WARNING: A little lemon action goin' on this scene, thought I should warn y'all.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High.
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Winter break passed slowly, and Ivy spent most of her time on the rooftop of her building working on her free-form. She had slowly begun using her left hand again after Nurse Spex had given her the OK on the last day before break. There had been no sign of Dylan, and while she had seen Dara at school almost everyday in the hallways and such, she never gave the girl any indication of a "hello", let alone a glance of any kind. Ivy knew Dylan was still there, watching and waiting until the right time to strike, but she wasn't going to go looking for him. So she settled on preparing herself for the fight when it came.
She had seen Warren once, on Christmas day when he stopped by Principal Powers' home to see her. Evelyn had explained to Ivy that she had invited Warren over since his mother was in Europe until February, and she knew that they had spent a lot of time together during the last month before break. He had come with a bouquet of flowers for Evelyn, a box of Belgian chocolates for her husband, and a small red velvet box for Ivy. Evelyn and her husband left them alone for a few minutes so he could give her the box without feeling pressured or uncomfortable. They had sat in silence, staring at each other until Warren broke the silence by handing her the small box.
She was completely unsure of how to respond to his gift, partially because she hadn't spoken in quite a while, but mostly because it was perfect for her. She held up a thin silver chain with a small, round silver plate graced with a feline paw printed on it in tiny Ruby flakes. She felt her entire face drop and drain of color at the necklace. When she was finally able to tear her eyes from the piece, she looked back at Warren, who was looking slightly embarrassed by her reaction. He took the necklace from her gloved hands, and clasped it around her neck. It wasn't a long chain, so the paw hung in the center of her collar bone. He finished putting the necklace on her, and she raised her hand to touch the small paw, and she smiled at him in thanks and delight. He smiled in return, and stood to leave. Ivy heard him say goodbye to Evelyn and her husband, and she turned to see the door shut, and her aunt and her husband returned to the living room seeing the Ruby and silver paw around Ivy's neck that she still played with. Neither had said a thing, but exchanged glances, and invited Ivy to join them for dinner.
Another week had passed, and Ivy had not seen or gotten in contact with Warren, or anyone else.
The night before school began again, Ivy returned to Holy Names Cathedral, and climbed her way to the top of the bell tower. Not just the balcony, but she climbed up the side pillars and onto the very point of the roof. She was careful with her wrist and she stood in the light fog and mist wearing her mothers long, gray trench coat, Warren's paw, and a flowing white knee-length dress dancing in the high wind. She stood, and watched the city.
Lord though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I'm not scared cause You're holding my breath, I only fear that I don't have enough time left, to tell the world that there's no time left...
She whispered for the first time in two months, and she didn't notice that she sang until after her voice rang out clear, cold, hollow and metallic, filling the silence of the winter with her anger, sadness, and desire.
Lord I don't know what I'm struggling for, there's go to be more, than
this life I know, but still I'm here fighting to never give up, I find strength in Your love, and You will see me through...
She felt her posture begin to collapse under the emotions she had surging through her, draining the light from the houses and shops beneath her, and she looked down the eighty-three feet to the ground. She knew the drop was much too far, but she ignored her better judgment and jumped down, hoping that she wouldn't break anything else. She hit the ground crouching with her left foot and right hand flat against the earth, and felt the earth shake and crack beneath her. She smiled at her jump, and pushed through the invisible weights above her to her full height of five foot eleven with her combat-esque boots.
She exited through the church's gate to the street and slowly released the light back into its sources. She walked past Lash's home, seeing him and his father in the living room through the small window by the door. She walked through the town and found her way to Warrens'. She stood at the bottom of the stairs leading to his front door, and she stared at the white door. She barely thought about it a moment before she was walking up the steps, knocking on his door. She knew it was late, but she also knew he was awake, so she didn't spare any emotion feeling guilty for the hour. After less than a minute, Warren opened the door wearing nothing but black jeans.
"Ivy--" She walked through the threshold, and closed the door. She turned back around to look at him, and she saw the shocked look on his face. "What are you doing here?" He shook his head in confusion.
Ivy walked the few feet to the staircase, and took off her trench coat, putting it on the banister.
"Is something wrong?" Ivy shifted her focus back to Warren and saw the concern on his face. He was still standing at the door, and she returned to him. "You do know its quarter past three, right? And that we have school in a few hours?"
Ivy took a step closer to him, and she could see on his face that he couldn't read her expression. She gently traced her left hand up his well-built arm until it rested on in the side of his neck.
"You're using your hand." He gulped, and she knew he was trying to stay collected, even through his confusion.
