Magnetism

15 - morning

I ended up staying the night at Ivy's, talking loosely about what I thought I was or could be. The need to label myself was both worrying but felt right. Unlike Ivy I knew I couldn't be a lesbian and in a way I think that made it harder for me to pin point exactly what I was. However, as the night became later, both our eyes became tired and soon we were both in a semi sleeping state. Ivy left arm was resting around my stomach while her right was lying under my pillow. And we were still.

As it hit 7am, I began to stir from the bed I had now grown used to sleeping in. My body turned over and against my will my eyes opened. At first a blur of morning vision met my eyes, but as if began to clear I noticed Ivy was sat up next to me reading.

"Morning" she said glancing down at me.

I groaned and pushed my face into the pillow. A deep chuckle vibrated the bed and a kind reassuring kiss was placed on the back of my head.

"Fuck offffff" I murmured

"Oh not friendly"

"Mmmmmm"

For a few more blissful moments a lay there my mind becoming a blurred mess of sleep. Then there was arms around my waist and I was grunting and... I was in Ivy's arms. My head on her chest, Ivy's warm arms around me holding me in the November morning.

"Mm hi" I muttered

"Hii"

"It's a bit early"

"Then go back to sleep"

I felt my eyes roll back into my head, and I looked across to the wall of windows; the curtains were open, but in the early November morning is was still a dark navy colour. Most of the light from the room came from a lamp on a dim setting, which Ivy was using to read with. My eyes trailed the room, scanning and watching before making my way to look up at Ivy's face. She was tired but her face perfectly tense with concentration. Her eyes were fixed on the page, but her hand gently running up and down my arm.

And so that was how we stayed, the only noise was our slow breathing and Ivy turning her page. It was as if it was just us. Us alone in a world where we could just exist together, as an us.

"What time is your first lesson?" Ivy asked

"First period" I mumbled cuddling into her more

"Mine too. Come on then"

I felt her shift beneath me, and before I knew what I was doing I was holding her tighter and not moving. There was a sigh from deep within her chest. A comforting sensation of a kiss on my head

"You're gonna have to let me go"

"One more minute" I grumbled

As I was clinging to the girl beneath me, I felt a chuckle and then the warmth of the duvet was gone.

"What the fuck?" I demanded

"You weren't moving so now I'm moving you"

With that I was no longer on the bed at all. Instead my head was on Ivy's back, my butt high in the air, the only security I had was my torso over her shoulder.

My throat let out a small squeak at the sudden movement as she began walking towards the door. She opened the bedroom door, and walked me -still over her shoulder- down the hallway. There was a constant jibing just below my rib cage at every step. Yet we were still moving, or Ivy was and I was being dragged along with.

The arrival at the kitchen was abrupt to say the least. I was rudely placed on the cold kitchen counter, with a smug Ivy looking at me. Her lips were pulled into a satisfied smirk that was enough to drive even the most stable to sanity.