Magnetism

38 - electric touch

I remember the feeling of Ivy's warm hands against my skin. The way she traced her fingers around the shape of the crescent moon and held them there, perhaps a little longer then she should have, was undeniably good. Her eyes were trained on it as if she couldn't look away, her entire focus on my hip.

We had been sat in the common room, sipping coffee eating pastry when ivy had asked about my night with Alex. I told her fragments from my drunken night, pieces that fit in a weird sort of jumble involving me and my two best friends. Then I remembered the stick and poke.

I suppose I could have described it to ivy, but that's not what I did.

I walked over to her and placed my coffee on the small table. As I straddled my girlfriend, she kept her hands firmly to the side gripping the ends of the armchair intently.

"Do you want me to move" I asked, aware I might have done something she was not okay with.

"No"

At the sound of her consent, my fingers fiddled with my jeans, undoing the button and pulling the zip down. As I shrugged the material down so the small moon was on show I noticed Ivy looking upwards. Her eyes were on the ceiling.

"Ivy you need to look down"

"Brooke"

"Trust me"

Her eyes met mine, small fragments of caramel gazed into my greeny orbs. But then she blinked and looked down. I let go of the breath I didn't even know I'd been holding and waited, hoped, for her approval.

"You got a tattoo" she stated

I clarified "Alex gave me a stick and poke"

"Last night?"

"Yeah"

Ivy's hand reached down to my hip, her warm fingertips touched the skin around the moon sparking electricity within me. I loved the way it felt, to know her attention was purely and utterly on me, the knowledge that even just for those few seconds it was mine.

"Did she do this while you were drunk"

Oh shit.

"God no Alex would never"

"Have you washed it?" Ivy asked finally looking up.

"Um" embarrassment overcame me, I hadn't even thought of that "no"

"Come on then"

I blinked at her, confused at her request. Ivy just tapped my thigh firmly, indicating I should get up.

"Okay"

I got up and zipped my jeans. Ivy stood up and reached out her hand for mine. Gladly, I took it and followed as she walked through the halls until we got to the bathroom. The sixth-form only toilet was unlike the rest of the schools, it was only one cubical one for males and another for females. I expect they were old disabled toilets that happened to be built next to the common room, the rooms were large and spacey with basin at one side and the toilet the other. Ivy and I slipped into the room and locked the door behind us, the largest form of privacy we'd have in school.

"Go sit on the side" ivy said

"Demanding much"

"I know, how dare I not want you to get your open wound infected"

"It's a stick and poke not an open wound"

She turned and gave me a 'you fucking idiot' look and so I slid onto the side by the sink.

"Can you pull your jeans down again please" ivy requested.

I did as I was told and unzipped my baggy jeans once again. I remember taking the time to look at the moon as I waited for ivy, if was a little red but the outline I had loved so much the day before was still there. My body was subject to my decisions.