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[blindingtrust]

Ivy had been on her way back from a somewhat high brow dinner she had been invited to. So her hair was done up nicely and she was wearing white to throw people off balance a little. Even the shawl wrapped around her shoulders was white and very thin like a spider's web.

But suddenly she isn't in Gotham. She frowns and sniffs the air. This must be the Nexus. So she keeps walking and stops when she hears a loud rumble. Crap. She starts backing up and feels something drop right behind her. A tail of some kind?

"Why hello, miss," a loud somehow cultured voice says from somewhere above her. "I hope you don't mind but I do enjoy the company."

"I---" Oh she does mind. But now she's too nervous to say anything. That sounds like a dragon. And suddenly she’s very nervous and wants to get away now!

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[bladeinthecrowd.livejournal.com]

Though her complete opposite, it would quite possibly surprise her to learn all the little intricacies of Altaïr. He wasn't all fight and kill. There was the softer side to his purpose in life. But that was for another time.

At the moment Altaïr was content to grab what he could and hold on tight. Thankfully not literally. His mouth hovered over Ivy's skin with a reluctance practically palpable in the air. But he waited even so.

His head ducked lower, following her neckline down to her shoulders. There he hesitated again, and after a long moment of simply breathing he kissed her skin lightly at the soft area just between shoulder and neck.

The hand she had kissed earlier wrapped itself around her hand and started to massage it gently. His lips worked their way back up her neck and planted a shy kiss at the corner of her mouth.

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Ivy made a soft noise. It was a happy one because while she was surprised it was the good kind. Not the kind that would end with her ting to throw Altair on the ground and fleeing.

Of course once his mouth meets the corner of hers she reaches over with her free hand to touch the side of his face then presses a warm kiss to his mouth. The kind that could almost be mistaken for attempting to suck his soul out. But she isn't trying to, really. This is his fault. Seriously.

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Altaïr is surprised only really by the fierceness of the kiss. He had never quite realized the female creature could be so... aggressive. He briefly wondered if the fact of Ivy being just so *different* from most women in his world was what caused him to be so attracted to her.

It takes little time for the Assassin to respond to her kiss with his own pressing back. His hold on her only tightens as he tries desperately to get closer to their already touching bodies.

[blindingtrust.livejournal.com]

Well Ivy isn't a passive creature. When she wants something she tends to go for it.

Ivy is more than happy to get as close as she can to him. A small part of her mind hopes that they don't knock each other over then again, she wouldn't mind that too much.