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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my third story using this pairing that I have posted. I have to thank my Beta, Dru for going over it and the first person to ever give me feedback, Marsha Andosca. I dedicate this story to you two. Thank you both very much. If you'd like to give feedback you can at sims2472@yahoo.com
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Trust Issues
By J. Sims


I am not a happy witch. I am a royally pissed off witch. You may be asking what could turn Rachel Morgan, the runner who faces down demons, weres, and even rich arrogant elves, whose life always seems to have a new crisis every week, in to a pacing pissed off witch that turned hard glances at her living vampire roommate and girlfriend.

It started this morning when I woke up alone in Ivy's bed, which I should call ours since we sleep together in her room, with no note, no explanation. I got up put on the black silk robe Ivy got me and found the church empty. Ivy was nowhere to be seen, so was Jenks, our pixie landlord and back up. I was starting to get worried until Matalina came in and told me he and Ivy were on a Run, a Run that they apparently didn't need my help with or want me to know about. I was hurt at first then slowly began to get angry as the day wore on, spending my time making amulets and studying my spell books, looking for anything new that might be helpful in the future.

It was late at night when they got back and once I caught sight of Ivy, dressed in a black-mini skirt, knee high boots, and a black shiny tube top under a short leather jacket, her long raven locks with golden tips in a ponytail, I became mad. She looked like…I didn't want to even think of what she was pretending to be but the look in her eyes told me I was half right. Jenks was hovering next to Ivy, dust falling heavily from him as he saw the murderous look in my eyes.

"Sorry, Tamwood, you're on your own from here," Jenks said dashing away fast.

He was smart for leaving; Ivy not so much as she just stood in front me in a relaxed manner.

"Hi, honey. I'm home," Ivy, said lightly, a small soft smile on her face.

Ivy has smiled and become warmer, joking more ever since we became a couple. On any other day I would have laughed and hugged her, maybe even taken advantage of her outfit, if she had told me about her Run to begin with. I just crossed my arms and continued to glare at her.

"Now is not the time to be cute, Ivy," I said coldly, "Now is the time to explain to your girlfriend, the woman you claim to love and trust, where you were, what the Run was, and why the hell you are dressed like that."

Ivy looked away then moved into the kitchen where she pulled the chair out from in front of her computer. She positioned it facing the island counter and sat down, back straight and hands clasped in her lap. She knew she was in trouble and looking at her now, sitting in that chair like a girl sent to the principal's office, it seems she was going to play the part.

"I thought I made it clear," I stated with narrowed eyes, "This is not the time to be cute."

"You're going to get mad," Ivy, said softly, lowering her head.

"Check your radar, Ivy," I shouted angrily, "I'm already mad!"

Ivy looked up at me with sorrowful eyes. I wanted to rush over there and hold her, kiss her, and apologize for shouting at her. I would have done that if it weren't for the fact that I have nothing to apologize for. I'm not the one keeping secrets right now. I've done nothing wrong.

"Okay, Rache," Ivy said, letting out a long sigh, "I'll tell you. All I ask is you don't interrupt. You can glare at me all you want, just don't."

"Fine," I scoffed, interrupting her as I leaned against the island, my arms crossed under my chest, my cold hard stare lessening but not the murderous gleam in my eyes as I prepared myself for Ivy's explanation.

It was the explanation that sent me from being mad, to being pissed.

Ivy was apparently on a Run, tracking a pack of rogue weres that were harassing human businesses in a small area for a developing company. The weres had hired a low blood living vampire as entertainment after their busy day. Ivy was going to take her place, get them liquored up, and then find the proof. It took a lot of booze and apparently a strip tease and a few lap dances before she could find Jenks, who was already searching for the proof needed to bust the weres since the humans were too frighten to go to the I.S or F.I.B. I would have gone to the F.I.B; they would have actually gotten off their asses and done something. Ivy got what she needed, handed it over to Edden, captain of the F.I.B, and then came home.

"That's all that happened, Rache," Ivy said in a pleading tone, "I swear to you."

"I'm supposed to believe you now," I laughed, stopping my pacing and turning to face her, still sitting in the chair.

"Yes," Ivy stated strongly.

"Let me get this straight," I began in a calmer tone, "You pretend to be a stripper and actually perform for a bunch of drunken grabby handed weres. You perform a few lap dances for them and you expect me to believe that that's all that happened."

"I stripped. I gave a few of the still conscious ones lap dances. That's all," Ivy repeated just as calm as me.

"Yeah right," I scoffed, turning my back to her.

I soon found myself being turned around and staring in to Ivy's eye's, a thin circle of cinnamon brown around her black expanded pupils. Ivy gripped my upper arms and stared hard in to my eyes.

"Nothing happened, Rachel," Ivy declared strongly, "They did want a little more action but I."

"You what?" I asked angrily.

"I promised them a night they'd never forget, next time," Ivy replied softly.

