Magnetism

10 - forehead kisses

Later on that night, we wound up on the couch, me between Ivy's legs and my back laying on her chest. It was just us, Ivy's presence a luxury to me that was enjoyingThe hum of the tv kept me awake while the sound of Ivy's breath kept me feeling safe. A series of moments turning into seconds that lead to minutes of perfection. Her hands made their way to my hair and undid the messy bun. Then it moved though it, untangling the stress of the day as I relaxed even further against her. Around the edges of my consciousness I was vaguely aware of Ivy slowly turning the volume of the tv. My alertness extended to being able to see the lighting in the room slowly dim.

"Hmmm how did that happen?" I asked sitting up.

Slowly, Ivy put her arms around my waist and pulled me back into her. I felt her chest vibrate, a laugh, and her hand went back up to my hair, playing with it gently.

"It's on remote see?" She showed me a small black plastic thing "close your eyes"

Once again I nodded and shifted into her. I kept my eyes open though, focused on her coffee table and the newly quiet tv. Everything was so tranquil, I wanted to remember it, the feeling, the look. I wanted my mind to remember what I was living so I could I appreciate it more. Within my vision I saw Ivy's face out of the corner of my eye, peering at me. Her short hair covering one eye as always and her god damn smile tugging at her lips.

I felt her shift under me and immediately I began to move.

"Dont it's okay" she hummed into my ear.

For a second I didn't understand what she was saying and then one of her arms was under my legs and the other was on my back. Before I registered what Ivy was doing, the sofa was no longer beneath me and instead I was just laying in Ivy's arms as she stood up. She carried me, bridal style, to her bedroom without even a sigh. It was an odd feeling, to know Ivy was holding my whole body, nothing else just her. Naturally, my body extended a trust toe her, that left me still and calm as if it were normal for me.

I wasn't quite sure how chance had lead me there, somehow the paths I had gone down, or been pushed down, had landed me there, in Ivy's arms. The most amazing women had ended up in my life and consequently it had turned upside down. Perhaps it shocked me how I had only known her a few months and still she seemingly cared for me as if she'd known me for years. And I her. In her arms I could hear the strong reliable pumping sound from her chest; in many ways Ivy reminded me of a heart and not just because she was sweet or nice or kind. She was incredibly strong, physically yes but mentally as well, she was holding my entire body weight but had also been able to cope with my emotional pressure.

We got into the bedroom relatively quickly and she placed me down on the bed. I remember how cold it felt compared to the warmth of Ivy. The fresh linen was pulled tight across the bed again giving is a crisp feeling as I moved quickly under the covers. Nothing was out of place in the room, my towels were folded on the handing chair in the corner, all the white surfaces didn't have even a trace of dust and the loose blankets on the edge of the bed hung with a strange neatness. Yet it was still comforting and cosy? It didn't feel like my home, my room - which in its own way was just as perfect- but this room was a dream.

From across the room I heard the sound of the bathroom light come on and the click of it closing, not locking just closing. As I opened my eyes for just a second in the dimmed room I saw the folded shirt and pyjama bottoms had disappeared from the white dressing table. A glowing yellow border and no water sounds of any kind coming from the bathroom told me she was respectfully getting changed in there instead. Ivy was a clear contrast from the ugly and selfish way I had been treated earlier on that day, the thought of how in world where Ivy existed so did Toby.

Toby and his vile hands, his inconsiderate perverted thoughts. Toby and his brother Ben, both making my life hell. Still they had everything: money, friends and support. They had more support and a reputation I could never compete with. Toby was a year older, I remember Ben telling me, and of course Ben was in my year with them both being in the same group. Athletes and good ones which explained Tobys clearly prominent muscles that I noticed earlier. But that wasn't going to be good for me

The bed dipped and heard the friction of Ivy laying down on the right side, the side closest to the door not the wall of window. It snapped me from thoughts of them and in my half asleep exhausted state I wanted contact, affection. My head flooded with reasons that I couldn't just ask nor could I make the move, I didn't fully know why. The excuses I made were that of looking clingy or needy, that was some of it yes. However initiating something was bigger then that, much bigger.

"Broooooke"

The sound of my name once again pulled me from my spiralling mind. And so I turned and faced the women next to me,

"hmmm?"

"Are you gonna come here or not?"

Her open arms and warm smile enticed me, not that I needed it. From the back of my mind there was twinge off uncertainty but an overwhelming sense of relief kept me from examining it. Unlike earlier we weren't facing the same way, I was curled into her with my head below her boob but on her chest. Gently, oh so gently, I felt the duvet being pulled up consuming my body with a thick squishy material up to my chin. On their own accord, my eyes closed containing my drowsiness within them.

I shifted comfortably in the warmth that was Ivy's bed. A firm hand was tenderly running through the front of my hair and keeping it out of my eyes. Momentarily it stopped and I glanced up to see the source of the hand looking down at me with muddy eyes. Leaning forward she pressed a kiss onto my forehead.

"Morning" Ivy whispered going back to combing through my hair with her fingers

"Mmmmm hi" I muttered

My tired eyes adjusted to the light in the room and I let them blink before looking back up at Ivy. Her sharp hairline and masculine haircut was a privilege to see at this time in the morning and I was aware of this as I let my eyes study her. The movement of my chin on her large shirt told me how soft the grey material was that she was wearing. Soft, gorgeous, warm and safe. A content smile made its way onto my face and my right arm moved from my side over Ivy. She did not say anything and when I looked again I noticed that in her other hand was a book; but I did see the smirk that teased her face.

I lay there watching her read for a little while, the sound of her page turning was the only noise in comfortable silence surrounding us both.

"Sleep well?" Ivy asked folding the corner of the page and closing her book

Instinctively my head nodded as reply but the hand rubbing through my hair stilled. I tilted my head up and gave her a confused look, scrunching my eyebrows and turning onto my stomach.

"A conversation usually works better when the other person replies" she said letting a small chuckle out after.

As she said this I rolled my eyes and let out a small "ohhh. Sorry" I laughed "I slept really well. You?"

"Yes" Ivy whispered placing a kiss on my forehead.

I didn't flinch away from the touch, i enjoyed the small act of affection she gave me. As I stayed there looking up into her and her staring back as me I found myself loving the attention she was supplying me.

"Come on, let's go get breakfast" Ivy whispered pushing one last kiss onto me and then slipping out the bed