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A/N: This fandom rules, and you peeps are just sweeter than chocolate. So here's your second helping of Ravy. !Warning! it might not be exactly what you had in mind, if it isn't, remember you asked me for more. And I can't write your imagination, I can only write mine...for better or worse I might add.

A/N 2: Every word I type out has to have its own rhythm, and these song's provided it for this tale:"Temptation Waits", "My Lover's Box" & "1# Crush" by Garbage

"You Smell So Good"

"I got you a bloody mary, hold the celery of course." Rachel says laughing. I take the offered drink from Rachel. Her fingers linger to brush against mine during the exchange, a delicious shiver runs through me as the contact begins and ends.

"Thank you," I take a sip of the delicious spiked tomato concoction. But one unanswered question is burning up space in my brain right now. "So, when exactly did you slip those caps on?"

I hear Rachel snort lightly, "You noticed?" She replies coyly, as she takes a sip of her drink. That smells like a screwdriver.

I chuckle at the rim of my glass before taking another swig. The cellists have switched from classical to metal, a brilliantly reimagined "Cemetery Gates" is now beginning to lull the masses.

Rachel leans in to whisper in my ear. "I put them on while you were slipping your duster back on, just before I got out of the car."

She looks at me smiling, while chewing the bottom of her lip. I quickly glance down at her cleavage yet again, making sure Rachel sees me do it. I gradually drag my eyes back up to her face, to see the most delightful blush coloring her cheeks.

"So are they just for decoration, or are you planning on using them on...someone?" I tease, before downing a fair amount of my drink at once.

I hear Rachel chuckle darkly, "Oh, I'm planning on using them. You have seen my girlfriend right?

I love this game. "I'm afraid I haven't seen her, and I didn't even know you had a girlfriend." I reply lowering the timbre of my voice a little.

"Too bad." Rachel says, before taking a drink of her screwdriver. "She's tall, dark and devastatingly beautiful. And she did the most wicked thing with her tongue during the car ride here." She leans closer to me breathe the last bit against my neck.

Is it wrong that I love the fact Rachel is insatiable? I shake my head and laugh to myself. "Well, Miss Morgan until this girlfriend of yours shows up, care to join me in my suite here in the tower?" I ask turning towards her and giving her a sexy smirk.

Rachel has this cute shocked expression on her face right now.

"Excuse me? She retorts, covering her cleavage with her free hand. "Listen, I don't know what you've heard about me, but I'm not that kind of a girl and I don't cheat."

"Apologies," I state genuinely. "Perhaps to make things right, would you and your girlfriend like to use the suite tonight instead?" I continue sounding sincere.

Rachel looks at me from head to hidden cleavage all over again, but with an almost wistful arrogance about her. But, then her face softens and she gives me a small closed-lipped smile.

"Well since you're offering, lead the way. But I've got my eyes on you, so don't try anything." Rachel says very seriously.

Tonight just keeps getting better. I think to myself as Rachel falls into step right beside me. As we move back through the throngs of costumed people, I see a man dressed as Teen Wolf move to grab Rachel's ass.

I catch his arm."Hands off junior, before I shove your letterman's jacket up your fuzzy ass!" I growl, as I shove him backwards. Then I feel Rachel's hands pulling me by my arm, I turn around to face her.

She clearly has a "what the fuck" expression on her face. "I could have taken care of that myself." Rachel says frowning, "He was hardly the big bad wolf, Ivy."

I roll my eyes at her, "Okay. The next time it happens I'll just stand idly by and let whomever cop a feel, shall I?" I retort sarcastically, as I shake my arm loose from her grasp.

Our little scene drew some attention, but most of the partygoers' have turned back to their previous distractions.

Rachel sighs, "I didn't mean it to sound like it was all fine and dandy for that creep to put his hands on me."

This is by no means our first lovers spat, but it has spoiled the mood a lot. I close my eyes and exhale through my nose. "I'm sorry too."

Rachel smiles and takes one of my hands. "Let's get out of here. I believe you mentioned something about a suite?" She says, trying to lighten the mood.

Holding hands, we make our way back to the elevator. I watch the doors close, our hazy distorted reflections staring back at me. The elevator doesn't move of course, and I haven't moved to push the button to the proper floor.

I wonder if I can get back the playfulness we shared earlier? "Where did you go just now?" Rachel's softened voice and gentle squeeze of my hand pulls me back.

"Sorry. Just lost in my thoughts." I reply distantly.

Rachel moves to stand in front of me, "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. I...I'm still getting used to the idea of a we instead of just me all the time." Her hand moves up to cover my cheek, "And that's not me making an excuse, I will occasionally say the wrong things still. Please, don't let this little hiccup spoil what started out as the most fun I've ever had in a long time." She finishes, her voice going softer as her thumb caresses my cheekbone.

