Omegaivyeveland Stories

"Can I... kiss you?" Ivy was stunned, then comfortably wrapped her arms around Sue's neck, slightly standing on tiptoe. Soft lips touched Sue's lips, Ivy's delighted laughter rang in Sue's ears. "Who would ask if you can kiss your mate or not like that?" Mate. Sue likes that word. She smiled, carefully hugged Ivy's waist, one hand supporting her nape, pulling Ivy in for a deeper kiss. The space is filled with the fragrant scent of rosemary mixed with the seductive scent of thyme. "Mate, I like that word." Sue spoke softly, gently biting Ivy's earlobe. "Just like how much I like you too."