[ 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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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.