Who: Ivy Montgomery & John Dawlish (sort of) When: February 3, 2004 Where: Dreamland What: Ivy has a dreadfully awkward dream about her best friend Rating: HIGH Status: Logged, Complete
Her arms had been pinned up over her head and Ivy moaned as his mouth teased her full breasts. She groaned out, fighting against the hold he had on her, desperate to dig her nails into his back, to cling to him. "Hurry, please," she begged him. She'd waited for this moment for so long, years even. Every long night, ever inside joke, every sparring match had all lead them to this moment. Ivy was on fire with need.
The bed seemed to go on forever. Ivy felt the silky sheets under her skin. They were so much nicer than the polka dotted ones she had at home. Ivy yanked against his grip once more, a low growl of frustration escaping her throat. "Let me touch you, please."
Wrapping her legs around him, Ivy used the very lessons he taught her and flipped them over, a smirk on her lips. "You took too long," she told him before pressing her lips to his and lowering herself down on him slowly, sighing with pure bliss as he filled her. Gods, it had been too long.
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It was the last place that John had ever imagined himself, even if, if he was honest, the thought had crossed his mind more than a couple of times back when they'd worked together. But she had always lusted after Max, and he'd-- well, he'd been John. It wasn't as though John had ever been known by his reputation as a lady's man, and considering his looks, it likewise wasn't as though that was something that particularly surprised him.
So to have Ivy before him now, spread out on the bed… it was no wonder that he was taking his time, wanting to memorize every curve of her body lest this moment disappear.
At her flipping him over, however, he couldn't help but laugh.
"What can I say? You disarm me like no one else," he said, though his voice was robbed of him the second she sank down on him, John groaning as his hands moved to her thighs, running up and over her hips to her delicious little waist.
"Merlin, you're exquisite."
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She paused for a moment, resting atop of him, trying to wrap her mind around how good John felt inside of her. She would have never thought about him in this way before, but maybe she'd been a fool. He was unlike every other man she'd been with before in the best of ways.
Smiling down at him, Ivy leaned over to brush her lips against his. "Say more things like that." Her hips moved against his then, rising and falling slowly, suddenly in no rush at all.
His cock was perfect, Ivy decided. Each time she moved her hips she could feel him throb within her. His hands on her waist were gentle, yet strong. It had taken her far too long to see the potential in John and Ivy hated herself for denying them both this moment for so long. "What happens when I beg you to fuck me, John?"
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"We wouldn't want your head to get too big..." he chided somewhat playfully, his hand running up into her hair with a soft sigh as he marveled at her. She really was completely brilliant, John eagerly leaning into her to return the kiss as his fingers tangled in her hair to keep her close even as his other hand tightened its grip on her hip.
Chuckling against her lips, he pulled back a bit to roll them back over with a grin just this side of self-satisfied.
"What happens? I wonder..." Pulling back out of her almost completely, he thrust into her to the hilt with a soft grunt. "I imagine I fuck you… a little like this." He repeated the action, unable to help but smile. "But that would require you to beg me, wouldn't it?"
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"Why not? You get to have one right now," she teased back. Ivy lost herself in the kiss, her eyes closing and her hands holding onto his shoulders. She needed to be properly kissed like that. She needed to feel wanted and she couldn't quite remember why. A nagging voice in the back of her head was trying to speak, but Ivy wasn't interested,
Shrieking a giggle as he flipped them over, Ivy playfully hit John's shoulder. "You ass," she said with a laugh. But the laugh died on her lips the moment John thrust into her. Instead she moaned loudly, any sign of playfulness vanishing from her face and replaced with pure and deep desire.
"Fuck me," she said softly. "Just like that, please, John." It had been so long, Ivy thought. She wanted to feel again and, fuck, John Dawlish of all people was making her feel really good right then. "Please, love. Fuck me."
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"I do, do I?" he marveled, another soft chuckle leaving him. He could likely survive solely on those moans from her for the rest of his life if he wanted to, John smiling softly as he brushed his lips against the soft skin of her cheek, along the line of her jaw, down to her throat… she really was truly lovely.
And the begging just made things all the more appealing, John pulling back with a knowing smile, brow cocked as he looked between them before repeating the motion. Almost all the way out… and back in all at once with a soft grunt of satisfaction.
"Like that?"
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"Yes," Ivy hissed. "Like that." She hated him for taking his time, though she couldn't blame him for it. Her body was damn near shivering with need. All she needed was for him to stop dicking around and fuck her properly. She wanted to come for him, to scream his name as he pushed inside of her over and over.
Tangling their legs together, Ivy pulled John down for a long, slow kiss. Her hips moved against his, impatient as ever. She wanted to show him how good she was. Fighting and fucking were the only two things Ivy had any damn talent for and John already knew what a brilliant fighter she was. "But don't stop, please. I want to come for you," she whispered against his lips. "I need to more than I've ever needed anything."
Kissing him against, Ivy squeezed herself around John's cock, a low groan of satisfaction caught in her throat.
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Feeling more confident than he likely ever had before, he took his time with the kiss, John hitching up her legs to wrap about his waist as he slowly began to fuck her-- the motion torturous at first, likely-- before speeding up to thrust into her in earnest.
She wanted to come for him? Then he'd make that happen, John's thumb moving to her clit as he groaned, eager to tease her to the point of completion.
