Tangled Web (Catfish Sequel) {M.C}

Chapter Two

A/N: Okay this started out as a oneshot for a lucky few that read it before I removed it because I decided it would be a good chapter for this story. So I apologise if you've already read it, but here it goes! Warning: Contains smut.

Ivy turned away from Olivia, tears prickling her eyes.

This was the first time they had been away from her. She was 7 months old, and Michael had suggested a date night, where they go to the cinema and have some time to themselves. They had decided to ask Ivy's dad to watch her overnight, so that they could have a night to themselves, or as Michael so delicately put, they could 'get down and freaky without waking the baby'. Ivy was definitely looking forward to that, but she was struggling to leave Olivia.

"Come on Ivy, Liv will be fine." Michael urged. "We're going to miss the film."

"Fine." She moaned before speaking to her dad. "Ring us if anything happens and we'll be straight round. You have the cinema number incase you can't get hold of us on our phones right?"

"Yes, now go. Have fun." He responded.

"We will, thank you." Michael replied.

Ivy had to carry on holding back the tears, but failed as she walked out the door and her dad stood there with Olivia holding her arm up to wave. She turned away quickly before the tears came streaming down her face. Quickly jumping into the passengers side of their car, Ivy tried to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan, but they were falling too fast. Michael got in beside her, and noticed her crying. He smiled kindly at her, before telling her she was a doughnut.

"She will be fine, your dad raised you and your brothers. I fully trust him with our daughter, and I know that you do too, so chill. Besides, you'll only moan if your eyeliner runs."

"Shut up Clifford. Are you not a little bit upset that we are leaving our baby?" She asked.

"Of course, but like I said, I know she'll be fine, and if she's not, the cinema is literally 10 minutes away from here. As much as I won't want to leave during Jurassic World, I will drive us straight back here." He laughed.

"Fine." She huffed, wiping her eyes and trying to make her eyeliner right again without proving Michael right.

"So future Mrs Clifford, are you finally ready to leave? Or do you need more time to fix your eyeliner?"

"Shut up and drive." She told him, instantly regretting her choice of words when Michael burst into song.

She rolled her eyes as he pulled out of the driveway and headed to the cinema whilst Michael sang the Rihanna song at the top of his lungs.

"That's not very punk rock of you." Ivy laughed.

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Michael grabbed his huge range of snacks from the counter, and followed Ivy into the screen they were in.

"Did you seriously need all those snacks?" She asked as they found their seats.

"Do you really need to ask that question?" He laughed. "Also I think he was starting to figure out who I was, because he kept looking at me funny. Snapbacks and sunglasses really don't do the job any more, and thats why I kept sending him for more snacks."

"You're an idiot." She joked.

"An idiot that you're marrying." He reminded her.

"Don't remind me." She laughed, earning a mock sad face from Michael.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a little while whilst adverts played on the big screen. It didn't take long for Michael mind, and hand to wander.

He started drawing circles on Ivy's thigh, making his way further up. She swatted his hand away.

"Not here, there's people."

"Like that's ever been an issue before." Michael teased.

"Shh, I'm a parent now. I have to be respectable."

Michael burst into laughter, earning the people behind telling him to shut up.

A few minutes later the film started, and they both went silent. Ivy leant her head onto Michaels shoulder, and held his hand. She was worried about Olivia, but tried not to let it show.

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At the intermission, Ivy quickly called her dad to check on Olivia, and was reassured when he told her that she was sleeping. She updated Michael as he walked back into the screen room with even more snacks.

"You realise you went out there without your sunglasses and hat on." She reminded him, after letting him know that Olivia was asleep.

"Oh well, no one screamed or had a heart attack or anything so I guess I'm good." He laughed.

"Yeah well you think you'd have learnt by now." She joked.

"I know, I'm an idiot." He smiled, sitting back down next to her.

The film started up again, and as much as Ivy was enjoying Chris Pratt's beautiful face, as well as the film. She decided now would be the perfect time to wind up Michael.

She ran her fingers up the inside of Michaels leg, from his knee, all the way up. Michael swatted her hand away before she could touch any higher.

"Ivy Pearce, I am trying to watch the film, oh my gosh there is people around." He mocked.

"Are you saying you'd rather watch some dinosaurs than let my hands wander around your thighs?" She smirked.

"Yes, now leave me alone you pervert."

"Fine. You'll crack first."

"Game on Poison Ivy."

"Good. Now shut up and watch the film Mikey." She told him, intentionally shortening his name, knowing how he loved it when she called him it.

"I hate you." He almost growled.

"I know." She smiled, as sweetly as she could manage, even though every thought that was going through her head right now, was far from innocent.

She held his hand, and started drawing patterns with her thumb onto the side of his hand, every so often 'accidently' rubbing his leg where their hands were leant.

"Seriously, you couldn't be any more obvious." Michael leant in and whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, before softly kissing just under her ear, and a few more times getting lower each time before sitting up straight.

Admitting defeat, she sat quietly holding his hand for the rest of the film.

As the credits rolled, they headed back to the car, whilst Michael fangasmed the whole way back. Ivy decided now was a good time to make a move, and pushed him roughly against the car, before kissing him just as roughly.

"We're not making it home before this happens are we?" Michael rushed, as she pulled away slightly.

"I guess not." She laughed as he pulled the back door open and pretty much pushed her in.

She laid back onto the seats as he got in and climbed onto her.

"Good job its dark out." Ivy laughed.

Michael pulled up Ivy's dress, and made quick work of taking off her underwear before undoing his jeans and ramming himself inside her. She was uncomfortable on the back seats, but quickly forgot which each of Michaels thrusts, making her moan louder with each one.

She shut her eyes for a while and moaned louder as Michaels pace quickened, and his hand moved up to her nipples, which he began to softly tug at.

"Oh shit." She shouted as she opened her eyes.

"What did I hurt you?" Michael asked, stopping abruptly.

"No, but there's a man standing at our window with a camera." She said trying to pull her dress down.

Michael laughed, before turning his head, even though he knew she was joking.

"Oh shit. I guess I didn't go unnoticed."