the notorious house of black

[xandergreysxn-blog]

“— Lance punched me in the face, I think that mildly qualifies as showing me up as a jackass” Xander counters non to enthusiastically, rotating his jaw a little at the ache which still radiated from the light bruising. “Your parents actually handed the place over to you? Thought maybe you’d end up being middle age before they gave you a damn dime. Teaching though, that’s something? ASL, I assume? Less you got a degree I don’t know ‘bout.” 

[ivyblavk]

Ivy practically winced himself at the mention of the punch to Xander’s face. He didn’t think Lance would do something like that to him, but then again he didn’t really talk to the man all that much anymore. “Reluctantly, after I almost took them to court. Yeah, it’s mine now,” he spoke with a somewhat triumphant smile. He nodded along as Xander questioned what he was teaching, knowing it had to be obvious. “So, what are your plans now you’re back?”

[kwonxari-blog]

“Is it safe to drink four large cups of coffee after 32 hours without sleep and still want to make more, even when your eye is twitching and you’re seeing sound? Asking for a friend.”

[ivyblavk]

“I... Think your friend may want to have her blood pressure checked. To be safe.”

[briaremersxn-blog]

“I want you to kiss me,” Briar replies, the sound ghost like to her lips though it mattered little. He would be able to read the words even if she had no strength to make them so much as audible. Pushing up onto her toes, she steals a kiss, and then another, and another, peppering them, each one drawing out longer, diving deeper. A sweep of her tongue over the seal of his lips and she tastes him, chai lingering like a memory there. Her chest is heavy with her breaths when she falls back, always so reluctantly, to flat feet, smile winded and tinged with happiness. Whatever the ramifications of her next words are, she cares little, pulling him by the loops of his jeans flush to her. “I want you to fuck me however you want.” The words are one breath strung into another, no blush on her cheeks now but from the heat flushing across her skin from the lust sitting deep within her gut. Her hands, fingers still splayed at the taper of Ivy’s waist, push up, drawing with them the material of his shirt to expose lines of strong muscle; her eyes tracking the movement of his breaths. When her hand rest over the quick and heavy beat of his heart, nails scratching ever so lightly into his skin, Briar’s smile shows teeth. “You’re beautiful and I want you.”

[ivyblavk]

As Ivy read the words coming from her lips his heart fluttered, anxiety and nervous energy coming from him in waves. He wanted her. He wanted her a lot. But it had been so long that he wasn’t sure if he knew how to take what he wanted without instruction. Before he has too long to think about it and psych himself out of the whole situation he can feel a pair of lips on his own, the hand on the nape of the woman’s neck moving up to run through her hair as he returned the kiss eagerly, his tongue trailing over her lips just enough. Everything moves too fast, too quickly, and he’s being pulled flush against her body, dirty words spilling from her lips. He exhaled out shakily, swallowing thickly. “Okay...” Was all he could force out, his mind racing. Ivy wasn’t a virgin, he’d had sex before, plenty of times, but it’d just been so long for him that it may as well be his first all over again. Especially since he couldn’t help feeling intimidated by the older, more experienced woman. His body shivers with the way her cool touch trails along his warm skin, her nails adding to the sensation and he cant help leaning into it. “Bed,” he murmurs against her lips, leaning down so he can wrap his free arm around her thighs, lifting the woman and backing them up until his knees hit the mattress, lowering her own gently.

[theoxanderson]

Theo looked back at Ivy for a moment, taking in the way he motioned to him and then his ear. He didn’t understand for a second, instead raising his voice – “I said it’s like a monsoon out here,” he nearly shouted, getting slightly red in the face when he realized the guy couldn’t hear anyway. “Fuck – I’m sorry. I uh – I didn’t mean to yell,” he felt like an idiot, hoping he didn’t offend the stranger whose umbrella space he’d crashed. 

[ivyblavk]

Ivy didn’t have to have hearing to know that the man was shouting, noticing the crimson appearing on his cheeks when the other mean realized it, too. He gave him a smile, nodding in his direction. “Don’t you love it?” he questioned, practically grinning to himself as he looked around at the weather around them.

[moralestristan]

Tristan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and let out a nervous laugh. “I.. uh, might’ve just had a little more than usual today, just a little.” he said, pinching his index and thumb together. “Four. I’ve had four cups of coffee in one sitting and I’ve never felt more alive.” 

[ivyblavk]

Ivy watched the man from where he stood, amusement evident on his features. “Only four?” He teased with a smile, nudging the man. “You sleeping okay?”