I looked at her in disbelief as I began shaking, trying to get her off me but Ivy wouldn't let go of me. She had to know that would send me even further in to rage and it did. I wanted to track down the weres and blast their sorry asses in to the Ever After; I was also considering the same punishment for Ivy but knew I could come up with something eviler, more gruesome if I tried. Right now I wanted to get away from Ivy.

"Get off me," I shouted, "Now! Let me go!"

"Rachel," Ivy said in her soft silky voice.

"Let. Me. Go," I ordered, my eyes watering with unshed tears.

Ivy slowly let me go and took a step back, her head lowered and breathing harsh. I had upset her and right now I didn't care. I am the victim here. I know that ever since we became roommates that I had an unwelcome power over Ivy. A word, a gesture, even a look from me could cause Ivy pain. We're a couple now and I still have that power. I have tried hard not to do anything that would make her question my feelings for her.

"Ivy," I said in a soft tone, "I'm hurting and angry right now."

"And it's my fault because I had to do my job," Ivy interrupted.

"Forget it," I replied, walking out of the room. I was trying to explain myself and she was being defensive, which I didn't need right now.

Ivy used her vamp speed to block my way, looking at me patiently with her hands clasped behind her back.

"The reason I'm hurt and angry, Ivy," I began to explain in a soft tone, looking at my socks rather then Ivy, "You are the one person, besides Jenks, that I trust with my life. I love you and I know you love me too. We're partners. You should have told me what you were planning."

I tend to react not plan but Ivy; she plans every run down to the smallest detail. She must have known she wouldn't be able to drug their drinks and neither would Jenks. That left only one thing for her to do, use her tall hot sexy body to over-stimulate their already inebriated state. I get that and would probably do the same thing in her place, if I were desperate.

"And if I had, what would you have done?" Ivy asked with a knowing smirk on her face I just wanted to slap off.

"I would have tied you to the bed, gone to the weres and hit them with my sleepy time charm splat gun, then gottten the evidence," I answered without hesitation.

"And why would you do that?" Ivy asked in a soft tone, "Knowing you would have been out numbered and out muscled."

I closed my eyes and looked away as I whispered, "Because you're mine. I don't want anybody, especially some horny weres looking at you that way, seeing you naked. I would have gauged their eyes out."

"Which is exactly why I didn't tell you, dear heart," Ivy replied, wrapping me up in a tight embrace, "It had nothing to do with not trusting you. Rachel, you hold my heart in your hands everyday. You are the only one I trust with it. I trust that you will save my soul. I trust you, Rachel."

I buried my face in her chest as I began to sob softly from Ivy's warm, loving words. I trusted her too and I would save her soul. Ivy was my life, the one thing that kept me sane through all the weird and twisted turns my life seemed to take. I needed her, just the way she is.

"I do love it though," Ivy whispered softly in to my ear, "When you get all possessive. Makes you even more sexy."

"You're still in trouble," I laughed as an idea for payback crossed my mind, "What are you going to do to make it up to me?"

"Whatever my dear heart wants," Ivy replied honestly.

"I was hoping you'd say that," I said wickedly as I looked up at Ivy, an evil twinkle in my eye that scared and aroused her at the same time.

"Rachel," Ivy groaned from her seated position in the sanctuary, straining against the cuffs that bound her wrists. I knew if Ivy really wanted to she could easily break free but she agreed to do whatever I wanted in order to make up not telling me about her Run.

I ignored her and continued to grind my panty-clad butt into her center as I gave her my own lap dance, knowing how crazy this would drive Ivy. She loved touching me, now that she was finally able to without having to fight her instincts. It could be placing her hand on the small of my back, brushing up against me, or holding my hand. Having me grinding against her in my panties and silky camisole, unable to touch me, I knew this was the perfect payback. The only problem was it was also driving me crazy with need. This is why I don't plan.

"This is only the beginning, Ivy," I said in a husky tone, "Just wait until you see what I have planned in the bedroom."

"Rachel," Ivy moaned, "I am begging you. I'm so sorry. I promise to tell you about all my Runs in the future. Just please."

I wanted nothing more then to set Ivy free, knowing full well what she would do to me with her hands and mouth but I stayed strong, tried to anyway. I stood up and bent down, showing her the red silk of my panties, letting her breathe in the scent of my own arousal.

"Only if you promise me that after I've let you have your way with me," I said over my shoulder, staring her straight in the eye, "You give me the same show you gave those weres."

"Deal," Ivy replied smiling a sexy smile, flashing a hint of fang.

My face was already flushed but the look in Ivy's black eyes sent pleasant shivers down my spine as I moved behind her.

"I love you," I whispered softly in to Ivy's ear before freeing her.

In true vampire speed and strength, Ivy had me in her arms and on the bed of OUR room, a heated look on her face as she cupped my cheek.

"I love you too, dear heart," Ivy said in her silkiest voice as she leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss that stole the air from my lungs and promised more wicked things to come later.

The End

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