He might not have been very experienced in the sack, but what he'd lacked in experience he'd been intent on making up for through thorough research, and considering her current state… it showed just how much that research had been worthwhile.
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The cries, whimpers, and moans coming from Ivy said all that needed to be said about how she felt. John was fucking her perfectly, teasing her exactly how she needed to be teased. Any witty comments or teasing she may have thought were lost. All she could do was allow him to easily play her body like a goddamn violin, drawing out each perfect note of satisfaction. "More," she managed to groan, between shouts of his name and loud, high pitched cries of pleasure.
Ivy felt herself flying towards release. The pressure within was rapidly building and she knew, she just knew, that coming for John was going to be incredible. "John," she moaned loudly. "John! Oh fuck!"
Little did Ivy know in her present state that all of this, the immense pleasure, the exquisite sensation was nothing more than a dream. Her mind was playing out a hot, passionate scene, but her body was slumped over her desk at the Ministry having fallen asleep during a midnight shift.
But in her dream, Ivy was just about to come for John. Each thrust of his hips against her sent her closer to the edge. His thumb pressing against her clit was driving her mad. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried out. "Oh fucking hell, John I'm going to.. Oh! OH!" Ivy came for him, gasping in surprise as she felt the immense pleasure overtake her.
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In reality, John was none the wiser of Ivy's dreams, even if she did seem to be enjoying herself napping at her desk. It was almost a shame that he felt responsible for waking her up, and he sighed as he moved his hand to her shoulder.
"Ivy? Didn't get enough sleep last night?" He could only imagine. She'd had it fairly rough of late, and if there was anything he could do to help her out, he only hoped that she knew she could come to him for anything, even if it was just advice or a shoulder to cry on.
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Being pulled back into reality was slow. She felt the dream around her slip away, replaced by the smell of stale coffee and the sound of rustling paper. Ivy sat up and blinked a few times, trying to orientate herself to the present. Right. Work. Ministry. Night shift. Okay, awkward dream in the worst place imaginable. And… oh fucking hell.
Of all the people in the entire Ministry, the one who manages to wake her up is the one she was just fucking. That was perfect. "Merlin's ass," she groaned and dropped her head back to her desk, her face suddenly turning a rather vivid shade of pink. "Hey, John," she muttered. "You're here late."
Seriously? John. She just dreamt about having sex with John. There were gorgeous blokes all over the place that she didn't know a damn thing about, would never see again, but no. Her bloody mind chooses her best friend and a man she looked up to. That was just perfect.
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John felt himself shrug. "It happens, I'm afraid. Couldn't be helped. Case came up that couldn't wait..." But even he had to admit to his own exhaustion in that moment, John running his hand over his face as he yawned.
"Either way, I'm just about headed out… want to come out to grab a pint with me?" It only seemed appropriate-- and would likely serve to get her out of the house for once, too. She could do with some socialization of late, after all. And if he could be there for her in some way… hell, he'd take it.
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No, no no. She did not want to go get a drink with John. It was impossible to not see him all naked and oh, god. Ivy groaned again, trying to mask it with a yawn. But, at the same time, she couldn't say no. John was her best friend and she'd a bit of a hermit every since--
Sighing, Ivy sat up and donned the fake smile she'd been wearing for months. But the moment she looked at John's face, Ivy practically felt him thrusting into her again. Sweet Helga. Nope, this was never going to happen. Not until she found some way to scrub her entire brain out with soap.
"Um, thanks, but… I think maybe I should head home. Don't want to be slow tomorrow, you know? Besides, people think I'm sucking up when I hang out with the boss." Ugggh wrong choice of words. Ivy felt her face flush again ad barely resisted the urge to run from the office.
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Ivy looked… ill. Needless to say, the look on John's face was one of nothing but concern, blinking as he only barely resisted the urge to feel her forehead to see if it was as warm as it looked.
"... all right." He only hoped that she was telling the truth and not actively avoiding him as she had been all social mores and responsibilities save for the precise minimum. "You'd tell me if something was wrong, right? If you need anything? If you're feeling sick… you know it wouldn't hurt you to take a day or two off."
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"No, I can't take time off." Work was truthfully the only thing that kept her going lately. She'd used her job to drown out the sadness she'd been carrying with her for months. "I'm not sick, I promise." A slight edge of panic crept into Ivy's voice, terrified that John would have her department head send her home for a few days. She knew he was only looking out for her, but being alone would be the worst thing for her.
"I'm just tired," she said, trying to reassure him. "It's late, that's all. I'm going to head home, get some sleep." Gods, this was hell. If her dream had been about anyone else, Ivy would've been able to brush it off. But John? She was so embarrassed about it all.
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The worry in her voice only seemed to serve for his mind to double-down on his concern, but even if he felt it, he certainly didn't bring up, John sighing as he gently patted her shoulder with a frown.
"All right. Go home, get some sleep. And let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
Pulling back, John began to get his things together to head on home. It would have to do, for now. He could only hope that she'd actually go to him for help if she needed it.
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Grabbing her bag, Ivy forced another smile on her face as she frantically stuffed a few files inside. "I'll see you tomorrow all bright eyed and bushy tailed," she said quickly. There it was again. Dammit. The image of of John's mouth on her breast. Her cheeks flushed again and Ivy wondered if she could obliviate herself. It was a tempting option.
"Sorry," she mumbled as she brushed by him, hurrying towards the exit. "Sorry, John. G'night."