Poison Ivy | Jordan Poole

thirty five.

Castle on a hill
Let's build it out of steel
Girl, I know that this love it will last
Let's journey up the road
Ain't gotta take it slow
You know that I don't want no one else

Soft, that was the first word that came to his mind as his fingers glided against the bronze skin of her arm. She looked so peaceful asleep on his chest, her breaths falling in a tranquil pattern. He didn't think he'd ever get sick of this. In the past few months Jordan had begun to question it all. He'd wondered if his sacrifices had been worth it, the tireless hours on a court and away from his family to ensure he stayed employed so that he could support them, so Ivy wouldn't have to worry or work herself to death.

He may have been a lot of things to everyone else- a screw up, crash out, money pit, Icarus even but to her he was always a star. It was that fact that kept him on his toes, ignited his fight and with her encouragement he'd found his way back to his true form. The Wizards were for the first time in a long time looking at the chance of being play off worthy now that he and Kuz's chemistry was flowing. Ivy was his light and when she went dark on him, he'd felt like he lost a bit of himself.

After last night, he was sure that they were back to themselves, and he was grateful. He'd built a life with her, and he honestly couldn't imagine what he'd do if that all fell apart.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, he admired the way she wrinkled her nose before her eyes opened and she took him in. A small smile forming on her lips before she began to stretch and immediately recoiled back into him. She had nothing on aside from his old Wizards T-shirt.

"Hmm, babe what exactly did we do last night?" Ivy mumbled softly as she rubbed her eyes and Jordan grinned.

"A better question would be what we didn't do. You don't remember?"

"Oh, I definitely do, we haven't had a night like that in forever." Ivy chuckled and Jordan joined along, pulling her into a hug. He kissed her shoulder while he inhaled her scent. Her hair had the distinct citrus scent it always did since she'd made that brand deal with Camille Rose two years ago.

"I mean, we've had a few nights close to it whenever Blyss falls asleep in her room but yeah that was different. I missed you." He confessed.

For some reason, she couldn't meet his eyes now. She understood where this conversation was headed and she had missed him too, she'd missed them.

"Butterfly, is all forgiven now? Are we good for real because I just want to keep moving forward. This is what I want, you know that, and you also know my feelings have never changed. If anything, they've grown even stronger. What I'm trying to say is we've done the therapy, I gave you your space, and we're at this good place. I just want to make sure we're putting down roots and I'm not standing in shifting sand."

"I forgive you and I'm sorry for not fighting for you like you've always fought for me. I'm right here with you... there's no other heart for mine like yours."

She stared up at him with those big brown angelic eyes of hers and he felt serenity overtake him. Everything seemed to slow down for a moment as he leaned in and kissed her, slowly, gentle and warm. Her mouth molded to his as if they were created to be together- he realized it had always felt like that, even on day one.

He didn't even recognize when he'd crawled on top of her again until her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and she let out a soft moan.

"Shit, I thought you'd still be sore."

"I am" Ivy confessed "but what can I say? Physical touch is my love language."

"You're mine." Jordan concluded as he began to trail kisses down her neck, his hands drifting under her t-shirt. Just as his fingers began to creep up her thigh, three knocks resounded at the door deflating them both.