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Green Eyes Killer	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 3: WHEN WE GO TO DANCE
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--- SILVER (continued) ---
"Drink this for me?" Silver heard Ivy's voice through her blissful haze. She came to again, realized she must have passed out. Ivy was getting into bed with her again and offering her that glass with the seed and the green water she'd made before.
"Mmm..." Silver told herself to wake up and took the glass, drinking it and swallowing the seed without thought or consideration. She swallowed and looked into Ivy's eyes, feeling... if it was possible... even more completely devoted to the woman over her. She smiled, really liking that feeling. Ivy felt really like... family... to her now, like they were somehow essentially the same, essentially, intrinsically connected in some way she couldn't quite define or comprehend. "Do we have to go now?" She asked.
"Yeah, we need to be there by six, and it's a little after three-thirty now. We need to prepare, my love." Ivy stroked her cheek and Silver closed her eyes and smiled at the touch. "I... didn't know it would be like this, you know. That I'd... feel you... so much... inside me." Ivy smiled to her. "Silver..."
"It's wonderful..." Silver agreed, her eyes full of devotion. "Like... I'm a part of you now..." She told softly. "You're so beautiful, so... amazing..." Silver ran reverent fingers over Ivy's cheek.
Ivy smiled to her. Her fingers shook a little as she touched Silver's skin. She bit her lip and Silver found that so endearing. "I want to..."
"Ravish me?" Silver smiled.
"And have you ravish me, have a long session of simultaneous ravishment..." Ivy explained a little dreamily, sounding, uncharacteristically, just a little goofy, in a love-sick sort of way.
Silver smiled, moving up to capture Ivy's lips. "I couldn't do that quickly right now... Maybe we have time for a few minutes of cuddling though?" She asked hopefully.
Ivy's smile was dazzling. "I think that could be managed..." She settled down next to her and they just held each other, Ivy kissed her cheek again lightly and they snuggled in close together. Ivy's scent was so intense to her now, much more than before. Not overwhelming, just... vivid, bright... She could smell the flowers and the plants too, like she'd never been able to before. They felt like family to her now too somehow. She could tell, they felt her too, they loved her, like they loved Ivy. She could sense them, growing, becoming, living... so vibrantly. Such beauty. And Ivy's skin against hers... she just couldn't get enough of touching her. She wanted to make love, but steadfastly told herself no, that it was important that she not get in the way of Ivy's plans by making them late. It was frustrating, but she pushed it aside and just soaked up Ivy's closeness greedily. It gave her energy somehow, strength... and Ivy's touch was so caring, loving, and passionate--even in such an innocent gentle contact as they shared now, she could feel Ivy's passion for her. She felt wanted, and she definitely felt so much want in return.
"Time to go, love." Ivy whispered, making Silver shiver just a bit. Ivy got up, moving over her to step out of bed, then offering Silver her hand as Silver sat up. She took the hand and went with her. They got dressed together, zipping up each other's dresses in the back without having to be asked. Ivy stood in back of her now, smelling her hair. "Your scent..." She felt Ivy shiver a little.
"What about it?" Silver asked softly.
"Mm... it's hard... not to take your dress off again..." She admitted a little sheepishly.
Silver smiled. "That's good though, right?" She asked, just a little shyly.
Ivy hugged her. "Mm-hm. Just... unexpected. Not that I didn't always like undressing you, it's just..."
"It's more vivid, isn't it?" Silver asked. "For me too... I feel so much more now, Ivy. It's so different... but we're not so different, to each other I mean, anymore. We're close to being the same, really the same... Aren't we?"
"Yes... you're right... I hadn't... I hadn't realized how much I wanted this feeling. I hadn't... I didn't know." She kissed Silver's shoulder.
"Ivy..." Silver spoke.
"Yes..." Ivy agreed, caught up in smelling Silver's hair, much to Silver's delight.
"Thank you... for sharing this with me." She spoke softly. "For sharing you... with me..."
Ivy moaned a little. "I really want to take off this dress again... Why can't the world be perfect so we could just fuck each other's brains out now...?"
