Rocky Road 5: Tomorrow
Title: Tomorrow
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Rocky road 5 (bedroom), malt (PFAH: Gina : with greener eyes).
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gina and Ivy.
Notes: Companion to For Now.
"I think this might be the girliest thing I've ever done," Ivy said.
Gina smiled down at the top of her lover's head. "Suck it up. And scoot back, I can't reach."
Obediently, Ivy scooted backwards until her back rested against the bed. She draped an arm over each of Gina's legs and leaned her head backwards. "Better?"
"Much," Gina said, and picked up the brush. "Tell me if I tug on it, okay?"
Ivy snickered. "Wouldn't be the first time you'd pulled my hair while I'm down here," she said, then yelped. "Ouch! Tugging!"
"That was on purpose," Gina said, sternly, but she was grinning. "Anyway, you're facing the wrong way for that."
"I could turn around," Ivy said. "You know. Just a suggestion."
"Later."
"Is that a promise?" Ivy asked, but she was already melting into the gentle brushstrokes, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Oh. Oh, that feels nice."
Felt nice on Gina's end, too. Ivy flatly refused to wear makeup, and she sometimes didn't bother shaving her legs, but she was very proud of her hair, and it showed in the care she took with it. It ran like water through Gina's fingers. Needed a trimming, though. "Your split ends are coming back."
"Curse the bastards," Ivy said, without any real heat or even energy in her voice.
"If you'd get your hair trimmed more than once a year," Gina began, but Ivy made a pleading noise deep in her throat and she stopped, even stopped brushing.
"I don't like hairdressers," Ivy said, oblivious to the heat that had begun to coil in Gina's belly. "They always want to cut it short. Like, pageboy short. I'm like, I don't think so, I look enough like a boy as it is."
"You look nothing like a boy," Gina said. Her voice came out deeper, rougher, more ragged than she had intended.
Ivy tensed, between her legs, then deliberately relaxed again, bringing the full length of her back against Gina, tilting her head back against Gina's stomach. "I'm glad you think so," she said-- no, she purred. "Are you finished brushing my hair yet?"
"No," Gina said, just to be contrary, and was rewarded with a laugh. "But," she added, combing her fingers through the hair at Ivy's temples, "I could be persuaded to do the rest later."
"Good," Ivy said, and turned liquid-fast, rose on her knees and kissed Gina before Gina really knew what was happening.
But that was all right, she thought, as she let herself fall back onto the bed and pulled Ivy with her. She could finish the brushing later.
After all, there was always tomorrow.
Main Story: In The Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Rocky road 5 (bedroom), malt (PFAH: Gina : with greener eyes).
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gina and Ivy.
Notes: Companion to For Now.
"I think this might be the girliest thing I've ever done," Ivy said.
Gina smiled down at the top of her lover's head. "Suck it up. And scoot back, I can't reach."
Obediently, Ivy scooted backwards until her back rested against the bed. She draped an arm over each of Gina's legs and leaned her head backwards. "Better?"
"Much," Gina said, and picked up the brush. "Tell me if I tug on it, okay?"
Ivy snickered. "Wouldn't be the first time you'd pulled my hair while I'm down here," she said, then yelped. "Ouch! Tugging!"
"That was on purpose," Gina said, sternly, but she was grinning. "Anyway, you're facing the wrong way for that."
"I could turn around," Ivy said. "You know. Just a suggestion."
"Later."
"Is that a promise?" Ivy asked, but she was already melting into the gentle brushstrokes, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Oh. Oh, that feels nice."
Felt nice on Gina's end, too. Ivy flatly refused to wear makeup, and she sometimes didn't bother shaving her legs, but she was very proud of her hair, and it showed in the care she took with it. It ran like water through Gina's fingers. Needed a trimming, though. "Your split ends are coming back."
"Curse the bastards," Ivy said, without any real heat or even energy in her voice.
"If you'd get your hair trimmed more than once a year," Gina began, but Ivy made a pleading noise deep in her throat and she stopped, even stopped brushing.
"I don't like hairdressers," Ivy said, oblivious to the heat that had begun to coil in Gina's belly. "They always want to cut it short. Like, pageboy short. I'm like, I don't think so, I look enough like a boy as it is."
"You look nothing like a boy," Gina said. Her voice came out deeper, rougher, more ragged than she had intended.
Ivy tensed, between her legs, then deliberately relaxed again, bringing the full length of her back against Gina, tilting her head back against Gina's stomach. "I'm glad you think so," she said-- no, she purred. "Are you finished brushing my hair yet?"
"No," Gina said, just to be contrary, and was rewarded with a laugh. "But," she added, combing her fingers through the hair at Ivy's temples, "I could be persuaded to do the rest later."
"Good," Ivy said, and turned liquid-fast, rose on her knees and kissed Gina before Gina really knew what was happening.
But that was all right, she thought, as she let herself fall back onto the bed and pulled Ivy with her. She could finish the brushing later.
After all, there was always tomorrow.