull away what did you mean?" I had tried to keep my voice light and mildly curious but there had always been something about Rachel that made it impossible for me to keep my feelings hidden. I had no defences when it came to her. My voice had sounded as raw and desperate as the rest of me and for a split second I thought she was going to run for it.
Instead she took a shaky breath, straightened in her seat and flinched slightly as she met my gaze. "I meant that when you kissed me I had my arms crossed, they were trapped between us. I wanted to get them free I – I". Shit she was losing her nerve god damn it Rachel just admit it. Trying to hold myself back from reaching across and shaking the witch till she got some sense I picked up the coffee wishing it was orange juice preferably with a shot of vodka in it.
"I, well I was enjoying it but I'm not gay Ivy I'm sorry I just got carried away". Even to my dear heart that must have sounded weak. "You liked it enough to get carried away? Rachel you said you wanted your arms free why was that hmm? Was it to push me away, to defend yourself against the monster or was it to pull me close? Hmm Rachel?" no way was I letting her back away from this now she had been going to admit she was in love with me. I couldn't take this anymore Bekki was right this was killing us both I had given her two years to come to terms with everything it was time for her to admit it.
Rachel blushed the vampire equivalent of flashing your panties, the mug creaked under the pressure of my grip and I eased up before I ended up covered in another drink. "You're a good kisser". I barely managed to restrain myself from pulling her across the table and showing her I was a hell of a lot better then good. "But I can't be gay Ivy, I can't".
A spark ran through me at the slightly questioning tone. Rachel hadn't said she was straight or that she wasn't but that she couldn't be and it sounded an awful lot like denial.
"Denial is not just a river in Egypt Rachel". Her face cleared of its pensive look and her lips quirked before turning in to a full blown grin. "You do know how lame that saying is don't you? I never thought I would ever hear such a line from the super cool Ivy Tamwood's lips". Rachel's shoulders had lost some of their tension as she leaned back in the chair, coffee mug in hand. Clearly she thought I was going to let this go, that I wasn't going to push her.
"And I never thought I would see the great Rachel Morgan run from anything. Why is it dear heart that you can show such courage in every aspect of your life except your love life? When everyone else would roll over and accept something as unchangeable, even me, you risk yourself, make deals with the devil and do the impossible. You've saved three people from lives as familiars yet you can't admit you want to kiss another woman. You won't admit that you want me to pull you out of that chair, push you up against the wall and kiss you while my fingers slide up your bare skin to your breasts and my pheromones burn through you getting you wet and ready for me".
Rachel looked as if she had just been hit by a brick. Her mouth was slightly open and her hand was pressed firmly against her scarred neck. Despite the fact I was fighting myself from releasing any pheromones. The silence stretched between us seeming to widen the distance between us. Shit maybe I had pushed a bit too hard. I wasn't sure I could ever remember Rachel being rendered speechless.
Being careful to move at human speed I went around the table to crouch next to my dear heart. My concession to her issues with me using vampire speed were lost on her it seemed. Reaching out I cupped her check, one moment her body was a frozen statute the next I was covered in coffee. Rachel toppled slightly threatening to slide off the other side of her chair, wrapping my arm around her waist I steadied her. Glancing down at myself I sighed. What was it with me and ending up covered in beverages?