Silver laughed. "My wicked, lusty, sexy, sexy vixen." She turned in Ivy's arms and kissed her. "You're making me hot talking like that. You should stop." She smiled.
Ivy smiled back and caressed her cheek. "Mmm, the sacrifices I make." She spoke lamenting. "Let's go then." She took Silver's hand and they walked back out of the laboratory, through the greenhouse, and back across the lawn to the main house.
A little while later, in their room, Silver stood there, nude, in front of the mirror, Ivy's hands on her shoulder. She was... green. All of her, except her hair. Just like Ivy. She touched herself. "I hadn't realized." She observed. Which was ridiculous that she hadn't, but she just hadn't noticed. Ivy was on her mind too much. "You like it?" Silver asked.
"You have no idea..." Ivy's voice was a bit low, and it made Silver shiver a little. Ivy moved in and warped her arms around her and Silver sighed, feeling so content to have those familiar arms around her again.
"But it's bad right? For the plan? I mean, I can't go out like this..." She considered, trying to stay focused and not think about making love to her lover.
"No, but that shouldn't be a problem. You can just change it... Like this..." Ivy closed her eyes, her chin resting on Silver's shoulder, and Ivy's skin color changed, not terribly quickly, but it changed to a normal human skin tone.
Silver watched in a little bewilderment as her own skin changed right along with Ivy's.
"You did it, see?" Ivy smiled, clearly delighted that her lover had learned so quickly.
"No I... I didn't even try, it just happened while yours changed... Like it was automatic..." She admitted.
Ivy just looked at her, their eyes meeting in the mirror. "Our bodies must be... in tune with one another, somehow..." Ivy spoke the thought out loud. "Close your eyes..." Ivy asked.
Silver did so automatically.
"Can you... sense anything? From me?" She asked softly.
"I..." Silver tried to tell if she could. "I don't know... It's just like... I know you're there... Not just because... because you're touching me, I just... know it." She told in soft wonder.
Ivy considered this. "We have time..." She spoke out loud. "Not much time, but... I want you to leave the room, alright? Go... hide somewhere, like the children's game? Will you do that?"
"Of course." Silver agreed, smiling. She liked being told what to do by Ivy, even more now for some reason. She just liked it. She went out of the room and down to one of the guest rooms, hiding in the bathtub of the attached bathroom. A minute later, Ivy came in and found her. "That was fast..." Silver observed, smiling as she stood up. "Why did we do that though?" She asked curiously.
"I knew where you were. I just knew it." Ivy told.
Silver considered that. "I did too." She realized. "I could tell you were following after me. We can find each other." She realized.
"We can." Ivy repeated. "That could be useful." She considered. "But come on, we need to get you dressed. We're running low on time."
They went back to the bedroom and got dressed.
"How do I look?" Silver asked, again standing in front of the mirror in a black dress, heels, jewelry, etc...
Ivy smiled a little. "Beautiful, as always... Though, of course, it's never been my favorite look for you. Or for any woman. Too... artificial. But you know that about me." She qualified.
"I do." Silver confirmed fondly. Ivy didn't care for make up or jewelry, Silver knew. What attracted her was health and vitality, life, vibrant life... real beauty, she said. And Silver, after really experiencing that, seeing Ivy laying on the grass, or even just waking from sleep, she had to agree that all the things society told a woman to wear to make her beautiful, only actually covered that beauty up or, at least, tried to hide its lack if the woman in question were sickly or emaciated or whatnot. Her friends, those she'd kept up with lately, had all remarked on how her body had changed. Become more athletic, more... Ivy'd used the word 'sleek' once. That made Silver smile. "My personal favorite for you is how you look... after weâ€™ve made love." She felt herself heat a little at her own words and her body flushed a little green momentarily. She saw in the mirror Ivy's did too.
"You'll have to be careful of that in public." Ivy smiled playfully, running a hand over her belly and thigh, down her leg, the other hand on her arm.
"Yes Ivy." Silver agreed obediently.
"You seem..." Ivy was apparently noticing something.
"What?" Silver asked.
"More... obedient... than usual, somehow."