I grasp Rachel's hand that had been on my cheek to hold it in my hand, "A part of me still sees us as we used to be, just friends and nothing more." I pause to look into her lovely green eyes, "The way you talked to me made me feel like someone hit the rewind button, suddenly I felt like we were back to square one again." I say, while giving Rachel a brief smile.

She looks hurt and confused, "I said I was sorry, Ivy. I don't know what more you want from me."

"Rachel, calm down." I reach for her other hand to hold. "I'm just being honest with you and that's a big part of a serious relationship. I am not dumping you or pushing you away or anything to that effect, I'm simply talking to you." I say quickly.

Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears, "I told you I suck at relationships." Rachel says laughing lightly, breaking eye contact with me. I release both of her hands, she immediately wipes under both of her eyes.

"Yes...you do suck." I retort, trying to sound somewhat serious. But I watch a smile break out across Rachel's face, before she leans up to kiss me; my eyes close of their own volition.

This kiss is sweet and brief. I open my eyes, Rachel just stares into them. She moves closer pressing her body fully against mine. Her arms move around my waist.

"I love your eyes...the color is like warm cinnamon, and depending on your mood the color subtlety shifts." Rachel reaches one hand up to move my hair behind one ear. "I've even grown to love your black eyes, so expressive; once upon a time they used to frighten me." Rachel's voice is filled with longing. "But right now, I love watching the blackness swallow up that sweetness...for me." She continues her voice a languid embrace.

With an intensity very much like my own Rachel pushes me back, until we collide with the gleaming elevator wall. Her hands grasp the lapels of my duster to push it off my shoulders; it hits the floor in a muted thump. Stopping to admire my cleavage, she smirks before she lunges at my collarbone, marking me with hot open mouth kisses across the tops of my breasts. I feel the caps grazing along my skin with each move. I moan out loud, the sound carries in the small space and reverberates up the elevator shaft. Her hands cover my breasts, almost pulling my corset down, while her own enhanced ones are pressing into my stomach; her nipples are hard.

My breath catches in my throat, "Rachel...we should stop."

She only moans against my breasts, as she moves to kiss my neck. But I'm too far gone and I can smell she is as well.

Rachel's assault on my neck halts briefly. I feel her move one of her hands off of my breasts. It finds its way just under my corset, to the top of my leather pants. I'm so wet it's becoming uncomfortable. The elevator is filled with the sounds of Rachel and I, then the sound of my zipper being tugged down mingles with the rest. I feel Rachel's hand slip down into my lacey underwear. We both gasp as she finally makes contact with me.

Rachel looks into my eyes, "You need me so badly...right now."

I only whimper, and then I feel Rachel push inside me as I widen my stance. Our height difference isn't that significant with the heels Rachel is wearing, and she swallows my loud moan with a deep kiss. Her rhythm inside me is perfect, steady and deep, I won't last much longer. She breaks our kiss; once again her mouth is on the tops of my breasts. My hands tangle in her now black tresses momentarily. In an act of frustration with her free hand, she pulls my corset down enough that one of my breasts spring free. She covers the hardened nipple with her hot mouth, the caps graze over it lightly, I cry out at the sensation. "Jesus, Rachel!" I'm even wetter now, and I can hear the smacking sound in my pants.

Her mouth leaves my nipple, as she drags her tongue up between my breasts, back to my neck. "I love you Ivy." Rachel breathes against my neck. Then I feel the sharp sting of her caps penetrate my skin, "Fuck!" I finish, trembling in Rachel's arms. My head falls back to the elevator wall with a thud, as she's still inside of me gently stroking. I listen to her labored breathing as she gradually eases her fingers out of me. A small sound escapes my lips at the loss. Minutes pass before I can even open my eyes, Rachel remains pressed to me, her head resting on my heart, her arms around my waist.

"Well, that was unexpected." I say, my voice is coarse like sandpaper.

I feel Rachel giggle, "I figured you wouldn't put up too much of a fight to a little seduction, from your favorite witch." She winks at me as she adjusts my breasts back into my corset. "Besides I know you loved it, Miss Sexy Brooding Vampire Goddess and that's what you get for telling me that I suck."

I chuckle, as my arms finally have the strength to move again to hold Rachel.

"So are you ever going to get this elevator to drop us somewhere?" Rachel teases, as she leans back to look into my eyes.

I smile, "Since you have a free hand now, why don't you do it?"

Rachel full on laughs, "What floor Miss Tamwood?"

-END-

I hope this ending will suffice, if not, well then you need to get your imagination on life support! LOL Moving on...Thanks to everyone who read this and all of my Ravy stories.