Magnetism

20 - coffee

A pounding in my head alerted me my consciousness, my eyes protested to the light they were greeted with. Disorientation clouded my mind, my surrounding being unclear and unfamiliar. The room wasn't my own, it was plain and put together, the bed I was curled up in roomy and thick with a duvet. To my right was a door and to my left a wall of windows responsible for the extraordinary amount of light in. As my eyes become more accustomed I realised I was in fact not alone, on my left a stirring girl was laying next to me.

I was at Ivy's.

Memories from the previous night came at me in flash's

*
Laughing in the sofa, me and Alex in hysterics retelling the story of our first double date. Ivy and Noah's skeptical looks as in between laughs. We described falling in mud and the boys running away leaving us there 
*
The sound of rustling alerted me to Ivy's awakening, soft noises coming from her throat
*
Ivy carrying me to her room, over her shoulder, my voice of fake protest thick with humour. I was facing Ivy's butt, my last glances of Alex and Noah, curled up on the sofa, Alex giggling privately to him.
*
A small tug on the duvet, and I saw ivy wrapping them around herself, becoming a cocoon and rejected the notion of waking up. I moved my body next to hers, wrapped my arms around her to draw her into the present with me.

"Morning" I heard a croaky voice mumble

"Hi" i whispered back

Releasing ivy from my grip, I turned to face the door, wondering if Alex and Noah were still there
*
Me and Ivy coming through the door, laughter rolling out of my lungs. Ivy was turning, then I was on my back on the bed, it was bouncing beneath me - yet somehow still firm. A smile wide on Ivy's face, the corners of my mouth pulling into one as well
*

"Do you want a coffee" I asked

"Please"

"Do you have any painkillers?"

Ivy sat up a little then, hair stuck to the side of her face but still with the charm of any other day

"Bathroom cabinet top shelf"

"Thanks"

And with that, I left the warmth and safety of the bed and placed my feet onto the cool wooden floor. On the floor, clumps of clothes acted as small land mines. From the mess, I picked up a sweatshirt and pulled the warm fabric onto me. With no other excuses to not leave the room, I turned one last time and saw the half asleep Ivy lying flat across the bed
*
Our lips were connected, moving together. I could feel a pressure on top of me - Ivy - as her hands ran up to waist fiddling with the the hem of my hoodie

"Is this okay" she asked, taking a break from kissing me

"Yes" I whispered back

Her hands ran beneath my hoodie and shirt, pulling them upwards and above my head. Then it was just me in a bra. Ivy pushed her lips onto mine again, the two of us content with the contact. In response, I pulled at her shirt hoping she understood what I wanted.

She stopped, giving me one of her stupid smirks before pulling it off.

Then it was just us, Ivy in her sports bra me in my (thankfully) newish black one. We both took a minute, eyeing each other appreciating what we were both in the presence of.

Then I felt her lips again, firm against mine, her hands either side of my head, but still the light pressure of her body on me. We kept kissing, enjoying ever second.

Eventually, breaking apart. Smile on my face, the corners of Ivy's mouth fighting it. And we lay down.
*
Despite the light of the morning it was cold, something I realised even more as I stepped out into the hallway. The walk from Ivy's room to the kitchen was brief, no more then 12 steps but it felt like each step got colder and colder. However, I persevered and made it through and immediately put the kettle on.