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Ivy
Unlike all the other Bases, Base one was nothing like I expected it to be. It was actually better. It was more of the kind of world I was brought up in. The world for the rich and classy, the prim and proper.
Now I understood why he never wanted to bring me here, he probably thought I'd judge him, or maybe kill him with questions.
But just like the outside, I have noticed this was another world of its own. We have the lower class, middle class, and the high class. I guess I fell in the middle class category... I really didn't care much about it, my heart wasn't in this dimension, and I didn't plan on staying long.
But- why not make a big deal about it, just to see him squirm.
I smirked internally, if that was possible.
"Discrimination." I spoke up the moment I got out of my car, causing him to look over at me.
"What?"
"Complete and utter discrimination." I said, looking straight at the beautiful buildings that lined up the street. His was a little bit extra, glass walls here and there... An iron like fence, No gate. Just a house with glass walls... The inside was bright, but blurry in a sense that, you wouldn't be able to see what's actually inside, but you could see a blur of what the house was supposed to look like. Beautiful than what used to be my home on the outside.
He sighed, coming to stand beside me. "Sorry I didn't bring you here sooner, I- I didn't want you to think exactly what you're thinking now."
My gaze swept up to his Emerald pools. "Right. So you get to live like the presidents son, and we get to live like workers."
He blinked. "It wasn't my choice. Glory would never let me stay anywhere else-"
"Lie that you don't think you're better than everyone else." I pressed.
He frowned. "Why would I think that? I don't care about all of this? I don't even crash here most times, cause it's too large for me alone. And when I do, it's Edith and I."
"So where do you crash most times?" I asked, turning to face him with a brows raised.
"Malcolms'. And why are you looking at me like that?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, I just had a thought."
"What thought?"
"I'm not telling." I smiled sweetly at him.
He scrutinized me with his gaze, before taking my cold hand in his warm ones. I took in a deep breath, still finding it difficult to comprehend this strange connection between the two of us.
If this was something natural, something that happened with every person with a chip, I'd know. Seeing as, I've touched other people in this dimension, and I honestly felt nothing. But when it came to Ethan, it's just so different.
Something about his presence was exciting... His presence, his touch, his smile, it all had different effects in my body.
Why?
Is there something else attached to this? Why do I feel immensely connected to him?
It's crazy, scary, exciting, and addicting.
I never want to be without it. I smiled up at him, as we both walked together towards his house.
When we got in, I took off his jacket, dropping it on his couch, while I admired the interior decorations, it wasn't anything basic, but it still looked classy in its own kind of way. One thing I noticed was how clean his house was, everything was so perfectly in place. "I never thought I'd ever see a TV so soon." I voiced out my thoughts.
I felt his arms come around me from behind, filling me up with his incredible warmth, I closed my eyes. "You can come here anytime you want." He murmured, placing a kiss below my ear. "There's no Netflix here though."
"No?" I asked. "No IncFlix too?" I smiled.
He chuckled, spinning me around to face him, my eyes flipping open. "Nope, I'm afraid the entertainment industry here sucks. I can as well connect it to IncLine, but I'm pretty sure you'd get bored watching stupid short videos of people being silly."
I snaked my hand around his shoulders. "It's fine... I didn't come here to watch movies after all. I came here to spend time with you. There's a lot we need to catch up on. I also wanna ask you some questions." I said, looking intently into his eyes.
He opened his mouth to give a reply when another voice cut in. "We have a full house tonight."
Our heads snapped to the direction of the voice, she stood just at the foot of the stairs, grinning from ear to ear, her slim figure adorned with a blue jean short unbuttoned an unzipped, but stood firmly on her small waist. Her top bra, covered everything it was supposed to be covering, and her thick full hair divided into four braids.
Edith was beautiful, no doubt.
I pulled softly away from Ethan.
"Tell me there isn't another guy inside my house." Ethan demanded.
Edith smiled sweetly at him. "Okay, there isn't."
His brows etched down in a frown, eyes flickering from her, to the top of the stairs then back to her. "Are you kidding me? I thought I told you no boys allowed."
She scoffed. "Relax idiot." She smirked, her eyes falling on me. "Hey Ivy, check this out." She said, walking over to me excitedly before pulling down the left side of her shorts, revealing to me the image of a-
I blinked, looking up at her. "You-you tattooed the Rebel-lions logo to yourself?"