"Mmm, yes, I noticed that too. It's a nice feeling, I don't even think about it anymore. It's like what you want me to do, it's what I want me to do to." Silver admitted.
Ivy seemed to think about that some. "Are you still frightened of Nightwing?" She asked experimentally.
"Huh? Oh, I'd forgot. I don't know... maybe." She admitted.
"Do you still want to kill him?" Ivy asked.
"If you want me to." She admitted.
"And if I... no, never mind." Ivy shook her head.
"What is it?" Silver asked.
"Just another unexpected thing, that's all." She smiled a little ruefully.
"Mmm, you're kind of tense now, I wish I could give you a massage." Silver considered wistfully.
"You want to? Without being asked?" Ivy asked.
"Yes, of course. It's all I seem to be able to think about, unless you need me to think of something else of course. I just... wanting to touch you. Be with you..." She felt her heart rate rise a little, as though she could just taste Ivy's lips on hers again. She wished she could push Ivy down onto the bed and taste those lips, meld their bodies together again... She felt herself flush again.
She felt Ivy shiver. "Mmm..." She shook her head. "I can relate..." She admitted, biting her lip a little.
Silver smiled a little triumphantly, loving the implied complement in Ivy's words and tone. "So, time to go?" She asked.
"It is..." Ivy agreed.
Gustav the chauffeur, as well as Raul and Nina (their maids), were waiting for them (Shelley the grounds-woman and Nina were a couple--like Raul and Gustav). Gustav, Nina, and Raul were all armed, just to be safe, in case something went wrong. Nina was going with Silver in the car and would wait for her there with Gustav.
Raul was going with Ivy in a van (much as Silver knew Ivy disliked having to use automobiles at all).
Silver was meeting her date where they were going. James Clarkson--a handsome, well-to-do banker's son whom Ivy had enchanted to do as he was told and play his part with Silver at the function tonight. It was a charity ball for the Gotham-Metro Symphony. Silver had long been on the charity's board of directors and had arranged to have Mary June Marsy be one of the speakers as she was in town and a well-known supporter of the arts back in her native Dallas. Mary June being Winton Marsy's wife meant Winton would, naturally, be in attendance as well.
One limo ride later, Silver met James at the party and they went in. Mary June gave her speech, as did the other two speakers, and then it was time for the ball. She was dancing with James, all the while thinking of Ivy and wishing she were the one holding her in her arms now, when a familiar voice spoke. "May I cut in?"
It was Derick Grayson. A chill ran through Silver's veins at seeing him here. "Derick?" She asked. James looking to her for instruction. "It's... It's alright James, Derick is... an old friend. I'd be happy to spare a dance for him, if you wouldn't mind of course?" She asked him.
"Of course. I'll just go get us some champagne." James agreed cordially.
Derick wasted no time in sweeping Silver up in his arms. "Interesting perfume." He spoke.
"It's new." Silver told, her mind working out very easily how dangerous this was. Should she do something? She had to make sure the plan went through, that was imperative to her berceuse it was imperative to Ivy and right now she only seemed to want what Ivy wanted (well, except for the sex obsession, but it seemed like Ivy had that too, which meant she probably actually did only want what Ivy wanted even for that, kind of). Nightwing would be a wildcard, and a very dangerous one, that meant she had to find a way to eliminate him... But she had to do it quietly, so nothing would seem amiss.
"Is it." He didn't say it as a question. "You know, I've been looking into you more closely since last night."
"Have you?" She asked.
"You know, I didn't really think you were involved when I went to see you. I just thought, well, I had to make sure. But, after talking with you..." He led off.
"I, what, said something that made you think I was a secret serial killer? Is that it, Derick? Really?" She asked, trying to sound like her old self.
He was silent.
"Well?" Silver asked.
"Does the name Vivian Isley mean anything to you?" He asked.
Silver had to fight very hard not to tense up. Ivy. That was Ivy's name, her birth name. "We should go somewhere, have a private chat I think." She moved her hand to touch her earring and slide it from her ear. Derick's eyes went a little wide and she felt his heart rate increase. She smiled--she had him. The green earrings weren't jade, they were a crystallized chemical that activated on touch and gave off a scent that enthralled whomever smelled it. "Don't you think we should?" She asked again.
