The feel of soft hands gliding across my skin woke me from my nightmares. Ever since the nightmare of having my soul shredded occurred, I would wake up feeling trapped as my skin melted off inch by inch. But where as usual I'd just get up and drink a cup of coffee, today was different. In the space of my once empty bedroom, now stood a figure. I couldn't tell who it was; the darkness of 4AM concealed their identity from my meager eyesight.
"Ivy…?" I called, but there was no answer.
The figure moved closer and closer to my bed until I could make out the shape of the body. Female. My mind quickly went through the list of all the people it could be. My mother, but she's out of town, and definitely not tall enough. This female had some height to her, around 5" 10. Ivy, but I already tried that, obviously I was wrong. Skimmer, there's a possibility, but if it were her I'd probably be dead by now; and isn't she in jail?
On and on it went. Me thinking of all my enemies and past connections trying to figure who this mystery woman was, when finally it hit me.
"Aria" I called, this time more sure than before.
The figure finally stepped in to the small strip of light that peeked through my curtains from the street lamp outside.
The whiteness of her teeth was in stark contrast to the dark that surrounded her. But instead of look odd or weird, it made her look playful and dangerous. Her smirk widened when she fully stepped into the light and revealed herself to me.
I think my heart skipped a beat. No…I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds. There, in front of me, was Aria dressed in skin tight jeans and an ivory camisole.
I admit I was at a loss for words. I tried to think of something witty or intelligent to say but nothing came to mind. There were so many questions floating around my head that I knew were important to ask, but I couldn't seem to form the words.
While I was stuck in my own mental conversation she had moved closer to the bed. As I watched her finger tips glide up the slightly rough fabric of my comforter I had a moment of embarrassment.
Truthfully, my room was a mess. Socks thrown haphazardly on the floor (and none were a matching pair). Dirty clothes surrounded a laundry basket in the far right corner of my room. Spell books, some open and some closed, their dusty covers portraying the lack of use littered random pockets of space on my carpet.
I knew my face had turned a bright red, and before I could somehow excuse the mess to my unintended visitor I was distracted by the weight coming from my left.
Once again, while I was distracted Aria had taken this as permission to move. She was now seated next to me on my bed.
"…Hey", I said. I was so lame.
Again, no words in reply, just a smirk on her lips and that devilish look filled her grey eyes.
I watched as her fingers slowly traced a trail over the covers from my knee to my inner thigh and back again.
Slowly she repeated the motion, each time adding more pressure, until she was massaging my thigh. Each time she came to the spot just above my knee my muscles tightened until she retreated; and each time she reach the top of my inner thigh, right below where I was burning for her, my breath hitched.
She never looked away from my eyes either. The contact made it all the more intense, and intimate. I was getting lost in her gaze and her touch. I was so far gone that when she leaned forward and captured my lips with her own, I barely reacted.
It took me a few seconds to respond, my mind was still focused on the hand that was carving its' path up and down my thigh.
The feeling of teeth capturing my bottom lip is what prompted me into action. I ran my once idle hands up her back until they cupped the back of her neck, pushing her head harder against me.
There was this heat, coursing through my veins and setting me on fire. I wanted it so badly, I wanted to burn and never let it go. As Aria's fingers crept even closer to the source of my heat, so close that her fingertips brushed against my outer lips, my hips bucked and I moaned.
I pulled back from her lips panting hard. A part of me wanted to tell her it was too soon. That I wasn't that type of girl. But who was I kidding. From the moment we met at that club I knew there was undeniable chemistry between us that couldn't be ignored. There was also another part of me, the part that was still burning for her, that begged me to just let go and let Aria have me.
The thought of what Aria could do to me, how she would play my body and make me sing louder than I ever imagined caused my breathing to become shallow. As I sat there, almost panting, with Aria looking at me with an almost predatory look in her eyes I knew my inner sanity had already lost the battle.
What happened next, I'm not completely sure of. All I remember is the feel of Aria's skin as she laid her bare torso along my bra covered body. I don't know when we removed our shirts, or if Aria was even wearing a bra. But as her smooth skin glided up my body between my legs, I didn't care.
She kissed me again, this time slow and gentle where before it had been fast and hard. Her hands moved above my head and she leaned on them as she looked down at me.
I could feel her heart beating against mine as we stared at one another. I thought, yes, this is what I had been waiting for. This connection, the intimacy, this is what I needed.
Aria and I were so immersed in one another that even with Aria's superior senses, we didn't hear the front door open and close.
Aria leaned down and kissed me again just as my door was roughly pulled open.
"Ivy!"
My eyes darted open as I sat upright in bed. My heart was beating so fast it took me a few minutes to calm it down.
"Shit".
That last dream was only one in many that I'd had over the last week. All of them began almost the same: Aria finding me in some weird place that she shouldn't even know about, like the church or my mom's house. Then, they'd all end the same, with Ivy finding us in compromising positions.
