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- TheStarryEyedDreamer
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Ivy woke up with her head resting on his chest. She was freezing cold still but she had slept soundly all night and the sun was beginning to warm her face. His chest was hard against her head and she could feel his warmth against her body. His steady breathing was making her head rise and fall with his chest. She looked up, he was awake.
"Morning." He said, still looking off into the distance; watching the sunrise.
Ivy sat up and they sat there for a while, not speaking, just being. They watched the sunrise. It had to be about 5am. Once the sun was low in the sky, Derek stood up and stretched.
"Let's get you home hey?" he said, offering her a hand.
She took it and he helped her up. She was stiff from spending the night on a park bench, something that was thankfully a first for her. Derek walked her home, they didn't speak, they just walked and enjoyed the rising sun, warming their faces.
When they reached Ivy's apartment block she turned to him.
"Do you- "she hesitated. "Do you want to come up?"
"Ivy... you know what happened- "he started.
She cut him off "I know, look, I just don't really want to be alone right now and there isn't exactly anyone I can call about all of this."
He sighed. "Ok. I guess I can come up for a little bit, but you should go to school today. And I have to go back to the church. My performance has been... less than satisfactory lately."
She smiled weakly and then set off toward the elevator.
Derek sat on Ivy's couch, feeling less than comfortable. Her apartment was squeaky clean, from the carpet to the ceiling, everything was spotless. He frowned, it didn't look like a typical drunk one-night stand scene.
"What are you frowning at?" She asked, catching his expression.
"Well, you know, just how clean your place is." He said.
She chuckled, "That's a problem now is it?" She asked.
"No, I'm just slightly confused, you know, with what you said about..." he began.
Ivy sighed. "Yeah, well, it was a mess - believe me. So I got it cleaned, you know, professionally, while I was out yesterday." She shrugged. "They did a good job I guess."
Ivy was standing at the kitchen counter, making coffee for both of them. He sat awkwardly and looked out the window of her high rise apartment, at the city that stretched out beneath them. It was quiet and grey in the 6.00 morning light.
Suddenly Derek's eyelid's felt heavy as lead. The night on the bench had been peaceful, but less than satisfactory. A late night and an early start - something that had never agreed with him. Ivy was busy trying to get her underused coffee machine to work and Derek decided it couldn't hurt to just close his eyes for a minute...
By the time Ivy had cleaned out her coffee machine and replaced the filter and refilled the milk and coffee beans in it, Derek was asleep. She had been surprised when she turned around and found him fast asleep on her couch. She had almost laughed. Guess he didn't sleep well on park benches either.
She decided that if he was going to take a nap, then she would too. He couldn't make her go to school if he was asleep. She smiled and discarded the two coffees she had fixed. She went to her room, slid into her tank top and sleeping shorts, drew the curtains shut and curled up under the warmth of her covers. Within seconds of laying down she was snoring soundly.
When Derek awoke it was shortly after midday. He cursed himself for falling asleep and quickly made a phone call to minister Clark. He told him he was under the weather and minister Clark was less than pleased. Derek was pretty sure he was going to get fired. If ministers could even get fired. He realised he didn't actually know if ministers could get fired, it wasn't exactly something that popped up in conversation. Or maybe it was that ministers just didn't get fired and so no one ever thought to tell him. Derek frowned.
Suddenly he needed to pee. He wondered how long it had been since he had actually been to the bathroom. He glanced around, wondering where the bathroom was. Ivy was probably at school. He didn't want to wonder around her apartment and sticky beak while she wasn't here but he needed to find the bathroom.
He got up and headed for a door in the corner of the room. It squeaked open, revealing a minimally decorated bedroom, with a messy unmade bed. The curtains were drawn but enough light shone through that he could clearly tell it was Ivy's room. There was a large queen sized bed in the middle of the room, flanked by two bedside tables, each sporting plain white lamps with light grey shades. The walls were light grey and the bedspread was black with slightly lighter sheets. There was a dresser opposite the bed, a few feet from the doorway where Derek stood. Picture frames lined the top of it and clothes were strewn messily across the room. He couldn't help but notice a pair of lacy black lingerie a few feet from the door.
His mind immediately dressed her in them, his imagination going wild. He could feel blood rushing beneath his belt just at the thought of her wearing them. He tried to calm himself down. He needed a bathroom, then he would leave Ivy's apartment and go home.
In the opposite corner of the room, right next to the closet, was a door. That had to be a bathroom. Derek started toward it. Now, if he had of taken the time to wake himself up properly and if he wasn't still groggy from sleep, he may have noticed the tell-tale light shining out from underneath the door. He may have heard the faint noises from the other side of the door or at least thought to knock and not just assume Ivy was at school.
But he didn't. He grabbed the cold metal handle and pushed the door open. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared. His mouth fell open and he froze. Behind the glass of the shower door, stood a fully naked Ivy. She was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. The curve of her breasts and hips and ass. Her long, slender legs and sun tanned skin. Her full, round breasts and perfectly shaped ass. He couldn't move. He just stood there and stared with awe.
Suddenly she saw him. At first she froze.
Then suddenly finding her voice she yelled. "What the fuck?!"
She quickly wrenched the tap off and stepped out of the shower, pulling a plush white towel off the rail and wrapping it around her.
Suddenly Derek came to his senses.
"Shit, I'm so sorry- I was just looking for the bathroom. I- I... Sorry. I thought you went to school." His words practically tripped over themselves and came out as unintelligible mumbling.
He quickly backed out of the room and closed the door. He just stood there, feeling stupid and embarrassed. He could feel his cheeks had flushed hot red, but worst of all? He had a huge boner.
He was turned on it hurt. It felt like his pants would explode. He wanted to leave, just run all the way back to his place and never come back. But he had ditched her enough times without explanation and he knew she would never forgive him if he did that again. He sat down on her bed and put his face in his hands, ashamed.
Ivy stood there in shock. She wasn't sure what to do. The way he had stared at her... Like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It confused her. She knew she was good looking, guys hit on her all the time, but they never looked at her like that. Not even when they saw her naked. His face was taken over by a mixture of pure lust and awe. She could see the huge boner in his pants the moment she saw him through the foggy glass of the shower.
She knew she had to go and talk to him. Though given his record of ditching her, she wasn't sure if he was even still here or not. She took a deep breath, wrapped the towel tightly around herself and pushed the door into her bedroom open.
He was sitting on the bed. He looked up when he heard the door open. Despite everything, she almost laughed. He looked like a puppy that had just been caught peeing on the carpet. His face was a mixture of guilt and shame. There was still a huge bulge in his pants and she couldn't help but stare a little at how big it was, even under his grey slacks.