"I um, yeah, that sounds... good..." Derick agreed.
She led her dance partner off. They exited the dance floor and Silver lead him out to the front, using her cell phone to call Gustav to swing the car around; luckily there was no one much about except for a few pedestrians across the street. She got in with Derick and looked at Nina. "Shoot him." She told her, and Nina pulled a gun with a silencer out from under her coat and pulled the trigger. Derick moved at the last moment, and the shot only hit his shoulder. He lunged at Nina, yanking the gun out of the surprised woman's hand and hitting her with his good elbow in the face, knocking her cold.
"Stop it! You're hurting her!" Silver cried as she pulled Derick off Nina and pinned him to the floor of the limo, face down.
"You... you really tried to kill me." Derick sounded truly surprised. "What has she done to you?"
"It doesn't matter. I won't let you take her away from me--I won't!" She felt fury inside her now and she broke his arm. He cried out in pain and she wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed, then jerked upwards, breaking his neck. It was easy, she was much stronger than him now. She was breathing hard and her mind was stormy feeling--she had to fight an instinct to keep hurting him even though he was dead. She tried to make her breathing even out and get her thoughts together. She got up from the floor and went to check on Nina, relieved to find her pulse was strong and steady. Nina was Ivy's just like she was, so of course she had to keep her alive and protected if she could. Next, she hit the intercom button. "Take us to the parking lot Gustav; drive slowly, don't attract attention." She told the driver.
"Yes Ms." Gustav replied.
Silver sank back to the floor and leaned against the side of the car as the car started to move. She breathed a sigh of relief. No one had been around, not close anyway, when she'd brought Derick to the car, and Gustav had kept the engine running, so probably no one had noticed anything amiss happening inside the car. An intense need welled up inside her--to find Ivy, to ask her to hold her, feel her touch; it was nearly overpowering, but she fought it down. This... was just a small bump in the road. That's all. She had to get back to the party and find Winton and Mary June Marsy. She was missing an earring, she realized. She went to the on-board compartment and retrieved a back-up, putting it through her ear with gloves and checking herself. Nina moaned, starting to wake.
"Nina, good, you're awake." Silver looked down at herself and realized she had some of Derick's blood on her left arm. At least it didn't look like any got on her dress.
"There's blood." Nina noticed.
"Is there a way we can clean it off in the car?" She asked her maid.
"Um," Nina rubbed her head and felt her face.
"You'll have a black eye I think, and we should get a doctor to check you out later, but right now you need to focus; for Ivy." Silver pressed her.
"Right, Ms. Silver... Um, club soda might work? We have some..." She reached for the mini-fridge but stopped when her head was in pain.
"It's all right, I'll get it." Silver offered, getting up and being careful to avoid any blood. She got to the fridge and got out the club soda. Thinking quickly, she found the cloth napkins next and went to work washing the blood from her arm.
"Ms. Silver?" Nina asked as they pulled into the parking lot space.
"Hm?" Silver replied absently, examining her skin carefully.
"You're green again." She pointed out.
"Huh? Oh, right." She clenched her fists and felt frustrated. She tried to calm down though, remember how it felt when Ivy was touching her and she changed her skin color so easily without even trying, because Ivy was there with her. That seemed to work, because when she opened her eyes again, her skin was normal again; normal for a human of her ancestry at least. She smiled. "I can do this, I have to." She told herself. The plan wasn't really that set back; all she had to do was go back into the party and play her part. She got her cell phone from her purse and called Ivy.
"Ivy?" She asked.
"I'm here. What happened love?" Ivy's soothing voice came over the line. "Why did you leave the dance?"
Silver sighed. "It's so good to hear your voice..." She spoke longingly. "Nightwing, or Derick I mean, he was there, he cut into my dance. I had to... He knew your name Ivy, your birth name at least."
She heard Ivy gasp. "What did he..."
"It's all right. I used an earring on him; got him away to the car and killed him. The blood didn't get on my dress, so I can still go back and do my part. I promise, I won't let you down."
