Poison

Oswald clutched at the rose in his hand as he rode the elevator to the roof of Ivy's apartment. He stepped out into the sunlight and smiled as he saw Ivy moving about in the greenhouse. She wore a black summer dress and black flats. He cleared his throat as he entered the greenhouse. It was muggy and warm. He noticed sweat glistening on her collar bone.

     "Oswald! I am so glad you could come!"

She set down the beaker she was holding in her hand and wrapped him in a hug. It took him by surprise for a moment. He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting the petals of the rose brush against her back.

     "I thought you might like it." he said pulling back and offering her the pink and orange rose.

She took it from him and smelled it. Her green eyes dancing in the sunlight as a sweet smile crossed her face.

     "Oh thank you Oswald, it's beautiful."

He watched her fill a vase with water and set the rose inside.

     "What do you have in that beaker?" he asked sitting on the edge of a table behind her.

She turned and held the beaker up to the light. The liquid swirling inside was a toxic green color.

     "It's called Venom. I derived it from different snake venoms and plant toxins. It's designed to give plants the power to defend themselves."

Oswald cocked his head slightly and watched her as she worked. He loved the way her skin stretch and molded over her bones as she moved. Her hair crept like vines over her shoulders. He was lost in her beauty. Everything about her was almost intoxicating. He moved behind her. Close but not touching her. He could feel the heat from her skin as her scent filled his nose. She smelled like some exotic flower. Musky and sweet. Before he could stop himself, he gently kissed her on the back of her neck. He heard her gasp and she quickly turned around and backed up against the table. Oswald felt his heart sink. He had crossed the line. She was going to scream at him to get out and never come back. She was going to call him all kinds of names and remind him how ugly he was. Ivy did none of those things. She smiled and grabbed Oswald by the shirt, pulling him into a kiss. Her lips sealed over his. They were soft and yielding. He let them melt onto his as he slipped his arms around her waist. Passion flooded through his veins. this was a first, for everything. His heart thudded violently inside his chest. He heard her moan slightly as his hand traveled up, over her breast to her face. Something inside him was ignited. He lifted her lithe frame onto the table as she wrapped her legs around him. He tore at the straps on her dress kissing along her chest as he exposed it. His erection was almost painful to him as it pressed against his zipper. He felt Ivy slip her hands into his slacks and wrap around his considerable girth. Her strokes were long and languid, letting her fingers play along the head. He moaned and gripped her shoulders tightly to steady himself. He couldn't take it anymore. He undid his slacks with shaking fingers and poised himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, they were burning with desire and passion. Her slid into her, staying still for just a heartbeat. He moved slowly at first. Her tightness was incredible. Everything thrust brought him more pleasure than the last. He lay back on the table. The vines and and petals entwining with her limbs. Oswald gripped her hips and thrust harder. Her moans and sounds were like music to him. A song he had never heard before. He felt a chill start at the base of his spine. It moved up slowly, radiating through him. It reached his peak as he felt Ivy throb around him and his own hardness spasm. He was blinded by rolling and crashing wave of the orgasm. He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight before him. Ivy entangled in the vines. Petals and stems strewn over her torso. Her ivory skin glowed in the sunlight coming through the grimy windows of the greenhouse. Oswald smiled at her as her emerald green eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at him and grabbed his shirt again and pulled him down into a kiss. His heart skipped a beat.