It wasn’t some kind of Fifty Shades of Grey event. Yes… I’ll admit it. I watched the movies, but I did NOT read the books. I prefer my terrible Twilight fanfiction to have actual Twilight people in it… It was a phase, okay. Anyway the reason this wasn’t like that was because, a, we’d had the barest amount of etiquette, and b, neither one of us pretended to know what we were getting ourselves into here. Ivy’s back hit the bed, and I kissed her furiously. Our teeth knocked together occasionally, but I didn’t care and it didn’t seem like she did either. I was too busy trying to steal the air from her lungs to check properly.
“Off,” she hissed, in the scant moments her mouth was free. For a moment I thought that she meant me, and unless she dropped the right word the Ivy was going to be real
