Ivy felt a shiver go down her spine when the side of Sunny that she loved seeing seemed to want to come out. Everyone assumed that Sunny was some innocent and child-like person. The things that he was able to do with a flick of his tongue was something that no child should even be able to think about. Ivy wasn't sure why Sunny was the way that he was, but she loved him. She didn't care about the whys, she just cared about him. About the merit of his character not what made him that way.

Sunny had proved himself loyal to Ivy more times than she would ever be able to count. If he wanted her to know about why he was the way that he was, then she would be there to listen. If he wanted to keep that to himself, she would still love him.

Ivy tangled her fingers in his hair, shivering and arching her back when she felt those lips along her jaw. She slid her fingers down his back, lifting his shirt over his head with relative ease. The layers of clothing went flying off the two of them in a rush of hands and fingers. Ivy unsure how the sheet managed to stay over them as their movements brought torturous cries of more and don't stop from each other. Lips, hands, tongues and fingers all over each other as the credit music to their movie joined the chorus of her room.

Most would describe Sunny as innocent. Ivy as a motormouth. When they were together like this, none of that mattered. When she was over top of him lowering herself onto his body, he was far from innocent and she loved it that way. When they were experimenting with new ways to be intimate and in new places, they were so much more than the silly titles that the rest of the world seemed to deem the only parts of their personality.

When they finished, Ivy laid her head on Sunny's chest, listening to his gradually slowing heart beat and tried to catch her breath. The sheet was silky and soft against her skin and she didn't even want to see the mess of Thai noodles and peanut sauce that was probably crusted and dry on her carpet. Thank Merlin for magic.