She could almost hear Ivy's smile through the cell phone. "Just be safe. I believe in you. I love you Silver, so much." She heard the soft voice say.
Silver held the phone to her heart, closed her eyes and smiled. The words making her feel blissful and warm inside. "Gustav." She pressed the intercom, looking at the suffering Nina to assure herself she'd be okay.
"Yes Ms.?" He replied.
"Once I'm gone, take the car where you won't be observed, get a blanket from the trunk, wrap up the body back here and stow it in the trunk..." She looked at Nina again. "And look after Nina, be ready to come when I call."
"I will be Ms., don't worry. And I will make sure Ms. Nina is well looked after."
"Good." Silver smiled in relief. "Good, now take us back and drop me off."
--- IVY ---
Ivy was in a back room at The Royce-Jennings where the Gotham-Metro Symphony benefit was taking place. She had a young man, a server, with her, under her persuasion. She'd researched him, found he was doing under-graduate work in tax law following in his father's footsteps (his father was a tax lawyer for a big logging company), and decided he was an ideal candidate for a suicide bomber. Raul had taken his place on the serving staff up until now. She adjusted the straps on his harness and checked the detonator again. It was far from her usual modus operandi, but that was the point.
"Your hands feel nice..." The young man spoke.
"Be quiet, please." She told him, and he was. She'd dosed him enough that he would be very obedient to her, but he was straight in that really disgusting way that happened when a man saw a woman more as something to be conquered and used rather than as a real person, which meant she had to put up with him looking at her like she would, well, prefer never to be looked at again for the rest of her life actually. (The women of the world would be better off with this one weeded out, that was for sure.) There was a knock on the door. It was Raul. "It's time then?"
"Yes." Raul replied. "Ms. Silver is back and she's talking with the Marsys."
"Alright. You know what to do then. Be very, very sure Silver is not harmed in the least, no matter what. You understand Raul? I will cut off your lover's head in front of you if she is hurt. I promise I will. You understand me, don't you?" She looked into his eyes.
He swallowed a little. "Yes Ms., I... will protect her with my life." He pledged.
"See that you do." She instructed. She was tense and agitated. She hated the idea of this now that she was here, because Silver was in the middle of it like she was. And that Nightwing had gotten so close to her lover before... It was making her a little crazy. She had the irrational urge to go hurt people, men, men with black hair like Grayson's really, for no reason. Well, there was a reason, obviously. Simply not one that made logical sense. She buttoned the server boy up and gave him to Raul. "Now go. I'll be with the minivan."
"Yes Ms." Raul replied obediently. She somewhat regretted threatening him, but... she couldn't -not- threaten him. Even if it might be pointless. And that scared her a little.
She herself was in a server's uniform. Slacks, white shirt, vest, bow-tie. Silver had told her she looked really beautiful in it, dashing actually. Ivy smiled at remembering that. Her? Dashing? She had to chuckle a little to herself. It would be the first time someone had ever called her something quite like that.
She caught sight of the van and took out her keys. As she did though, something impacted her body across the abdomen, around and around, she had to struggle a bit to keep her footing, the force jerking her this way and that. And just like that, she was tied up. Her right arm was partly free though, as she'd, luckily, been looking at the keys on her key ring at the time.
She was honestly just a little bit dumbfounded to find a masked woman in back and dark yellow drop silently down in front of her. "Tarantula, I guess?" She asked, a little curious despite herself. It did make sense that Nightwing's new 'crime-fighting' partner was here with him. She'd never actually seen one of these sort of people up close and in person before. She'd seen Power Woman and Supergirl from a distance once when they were fighting a man that looked like he was made of energy and gilded in gold once (she'd run the other way, of course), that was the limit of her experience.
"And you would be Dr. Vivian Isley, also known as, I think, The Green Eyes Killer?" Tarantula questioned, hesitantly for some reason, stepping forwards so Ivy could see her eyes.
Ivy narrowed her gaze a little. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I..." Tarantula stepped back. "We've never met. But that's not important right now."
