Two Of Hearts

My girlfriend

                                                                                         <>  IVY<>

It has been a while since I slept this well without being interrupted by nightmares. I woke up to the piercing green eyes of Sylvia staring right at me, and they held so much fondness.

"Good morning, darling," she says with a raspy voice from sleep.

"I cannot believe this is real," I blurt and pinch myself.

Sylvia chuckles as she leans forward to hug me, placing her face on my chest. My heartbeat quickens as she nuzzles against my small breasts.

"You are so cute, Ivy," she says.

"We're actually girlfriends," I say in a stupor.

I run my hand through her silky hair as she comes up and starts planting kisses on my neck. I feel the heat between my legs increase as her hands roam across my body, while I take off the shirt I gave her last night to sleep in. As she sits on top of me, my mouth drops at the sight of her lacy black bra and the view of her toned body hovering above me.

"I'm throwing a masquerade party in a few days," Sylvia says.

"You mean a Halloween party? You should dress up as a serial killer," I reply.

She smirks and says, "Ivy, you are being so cheeky first thing in the morning."

"Oh, I haven't even started yet," I say as I sit up, causing Sylvia to topple. Now with our positions switched, I place my hands on her shoulders, bring my mouth closer to her ears, and whisper, "Arch your pretty back for me, baby."

I see a deep blush spreading across Sylvia's cheeks as I return to my position. She complies, and my hands reach behind her to unclasp her bra. I ask, "Can I touch you?"

"Yes," she says, a little out of breath. I take her bra off and just observe the most perfect set of breasts I have ever laid eyes on. Her pink nipples are hard under my fingers. She gasps as I gently rub them and start to plant kisses on her shoulder. Her breathing becomes shallower as my mouth goes lower.

"Ivy," she says with a voice so pleading that I want to give her exactly what she wants. I start pressing wet kisses as I near her soft, round breasts. Her little groans drive me insane, and I can feel the wetness between my legs throbbing with the need to be touched.

I hurriedly take off my trousers and the most unsexy checkered panties, chucking them down the bed onto the carpeted floor.

Sylvia's hands reach for my t-shirt, tugging at it. I waste no time and pull it over my head. She just looks at me with lust-filled eyes that hungrily trail up and down my figure.

"Gorgeous," she says as she lifts her hips so I can take off her shorts. I part her legs, place myself on her left thigh, and start to rub my heat against it.

"You're dripping wet," she exclaims with a gasp when my hands travel to her nipples again. We are both lost in the rhythm but are stopped by the doorbell ringing.

I groan in disappointment as I remove myself from her.

"Let's murder whoever is at the door," Sylvia says, sitting up as she tucks strands of hair behind her ears.

"Gosh, what am I gonna do with this pretty little killer in my bed?" I throw on my clothes hastily as I make my way out of the bedroom. I knew it was Aunt Helen without a doubt because no one really visits me, but the real question was what could have propelled her to pop in first thing in the morning.

She rings the bell again. I roll my eyes—what happened to patience? And once I open the door, I am shocked to see Milo instead, in pink shorts and a white shirt with the word "hetero," which is fooling nobody if I'm being honest.

"How—what are you doing here?" I ask.

"How rude! You have my wife in there," he declares like he's caught something scandalous. I'll give him props for the dramatics he brings along.

"You could have just called her.", I say.

" I did, but she wasn't picking up. And also, you have no idea what her family is capable of. I'm sure they even tape her calls," he says with a yawn.

I'm pretty sure my confused expression is what sets him off into a laughing fit a few seconds later.

"She hasn't even told you that? My fault for assuming that y'all were close," he says. I wasn't expecting it to prick me like it did. Despite knowing that we need time to discover each other and love all the facets, it hurts.

"I know her well enough to know that this marriage ain't shit," I reply with a scoff.

"Guess I struck a fuckin' nerve," he says and starts shouting, "SYLVIA, DARLING? YOUR HUSBAND IS HERE!"

I hear shuffling from inside, then footsteps. When I turn around, I see Sylvia in my navy blue silk robe, looking unimpressed at the sight of Milo. I cannot help but stare at the way it's hugging her pretty body, and I feel aroused again.

"Why are you causing a commotion at my girlfriend's house, you Neanderthal?" Sylvia exclaims with her arms crossed.

"Neanderthal? Honey, I'm just here to tell you that your parents sent that sexy—I mean smug—private detective to give a message that they'll be coming to visit soon. They also sent an invite for something, which I accidentally forgot at home."

I glance back at Sylvia. She looks tense and a bit angry, her eyebrows scrunched.

"Great," she mumbles.

"I know, right? So fucking great. Also, maybe do the courtesy of letting your poor girlfriend know that they're batshit crazy." Then he turns to me and says, "Run while you can and preserve your sanity."

"Let's do it," I say.

Sylvia turns to me with an eyebrow raised and questioning eyes, and Milo also looks my way, confused.

"What you said in the bedroom before, darling," I say as I kiss her cheek.

She smirks and says, "Let's spare him this time since he was useful."

He looks between the two of us as realization dawns upon him, and his mouth is wide open.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. God had one job, and that was to keep Sylvia single. But no, he sent her another evil spawn of Satan. Great," he says, rubbing his face in pure devastation.