She nodded. "It's so cool, really... I've always wanted to get a tattoo, but I've never been so sure on what it should be... When Rebel-lions came up, it was the perfect thing to ink on. You should get one too... Also, I missed the meeting, due to my job at the Purest sector, but Ralph showed me the video... Your speech was amazing, and I strongly believe, we all won't be here long." She smiled, a sparkle of hope in her eyes. "You and I have a lot of things to talk about, as I'd love to really know the girl who got my brother acting like a total angel."
I returned the smile, stealing a glance at a pissed off looking Ethan, before looking back at Edith. "Thank you, and yeah, I'm looking forward to talking to you to."
She nodded. "Trust me, we're basically families now. I uh- have a huge thing to get back to upstairs." She said, her eyes falling on Ethans'. "So if you both would excuse me." She smiled sweetly, her eyes swiftly moving to a direction in the kitchen.
It felt like she sped past me, but in reality, I knew she didn't, and with a blink, she was back by my side with two wine glasses and a bottle of what looked like red wine. "You kids have fun." She grinned, and with another blink, she was out of sight.
I stood there, my mind still trying to comprehend what had happened.
"She has the ability to teleport, but it's not exactly teleportation. She just looks at the place and take a step, she there... More like a fast running teleportation. Sometimes she only has to think of where she wants to be... And she's there."
"Like the Flash, but in a more, take a step and you're there."
"Yeah, you can say that." He mumbled.
"Whoa, that's kinda awesome... What the fuck, that's awesome! That's sick. A sick thing that's awesome." I said in awe, my brain still trying to piece it all together.
Noticing how silent he had gotten, my gaze met his. His brows were let down in a sad frown. "What's wrong?" I asked, closing the small distance between us.
He shook his head, managing a small smile. "It's nothing."
"Ethan." I called his name softly, my hand moving to caress the side of his face. "You can tell me anything."
He let out a deep breath. "I know." He said, taking my hand in his and looking down.
Just like that, it clicked. Fiona told me once that he didn't have any special abilities... Could he be feeling down because of it?
"You're special to me, you know that right?" I asked softly.
His beautiful eyes met mine in an instant. "You know, don't you?"
I nodded.
He sighed sadly, moving away from me. "Do you want anything to eat or drink? I can whip up-"
"No, I'm not hungry. We had dinner at the Rebel-lions hub remember?" He was trying to wave away the topic, but it stayed ever so present in the air, creating some kind of tension.
I really wanted to know what he was thinking.
He forced a smile to his face. "Wanna go up then?" He asked.
"Sure."
His room was- artistic. The minute I stepped in, my mind whispered to me that this room was by far the most beautiful part of his house.
A line sketch pattern painted the walls... Each un-sketched corner was like a blank sheet waiting for the pointy end of a sketch pencil.
My fingers traced the patterns in which the sketches formed. Each lines connecting to dots that if you looked closely, formed an image.
I blinked, a little bit confused.
I looked around the walls, noticing that the last corner had nothing on it, it was just a plain white wall, the lines from the other corners seemed to be making their way towards the blank area.
My eyes found his on me.
"You did this?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Yeah, it's not complete though, I uh- draw a pattern everyday." He said coming to stand beside me, his eyes at the blank wall. "I feel like each pattern represents every part of me, everything that has happened with and to me... When we were apart, I went really far with it."
"What do they lead to?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said. "It's lame right? I ruined the painting."
My eyes fell on his. "Are you kidding? This is amazing Ethan. It's unlike anything I've ever seen. And each line just... They look the same but- they don't feel the same."
He let out a shaky breath.
I knew he wanted to say something, but was taking his time.
After some minutes, he sighed. "It wasn't easy, growing up and expecting to have something to differentiate you from everyone else, growing up with someone who expects more from you, more than you were able to give." He said, his eyes on the blank wall.
"She expected so much from me, and at that time, I really didn't want to fail her, honestly, I wanted to make her really proud... cause, she was just like my Mom then."
"Glory?"
He nodded. "She didn't really mind though, she told me I was special either way... She was so good, so nice, she was my Mom... But I was too blind to see that all I ever did mean to her was some- some experiment gone wrong. Ever since then, all she'd ever tried to do was fix me... Ruining my life in the process, ruining the lives of everyone who comes into my life."