"No, I, wait, Lina, Catalina Flores! It is you, isn't it?" The mask couldn't hide those eyes, those lips, and the dark wavy hair only confirmed it. "The college roommate I had a crush on is Tarantula. Wow. I'd say 'I'd never have guessed' but I suppose I just did, didn't I?" Ivy smiled to her.
She could see Catalina visibly shutting down any unproductive impulses to focus on the matter at hand; Ivy couldn't help but find that cute for some reason. Catalina had always seemed cute to her, whatever she did actually. Such a shame she was straight and she never got to make love with her even once. Well, maybe this was her chance to make up for that a little, she smiled to herself. "Why were you in there Vivian?" Catalina asked. "Why are you doing this?" She asked a little softer. "Please, tell me this is some kind of mistake?"
Ivy smiled soft and kind to her. "It's not. I'm doing this to save the world, you should know that Lina. We were never unclear with each other about what we believed, were we? I all but told you I'd do this, just like you all but told me you'd do what you're doing now, didn't you? One of the reasons I fell so hard for you; always crusading against one injustice or another..." She hardened her gaze a little and her voice. "And some other things you should be clear about. My people have Derick Grayson, and there's a bomb inside that will kill a lot of people. Grayson, Nightwing, will die, will be killed if I don't tell my people not to kill him. That bomb will kill those people if I don't tell you where it is and how to disarm it. Neither of which I will do unless you come over here right now and untie me, Lina. I mean it."
"Ricky..." Catalina gasped a little.
"He's your lover, isn't he? That look? He has to be. You'll be killing him Lina; in effect, you'll be killing him if you don't do what I say right now. You understand that?" Ivy told her gently. "I can't let you stop me." She almost whispered that last part.
Catalina looked her in the eyes a moment--a hard, hateful, betrayed look, and then hung her head a little in seeming acceptance, walking over to Ivy and beginning to untangle the wire. "Promise me you won't kill him, Viv, please?" She asked softly.
"I promise." Ivy told her. A promise she could easily keep, as her lover had already killed him and made it, therefore, impossible for she herself to do so, even were she so inclined (which she supposed she was, not that it really mattered).
When Ivy was free, she smiled.
"I kept my part of the bargain Viv. Now, tell me where the bomb is." Lina looked into her eyes steadily. She knew Ivy might go back on her word, Ivy could tell she knew that. She was taking a risk. She probably figured she could handle it if it were a double-cross, like she handled all sorts of crooks as Tarantula no doubt.
"Alright..." Ivy leaned forward quickly and softly captured a surprised Catalina in a kiss. Catalina tried to back away a little at first, but then Ivy could feel her relax and surrender to the kiss. She gently brought their bodies closer together and deepened the kiss. She smiled internally as she felt Lina's arms hold her back like a lover's. After a lengthy make-out session to make sure the influence would hold strongly, Ivy broke the kiss and stepped back just a little. Their arms still held each other by the waists. Ivy brought her hand up to touch Catalina's cheek. "Do you love me, Lina?" She asked softly.
"Viv... yes... I love you... very much... I always have..." Catalina told her softly, a look of complete adoration and desire in her eyes as she almost shyly stroked Ivyâ€™s hair a little.
"Could you take off that mask then? I'd... really like to see your face again...?" Ivy asked. Given a choice, instead of doing this to her, she wished she could have the time and let herself take the risk to try to convince Catalina of the justice and necessity of her cause, because she honestly thought Catalina of all people might understand what was at stake, might understand that she was doing the right thing, the -only- thing any sane and capable person would do when faced with the looming death of the world they lived on, but this was just too important to take a chance like that right now on. Her commitment to her cause had to be complete for her to succeed, she believed that whole-heartedly. And she -had- to succeed, for anything else to happen was something she simply could not even bring herself to think about fully.
"Of course." Catalina smiled a little shyly and did what was asked. Ivy smiling at how beautiful she still was.
"He's dead you know, your Derick? I lied; he was already dead. And I'm going to let that bomb explode. They're criminals, Lina. They're hurting the green, killing it. I have to stop them." Ivy told her honestly, stroking her face gently. She told her this to test her reaction, to make sure she was hers all the way now... but also, because she thought Lina deserved the truth from her, at least when she was free to give it.