[ivyblavk]

✆ Briar ⇁ Ivy

Briar: Not excuses. Reasons ❤

Briar: Figured it would be more polite then barging into your apartment

Ivy: If you want to see me all you have to do is ask

[briaremersxn-blog]

There’s a thought, the lightest strand of a doubt, that she doesn’t quite know what she’s getting herself into. Sex wasn’t any kind of mystery to Briar, she was confident enough in herself and her body to know that she was wanted in that way. Not to the point where other’s might come to label her as a slut, well perhaps but she didn’t dwell on it, but enough that she could quite confidently drop to her knees without a prompt to do so just of her own violation. But Ivy stands with eyes a touch too observing, unique and piecing through her coy little smiles with a nervous sort of energy. It’s enough to make her blush and self-doubt, scared somewhere deep in the back of her mind that she won’t be able to deal with having to leave when it was done. Or if she could take the expectation of her being asked to leave. Tongue flicking across the jut of her bottom lip, Briar leans into the gentle touch of his hand to the arch of her neck; sighing contently, breathe brushing the delicate bone of Ivy’s wrist. “I’ll let you know what I want-“ She says, finally, thumbs slipping under his shirt and pressing into soft skin over toned muscle. “And you let me know what you want.” Kicking her shoes off, she sinks a good three inches, craning her head up. “And we’ll make this good.”

[ivyblavk]

You could cut the tension around them with a knife, the anxiety and the nervous energy lingering in the air between them. Ivy didn’t know exactly what Briar had to be worried about, but he could tell by the flush that returned to her cheeks that it was there for her, too. He tried to keep his cool, breathing deep breaths through his nose and trying to pretend he couldn’t practically feel the way his heart was hammering away at his chest as he watched the words spill from the woman’s mouth. It felt like a game to him, who was going to break and lean in first, igniting that fire that was going to feed off the tension and push them forward with each other. But he didn’t know if he could do it, if he could be that guy who just takes what he wants. Especially since he didn’t actually know what he wanted. His mind was racing, too fixated on how not to fuck this up to realize just how petite the woman in front of him actually was. “What do you want?” Was all he could force out of his lips, his voice low as he tried to keep his gaze focused, trying not to appear as if he were a wide-eyed doe like he felt. 

[finebyrhi-blog]

“Hm. That’s a really good idea.” Rhiannon said with a smile, not even considering to turn it into an extra credit assignment. “And I bet they’d all do it anyway if it’s for extra credit. It’ll just reduce my guilt.”

[ivyblavk]

“That’s what I’m here for. Hopefully they’ll want to impress you,” he smiled, teasing the woman across from him slightly. “Any idea what you’re going to order?”

[briaremersxn-blog]

She wonders, however briefly, if his mind follows her own. Imagining all the little scenarios the confined space of the elevator could cater for. Skin now flushed a degree or three too hot, the thought of phantom touches alighting her nerves, she lets out a stuttering little breath. Ivy doesn’t act on any thoughts he might have, and she hadn’t expected to, the fact almost leaving her smile .Feeling far more heated then just a minute before, when the doors open into the open space of Ivy’s apartment, she shucks her coat onto a nearby chair and follows the heavy garment shortly after with her jumper. Left in only a cropped singlet, her hair brushes the base of her spine as she tilts her head to take in the high ceilings and windows, rotating on the ball of her foot in one graceful sweep. Feeling eyes on her, Briar looks over her shoulder and smiles, far too coy to be a grin, moving fully to face him and hook her fingers lightly through the belt loops of his jeans. “I like it. It’s very… Ivy. Though you could do with a potted plant, or two.”

[ivyblavk]

The air in his apartment was welcome and warm as the rustic elevator doors opened, revealing the space to his guest. He was glad as she seemed to make herself at home without waiting for his instruction, glad they could skip the awkward dance of her waiting for permission to do anything in his home. The fact she was so forward was something he liked about her a lot. Ivy took his own coat off only a moment after the woman, trying to keep his eyes from lingering on the curve of her lower back as she twirled freely around his apartment, a content smile curving his lips upward. “You think?” He questioned, his hands coming up to rest on the woman’s bare shoulders at her comment, looking down at her as the slight smile transformed into a smirk with the way her fingers hooked into his pants. Once again he found his mouth feeling too dry as the sudden realization of what could happen between them hit Ivy like a tonne of bricks, his breath shuddering with a deep inhale. He allowed his hands to move along the soft skin as some sort of distraction, his fingers trailing up the side of Briar’s slender neck and resting on the base, running through her hair gently.

[ivyblavk]

✆ Briar ⇁ Ivy

Briar: You owe me a coffee... no three coffees

Briar: and a hug

Briar: Blushing is too emotional for me

Ivy: Trying to make excuses to see me again?