She placed her right hand just beneath his belly-button running it up the front of his stomach to rest it on his heart. She drew her left hand down to meet her right, and she gently pushed him back the half foot until his back collided against his front door. He opened his mouth to speak again, but she stepped in so her body lay completely flat against his. She lifted her chin so her lips just barely brushed against his, and she slipped her arms up the rest of his chest until they wrapped around his neck. She felt the tingle and slight burn of her uncontained skin against his, and she felt his body heat rise to a temperature that was warm even for him. She held her lips hovering just above his for a moment longer.
Ivy watched his eyes search her face for some explanation of why she was acting this way, but when he found none he turned his dark gaze to her light one. She gently kissed the corner of his mouth, barely pressing her lips to his skin, and she slowly made a line of barely-there kisses down his jawbone to his neck. She raised her head a little more until her mouth brushed his earlobe, and she smiled at the shudder that she felt run down his spine. She just barely licked his lobe, and his temperature rose a few degrees more, and he gulped again as his hands found her hips. She licked up the side of his ear, and his grip on her hips tightened, and his body tensed.
She kept her face close to his skin as her mouth re-found his and lingered there again. Warren stood patiently as he watched her eyes begin to look over his face. She rested her gaze on his hair, and brushed a stray strand back behind his ear, and wrapped her hand in the rest. He, in return, wrapped one arm around her lower back, lifting her off the floor, while the other hand held her smooth thigh as he turned them around so his body was pressing hers hard against the door. She let a devilish grin creep up on her lips as he took his time taking the control from her and kissing her neck softly. Warren pressed his body against Ivy's even more, and moved his face back in front of hers. He wrapped his right arm around her even tighter, and slid his left hand farther up the outside of her thigh before lifting her off the door, and simply standing there holding her, with as much effort as it took to hold a child.
Slowly Warren began to walk towards the staircase, neither of them paying attention to anything but each other. He carried her up the stairs and down the hallway until they got to his room. His stereo was still playing, Massive Attack echoed and pounded through the speakers in every corner of his room. Ivy never let her eyes leave Warrens', so she never noticed that his room was no longer covered in posters, but it was painted a dark crimson. He reached his foot back and pushed the door closed behind them. He carefully made his way across his room to his bed, and bent to lay her down. He hovered above her for a moment, before he gently moved his right arm out from under her, and up the side of her body to find the dress' zipper.
They stayed staring at each other, while he unzipped her white dress, and slid the straps off her shoulders.
Ivy softly brushed her fingers down his spine, and he momentarily shut his eyes trying not to shiver under the light touch. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a pleased look, and he moved his body so he was directly above her, instead of being to the side. He reached down her legs and untied her boots, tossing them onto the floor. He pulled himself back up so their faces met again, and she entangled her fingers in his front belt loops and pulled his body closer to hers.
She smiled as he let his weight rest on her body, and she put her lips just beyond his, until she saw the impatience and desire grow on his face. She ran her fingers just above the line of his boxers, and his body grew warmer still.
He pressed his lips the slightest bit closer to hers, before she felt her own impatience grow and crack. She lay a small, soft kiss on his bottom lip, and he cupped her cheek in the palm of his right hand, and wrapped the tips of his fingers in her hair. Their eyelids grew heavy, and they both broke their stare as Ivy kissed him for the first time.
She felt a flare of heat and energy run through her body chasing all her problems into oblivion. Her soft kiss was held for a moment, before Warren ran his hand through her hair to the back of her head and pulled her deeper into it. Ivy wrapped her arms around his back, pulling down on his shoulder blades to hold him closer. She slowly ran her left foot gently up his leg, and Warren's right hand found her smooth thigh again, tightening his fingers around the soft skin. She pulled herself away from his kiss for a moment to look at him.
Again she searched his face, but before she could find his eyes again she felt a soft bite just above her collar bone, causing her to involuntarily pierce his skin with her nails. Warren jerked away from her immediately, thinking he'd hurt her, but when he looked at her face, he saw the ocean staring back at him. Every shade of blue and green trickling through her eyes, mixing together creating a color he'd never seen before.
Lost in the colors, Warren almost forgot where he was, and what he was doing. Almost until Ivy gently ran her nails down the center of his back, causing him to shiver and regain his awareness. Tearing himself from her stare, he closed his eyes and kissed her again. He carved a trail of kisses down her neck to her breastbone, and Ivy felt fire surround and encase her. Her ocean eyes flew open and she saw her white flames all around them, but not touching anything else. Warren brought his mouth back to hers, and she lost sight of her fire, and only saw him.