She could see a look of sadness well up on Catalina's face. "He's dead, Ricky's dead..." Catalina spoke softly.
"Hey, forget him, alright? Don't be sad... We'll be together now. I love you, Lina. You don't need him anymore." She spoke the words only to comfort her, knowing that if Lina had it to really choose, her old crush would hate her quite a lot right now. But she felt she kind of owed her whatever comfort she could give. "Okay?" She asked, smiling to her reassuringly and giving her a chaste kiss.
"Yeah... okay... Viv..." Catalina looked into her eyes with trust and obvious intense infatuation. Ivy couldn't help but thrill a little at seeing that look on her face. After all, she couldn't count the number of times in her past she'd wished to see just that.
She kissed her again, gentle and slow. Lina kissed back eagerly. "Come on, we've got to go. The fireworks will start soon. We need to be ready, love."
"Yes Viv..." Lina played with Ivy's hair and smiled adoringly to her, easily letting Ivy lead her off by the hand over to the van. As she was opening the door, Ivy heard the explosion. She got in the van and started the engine, sighing to herself and reminding herself grudgingly that it was necessary, the car was necessary. Also reminding herself to work on that hybrid liquid-oxygen fuel idea of hers more. If it worked, she'd be able to make a car, or, well, have other people who knew about cars make a car that actually cleaned the air rather than polluting it. Not that it would be a final solution, just a stepping stone, but it would stop the car exhaust if she could make it work, then get all the pavement torn up later. She detested pavement. She could feel all the green things under it that wanted to grow but were cruelly locked away from the sun.
"Catalina, get up here in the passenger seat by me." Ivy instructed, helping her new helper up and over her lap to the seat, shivering a little at the intimate contact when Catalina brushed against her chest. While she waited for Raul to come, Catalina snuggled up leaning against her side sighing contently when Ivy let her hold her hand. Ivy considered this new development. She actually did want to take Lina as a lover, she knew herself enough to know that would probably always be true. To say she'd had a crush on her then roommate was actually putting it mildly; she'd fallen in love with her, all but hopelessly so, and she wasn't one to let go of feelings like that easily. Plus, Lina was completely stunning to look at. She'd confessed her feelings for her once even, but gotten turned down; Lina saying she was straight and seeing a boy she liked, asking if they could still be friends. Not that Ivy was willing to sacrifice Silver to bed one of her college love interests (even the one that was by far and away the most important to her), and she was still planning on setting Silver free, right? She had to admit to waffling a little on that. It was just so completely easy with her, especially now. But no, her reasons for wanting it were still good reasons, right? She sighed, not so completely sure anymore. The thought of losing Silver made her almost physically ill now; it was worse than before, she couldn't even stand to think about it. She felt Catalina squeeze her hand a little and Ivy smiled. She had no problem with the idea of having more than one lover at a time; she'd had several at once on many occasions in her past actually. She really completely hated sleeping alone--but ever since she'd met Silver she somehow hadn't wanted to have anyone but her. Oh, she'd had Nina and Shelley in their bed once early on, but she just hadn't wanted to again after that. She wasn't really sure she wanted to now. The idea of sharing Silver with another woman, even one she had genuine deep feelings for, wasn't, well, it made her feel conflicted at least, territorial at worst. But Lina was hers now, it just seemed, well, really nonsensical not make love with her when she wanted to so much. Maybe if she just made love to Lina once and didn't tell Silver about it, maybe that would get it out of her system? That idea didn't sound very appealing to her either really, but maybe it would be worth it anyway? As she pondered whether that idea was any good or not, she looked over and saw Raul heading towards them with an unconscious Winton Marsy in his arms. Marsy wasn't a big man or anything, and Raul was tall and strong and had no trouble carrying him. A few others, serving staff mostly, came out with him. Ivy got out of the van and went to open the back of the van for them. "Stay here Lina, alright?" Ivy asked her new follower.
"Alright." Catalina replied agreeably. "Hurry back." She implored softly under her breath, wrapping her arms around herself.
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