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" you get yourself into a lot of trouble there, green. "

she likes the look of his costume. it fits him well in all the right places. even the mask that outline his eyes, she's traced it with her fingertips, curious about how the edges line so well with his cheekbones. now, it is spattered with specks of his blood. a gash above his nose has finally clotted.

pam cleans it with a wet cloth. her finger dips into a jar of homemade salve and coasts gently over the open skin. she doesn't warn him of the burn he'll feel in short time. ( she does find it so funny, how these heroic types welcome her hurt. a little shared secret between those that know ivy personally. )

" i'll clean you up, but you know i don't do these things for free, handsome. " one finger draws from his lips straight in a line to his chest, curving until the nail leaves a little indention. there's always a price; hal's lucky pam accepts a ... variety of payment types.

they are a single tangled body of limbs connected at the center. almost pushed over the edge of the couch, pamela has her arms wrapped around his torso, nails digging into his skin, scars and all for her to trace. she can't stand to be away from his kiss. lips trail from his mouth to his ear to his neck, where she nibbles at the textured skin of every inch she can reach.

the woman groans with nearly each push; he stretches to her limits with a speed that is unforgiving and constant. pam can feel the jerk of her leg muscles with each passing moment and how obvious they must feel to the man in between. he laughs at one of her stronger reactions, hips pushed up to meet his in the middle, head thrown back and a wild flurry of red hair falls. " be patient. " he says, and one of his hands pushes her against the couch cushions.

their shower talks were some of her favorite. the sound of the water pouring overhead, how even the filtered water feeds her. they ask about each other's day, speak on future plans, and joke. today she stands against the wall while he maps the texture of her skin with his tongue. words aren't necessary.

her back is pressed against the tile wall, her legs move to wrap around his waist. he slips between her legs, arms holding her tight, hushing her groans of pleasure and pain with his mouth. " you can take it. " she knows, thank you, but she smiles at the praise.

pamela's fingernail scrape down his arm as her body is bounced in the air, now turned to be pounded by the waterfall shower. she pushes her arms over his shoulders, leaning in she can nip at his skin when ever in reach. kelly lifts ivy's frame constantly, slamming her back down on his waiting erection. he talks but she can't hear him well enough to make out the words. @cardiomyapathy

she always loved a challenge. graves' body could swallow her whole, and when the last frost of the season fades, she craves his heat. pamela squirms until he has her just below her hips, tucked between his knees. hands follow the curves of her body, thumbs pressed into the flesh of her thigh, moving only so fingers can stretch inside her cunt. she thinks of the perks of being a hydrated plant are so worth it here.

" we've been on this bed for an hour, " he moves only to press a kiss to her lips and pull his fingers from inside her. one rises & twirls. pam's lips twitch in the smallest of grins and she ACTUALLY, FOR ONCE, obeys the silent order. it is so hard to tell him no, especially when you don't want to.

the body beneath him rolls onto her stomach and he moves back for her to get comfortable. ivy presses her shoulder to the bed, turned so one hand can reach between her legs. she spreads as wide as possible, lurching forward when he pushes inside. her fingers slide over her clit; he buries into her, pulling out only to slam his hips against her ass. ivy can't help the muscle spasms in her legs as she shakes or that she might be summoning a deity with her screams for god. she's so close to erupting he feels her tremble.

pam's fingers quicken and he has found a fast, heavy pace. her hand loses its rhythm and the rest of her body follows, mouth loose as she screams and falls forward. her chest heaves and she feels wetness travel down her thigh and onto the sheets.

this time he gives no instructions but as he pulls out, ivy's hips are twisted fast, the rest of her follows suit, and she pumps on the man's cock until her chest is coated, and they're both spent. both fall back like lead rocks , him landing next to her wild hair, blossoms spreading to his own. ivy talks through heavy breathing.

in his arms are wilting stem and blossoms, long but thinning by the minute. she watches them lose color as he speaks. it's her favorite garden. the one outside his bedroom window with vivid lillies and a small beehive at the tree. she sees them, their little bodies, all piled up on the ground below. all that unnecessary death and he is the saboteur.

(she thinks he is. her sight is only rage and grief and it tangles together, displayed by the flashes of power across her face and down her incandescent, pale green skin.)

" this isn't what it looks like. "

hands ball into fists and the green below him rages. her python vines wrap around his arms and legs until he is held, suspended, high in the air. even her eyes have faded to black.