( she was... something. she'd always been something, since the first moment he'd met her. archie hasn't exactly been known for his ability to withstand temptation for very long, nor his decisiveness, but god, if there was any getting her out of his head, off of that sweet scent she's left behind at his sheets, he hasn't found it yet.
really, he doesn't care to.
there's even been the introduction to his dad; a little awkward, sure, but it's kind of par for the course. a girl he's never seen before, though likely suspected given the late hours in which he'd let her into the home, refusing to let her sneak out the window even if she'd insist—she'd be worth getting caught over. tonight, though, they've got the house to themselves, his dad off at some christmas party with the rest of the workers, betty and jugs tied up, and her right before him in that maddening skirt he wants nothing more than to slip his hands under.
only thing that's just as tugging for his attention is that mistletoe that's hanging right above their heads. yeah, maybe he'd known it was there, right in the wide entry to the family room where the fireplace crackles with a healthy glow, where wide palms find each side of petite hips. he doesn't tug her closer, not yet, instead lets that boyish smirk at the edge of his mouth blossom a little wider, keeping his gaze with hers as he speaks. )
[ she sneaks out. often. that's not unusual about ivy, being the person she is, all reckless and impulsive and looking for someone to keep her warm at night. there have been relationships that have come before this one, ones that have lasted a bit longer, ones with easily accessible boys found in the hallways of her boarding school. these boys usually know what they're in for – some fleeting thing with an easy girl who becomes a story they tell in locker rooms.
after sleeping with archie the first time, believing it to be just as brief, temporary, even just for one night. but as one thing lead to another, as the desire to be close to him grew, evolving into something that might just go beyond the initial teenage lust – she thinks they're onto something here.
she tells him she's bad news but none of that seems to matter as he introduces her to his father. that's something. she puts on a brave face for that, dressing somewhat respectably, all genuine in her smiles and her greetings. this is something.
and because he has stuck around this long, she rewards him with a sexy surprise. it's easy to take one look at any uniform and turn it into something else, but she purposefully turns the heat up when she wears it for him – blouse tied at the waist, skirt short, kneehigh socks all the way up. it's the first time she's done this for him and she doesn't regret a single second of it just by taking in that look he gives her one december evening. ]
Ah. [ ivy grins up at the mistletoe dangling over their heads, draping both arms over his shoulders and rising up to brush their noses together. ] Merry Christmas to me.
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archie: u can say that again
really, he doesn't care to.
there's even been the introduction to his dad; a little awkward, sure, but it's kind of par for the course. a girl he's never seen before, though likely suspected given the late hours in which he'd let her into the home, refusing to let her sneak out the window even if she'd insist—she'd be worth getting caught over. tonight, though, they've got the house to themselves, his dad off at some christmas party with the rest of the workers, betty and jugs tied up, and her right before him in that maddening skirt he wants nothing more than to slip his hands under.
only thing that's just as tugging for his attention is that mistletoe that's hanging right above their heads. yeah, maybe he'd known it was there, right in the wide entry to the family room where the fireplace crackles with a healthy glow, where wide palms find each side of petite hips. he doesn't tug her closer, not yet, instead lets that boyish smirk at the edge of his mouth blossom a little wider, keeping his gaze with hers as he speaks. )
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after sleeping with archie the first time, believing it to be just as brief, temporary, even just for one night. but as one thing lead to another, as the desire to be close to him grew, evolving into something that might just go beyond the initial teenage lust – she thinks they're onto something here.
she tells him she's bad news but none of that seems to matter as he introduces her to his father. that's something. she puts on a brave face for that, dressing somewhat respectably, all genuine in her smiles and her greetings. this is something.
and because he has stuck around this long, she rewards him with a sexy surprise. it's easy to take one look at any uniform and turn it into something else, but she purposefully turns the heat up when she wears it for him – blouse tied at the waist, skirt short, kneehigh socks all the way up. it's the first time she's done this for him and she doesn't regret a single second of it just by taking in that look he gives her one december evening. ]
Ah. [ ivy grins up at the mistletoe dangling over their heads, draping both arms over his shoulders and rising up to brush their noses together. ] Merry Christmas to me.