Magnetism

41 - intimacy

his contains sexual actions of that makes you uncomfy then skip to the next chapter :)

From the moment ivy entered my life she was important, I might not have known it but she signified something more than she'll ever know. I won't ever understand why it had to be her, why no one else could have opened my eyes the way she did but it was only ever her. Ivy was incredible for me, from the way she help my gaze in hers from the lingering scent of vanilla that clung to my clothes when she hugged me, that girl left her mark on me.
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"You're allowed to think things without wanting them to happen" she stated.

I blinked. Is that what she thought it was? The simplicity of the answer scared me so I was acting odd.

"I know" I replied "but it's not that"

Her eyes widened but other then that there was no change at my words. Ivy stayed still in her seat, even her tapping for stilled for a second too long as she digested the words I had said.

Embarrassment flooded me "I'm sorry I just-"

"Brooke" one word, one syllable but it silenced me "what exactly are you saying?"

A pause.

I tried gathering the words, an explanation in my mind that I could use to describe it all.

"I want it"

Ivy looked away at that, and so I followed the suit. But no sooner had I done that she replied.

"Come here"

The request may have been simple, but as our eyes met once again I knew the significance it held. Ivy wasnt offended by my thoughts, nor was she scared. No, Ivy was thinking something different entirely and she welcomed it quite literally with opens arms. I'm not sure i had a choice in walking towards her, my body just did it with the promise of being near her once again.

As I approached, her outstretched her hand took my own and, as our skin made contact, she pulled me down onto her so that I was then sat across her lap. Our silence stretched further as I sat there, the only noise was the slight sound of our breathe as we both looked straight at each other. Was it a test, to see if one of us would give up? An unspoken question hung over us, the atmosphere tense with care and lust and everything in between. This was Ivy and I in a room with everything I'd thought, dreamt, floating around us.

Then her lips met mine.

I was drawn in impossibly closer, the relief flooded through me as she took control. Her hand came around my waist as she deepened the kiss further, my skin gently traced with her hand as it came to my hips. Then I was breathing again, the air hitting my lungs and filling them in pure desperation.

"If you want to stop" Ivy paused "tell me"

"Okay"

"No hestistation, straight away"

I nodded then asked "you'll do the same?"

"Of course" Ivy smiled at me, not a smirk, a smile filled with the care I couldn't even dream of explaining.

Her gaze drifted downwards, looking me up and down in a way that made me feel hot from the inside. She was looking at me and I wanted her to never stop. Ivy moved her hand from my hip to beneath my shirt. For a moment it made me want to run, the feeling of her hand on my skin the immense fire I felt from knowing Ivy's hands were one my body was just too intense. But that was only for a moment because then I was hooked.

As her hand moved further up I looked down to her, watching as she was looked up at me. And for once I think the look in her eye matched my own. I began removing the shirt a second after, I wanted her to have more access to me, to be able to touch me.