[ivyblavk]

✆ Briar ⇁ Ivy

Briar: I don't blush

Briar: Much

Briar: it's al your fault if i do

Ivy: I'm happy to take the blame for that

[ivyblavk]

✆ Briar ⇁ Ivy

Briar: Don't be. Really.

Briar: You're too cute when you blush

Briar: it's reward enough

Ivy: cute isn't a compliment I usually get, so thank you

Ivy: I could say the same about you

[theoxanderson]

“Yeah, okay – yes, I love you too, dad. Goodbye,” Theo hung up the phone when he heard the loud clap of thunder above him, and he nearly jumped due to the surprise of it. “Shit,” he grumbled, and like the sky was laughing at him, the rain just started pouring down. He tried to hurry over towards the nearest shelter, nearly taking someone down as he jumped under an umbrella, “Fuck. Sorry,” he pushed his wet hair out of his face, “Nothing says Maine like a monsoon, right?”

[ivyblavk]

Ivy thrived in weather like this, relishing in the sound of the thunder he could just barely hear above him, smiling to himself as he heard the warning come from the sky just as the rain began to pour. What he wasn’t expecting however, was a stranger sharing his umbrella with him, the motion of the man knocking into him startling him. He held up his hand and shook his head with a smile, motioning that it was okay as he made out the word sorry from the other man’s lips. “Pardon?” He questioned, missing what the man had said as he motioned to his ear.

[ivyblavk]

✆ Briar ⇁ Ivy

Briar: I like dangling entertaining things out of your reach

Briar: It's a fun past-time of mine.

Ivy: I'm sorry?

[ariella-montague]

“You’re welcome.” Her smile was bright, emboldened by seeing him and others passing along kindness. “I’m sure the fact that you passed it on would be thank you enough for them. How are you today, other than exceptionally kind?”

[ivyblavk]

Ivy smiled warmly at the woman, nodding along in agreement. “I’m well, loving the weather. You?” He questioned, looking out the window of the cafe briefly. He loved it when it was gloomy and rainy.

[essie-xoxo]

She pulled her hand away, offering him a smile before she shrugged. “It’s easier for me to think out here. Sometimes when I’m inside I feel too cooped up and I can’t focus on anything. It’s… like I can’t breath? I know it’s weird, but I feel a lot more free out here. What are you doing out here?”

[ivyblavk]

“It’s not weird,” he said with a smile, trying to assure the woman than her feelings weren’t invalid. “If staring at the ocean makes you feel free then, don’t let anyone stop you.” Ivy paused for the moment, looking down as he scuffed the toe of his boot in the sand. “Had to get out of my office for a  while. Felt claustrophobic.” 

[briaremersxn-blog]

There is no fairy tale here, between the two of them, just the sharing of body heat and the heady rush of something which feels too shiny and new. This is not perfection, but perhaps she can convince it to be something close. Because real life isn’t sparks where they touch, or the feel of fireworks behind closed eyes. Real life is the chill down her spine as the breeze blows around them; it’s his lips, slightly chapped against her own, and the too quick beat of her own heart as she forgets momentarily how to breathe. Briar can feel his nerves like a tangible thing on the tip of her tongue, goading her to press closer, delve deeper, reassure him in the one way she knew how. Ivy was beautiful, from the segment of brown cutting through the blue of his eyes, down to the hearing aids her fingers brush against as they wind their way into his hair. It is a shame, that she can’t whisper the nothings which come to mind, can’t stay a breath close to him and say what she wants. To compromise, she leaves her fingers caught him in the long locks of Ihis hair; lips in a smile and kiss bruised. “We should go inside.”

[ivyblavk]

The hand on the woman’s waist snakes around her back, pressing her body flush against his own momentarily. Everything about this was new and unfamiliar to Ivy, and it made everything feel exciting. He was nervous, anxious, hell he was completely terrified, but it was hard to focus on that when he had Briar’s soft, cherry flavored lips pressed so firmly against his own. Eventually they pulled away, and it took everything he had not to lean back in again and pick up where they left off. His gaze flickered to his lips and he licked over his own, nodding at the blonde’s suggestion, knowing she was right. “I was trying but... Someone interrupted me,” he teased with a grin, leaning in to press a light kiss to the woman’s nose before he pulled his keys out of his back pocket, his shaky hands making short work of the lock and opening the door for the both of them. As they rode up in the elevator he wondered what it would be like if he pressed her against the wall there and then, a cold sweat appearing on his palms as he tried to not let himself get carried away in the thought. Instead he settled on adjusting his hearing aid, mostly for something to do to keep himself busy and his mind away from the inappropriate.