Ivy, now's the time to tell him about Glory.
He turned to me immediately. "Ivy, I'm really sorry about your Mom and Dad... If I'd known, I would have done something- I would have left you alone."
I shook my head. "Hey, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known."
"Still, if I didn't come into your life, Glory wouldn't have interfered in yours."
I wrapped my arms around him, placing my head against his chest. "You don't know how special you are." I looked up at him. "So what if you don't have a special ability? You're still special... than every other person in this Inc. You're still above all of them, they still look up to you. I still look up to you, I still love you. And so what if Glory was secretly disappointed? You're still here, the only diamond amongst the so called Goldens. You're special, brighter, you're everything I love, and want to be with. Nothing is ever going to change that... No matter what Glory does. We'll always find our way back to each other. Stuck, remember?"
He nodded. "But- there are somethings that I did... Some really awful things, I want to tell you but-- I know it's going to wreck this... I should tell you, but I'm not ready."
I smiled. "Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."
I'll tell you, Ethan... Just not now... Not now that I know somewhere, deep inside, you don't hate Glory, you just wished she was better, you just wished she really truly cared about you.
And she does, she really does.
He was hurting... Ethan Murray had so much baggage, so much weight on his shoulders. All I wanted was to take it away, take everything away.
I stood slightly on my toes, burying my fingers in his hair, before leaning in, and pressing my lips to his warm soft ones. I kissed him, with everything I had, I kissed him, channeling all the comfort I had in me, I kissed him with all the love I had for him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His warmth surrounding me like a really warm blanket, tingling my skin and calming my heart.
He lifted me, my legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist, as I parted my lips, giving him room to explore.
That moment, It felt like I could feel anything and everything, my heart thumping in rhythms my mind couldn't comprehend. With each wave of warmth, I fell even more in love with him, if that was possible. I wanted more, more with him.
I didn't realize it, but I felt my back falling on his soft bed.
He held himself up so he wouldn't crush me.
We pulled apart to catch our breaths, my eyes coming open to find his eyes, no longer the Emerald green I was used to, it was this striking blue. I got lost in it for a moment, it felt like I could see lightening every now and then, a brewing storm arising from every angle, each lightening made it glow even brighter... It was so beautiful.
He furrowed his brows. "What?" He asked.
I shook my head, unable to make out a sentence.
Then he blinked, and just like that, it was gone, back to the normal Emerald green.
"I overheard Malcolm say your chip was ten percent... What does that mean?" I asked, my mind suddenly pushing the question forward
He shook his head. "I don't think I want to talk about my chip right now, I haven't thought about it for days, and- and I don't want to think about it."
"What if-"
"I'm fine, Ivy. Honestly, I feel really fine. I promise, I'll explain how it works later, but not now." He said.
"Okay." I whispered as he claimed my lips again, my stomach jumping with excitement.
The kiss grew hotter, as he deepened it. His tongue moving sweetly against mine, taking his sweet time to explore, also sending my heart into a pumping mess, I gripped on his hair appreciatively, earning a low moan from him, sending shivers down my spine, to my lower belly, over to my core.
He took his lips from mine, kissing down my chin to my neck. This time, I gave a moan of my own, enjoying the feel of his soft lips on my skin.
At that moment, I wanted his lips on ever part of my skin, my mind basking in the amount of pleasure I would get from it.
My hand began to travel down his back, to the edge of his black T-shirt. I pulled at his shirt... For a moment, I thought he wouldn't let me, but he did, lifting himself up, and so did I, as I swiftly took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in his room before looking back at him.
Taking in a sharp breath, I swallowed, marveling at his firmly built and smooth beautiful chest, his abs outlined in such a way to have my mouth watering. "God you're hot." It was out before I could stop myself.
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he gazed down at me, his hand coming to smooth my hair from my face. "Well, I'm glad you got what you ordered." He shot me one of his heart stopping side smiles, revealing the cute dimple by his cheek.
At that moment, it felt like something had possessed me with boldness, cause the next step I took, was something I'd have never have the courage to do.
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Any thoughts on this strange connection between Ivy and Ethan? Do you think there's something more to it?
Also, do you think Ethan still cares for glory the way he once did?
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