Where all the other times I would wake up alone in the church with no one to hear my yells, today Ivy was home.
I knew she had heard me. How couldn't she have? I bet half the block heard me. I half expected her to ignore it, pretend it never happened like she used to before. But, I wasn't so lucky. Ever since I admitted to Ivy how I felt about her she always had to talk things out. She always wanted to analyze my feelings, meanwhile I'm still alone and she goes back to Glen.
I heard a knock on my door and mentally sighed, here goes nothing.
Ivy walked in wearing a dark grey v-neck sweater that reached past her waist and black leggings. I couldn't decipher the look on her face, but if I had to guess I'd say it was a cross between sympathy and amusement.
See, sometimes I just didn't get Ivy. One minute she'd be so calm and aloof, then the next she'd blow me away with the depth of her emotions. At times I swear this is all some sort of retribution, or payback. She likes seeing me pine for her and mourn the loss of the relationship we could have had. Other times she looks as if she wants to give in. Take back all those months of constant rejection she put me through and tell me it was all some sort of test.
But she doesn't. She's still with Glen, and I still don't have Ivy. I guess it's only fair.
We sat there staring at one another for a little while. I felt at a disadvantage though, sitting in my bed in only a tank top and shorts while she stood, dressed for the day near my door.
"Dear heart…" she began. There it was again. Every time we had these sorts of conversations she always started off by saying "dear heart". It's as if I were a child she was chastising, and she wanted to lessen the blow by showing me she still loved me.
"I know you're going through a tough time, and I'm flattered, but I think you need to talk to someone. When I was having trouble with my feelings for you, I know talking to Skimmer really helped me." She continued
Talking with Skimmer, yeah right. More like having sex with Skimmer and sharing blood with Skimmer. Ivy never talked things out, until she started dating him. Glen.
"Look, Ivy, I'm fine. I'm doing much better now; I'm exercising again and going out. I even….wait, what do you mean you're flattered?" I questioned her, sounding suspicious.
Ivy looked a little taken aback when I mentioned I was going out again. "Well, it's only natural for one to sex dreams Rachel. Like I said I'm…"
I didn't listen to the rest of what she said. I was still stuck on her assumption that I'd had a sex dream, or that it was even about her!
Well…I guess that makes a little bit of sense. From the smells coming from my room I knew she could tell my dreams weren't exactly rated PG. I also did call her name…still. That doesn't give her the right to make such accusations. The audacity of that woman!
"Umm…Ivy, I know where you might have gotten that idea, but my dream wasn't about you".
After I said this, her smile became more predatory.
"Really? So you just randomly called out my name", she drawled. "Or, ohh… I get it, kinky Rachel. Tell me, were he and I both servicing you? I bet we were. Did you scream for him too, or only me?" She finished with a self-satisfied smirk.
I couldn't believe this. Not only does she think I had a sex dream about her, but apparently I'm in to threesomes too!
"Really, Ivy? Look I'm telling you the truth, I wasn't dreaming about you or a threesome. Okay? So let's just drop it," I said with exasperation.
Ivy wore a coy smile on her face and replied, "Okay", before she walked away.
The rest of my morning routine went by awkwardly. I got up, drank some coffee that was left for me, and took a shower. Wednesdays were usually a slow day for our runner firm, but it was especially slow since I hadn't been getting many jobs. Seriously, I hadn't been getting any jobs at all.
Ivy sat at her computer clicking away at whatever it is she does, while the silence slowly gnawed away my sanity.
Click, click, click, click.
"Ivy!" I said a little louder than usual.
In an attempt to get passed the awkwardness of the situation we were in, I started asking her mundane questions about how work was going, how Erika was doing, just simple small talk. But one thing I didn't ask about was Glen. I never asked about him; I wonder if she noticed?
The rest of our time together went by in a similar fashion. Although we traded places (sometimes I would ask the questions, other times she would), I still couldn't seem to break the aura of awkwardness that lingered. When we finally decided to just part ways I felt sort of at a loss; I had nothing else to do today.
Thoughts of my lack of new clients soon drifted into memories of my failed courtship of Ivy. All these thoughts kept pounding through my head until I was left in the same mindset I had before I went to the club. The club where I met Aria. Aria…
A jolt of adrenaline shocked my system into over-drive. God, just thinking about that woman gets me going, and I'd only seen her once. I knew that if I ever saw her again she would become my addiction.
A/N: Okay, I'm really sorry for the long wait. My major is a lot more work than I expected, but I still love it. Thank you everyone for reading the story, and I hope you enjoy it. I was thinking about changing the story's rating to M, but I really don't know how to write sex scenes( and what's a good story without some good sex scenes?) Haha I'm just kidding, maybe...