Disclaimer: However much I may wish to kidnap Julian and Ivy...alas...they belong to JER.
This is nothing but a really brief little Juvy treat! Dedicated to all you die-hard Juvy fans out there! :o)
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Ivy Crane was shrouded in shadows as she slipped quietly out from behind some foliage. The town of Harmony was sleeping peacefully behind her, blissfully unaware of her nocturnal actions.
She was on a mission.
Dressed all in black, her blond hair pulled up into an efficient bun at the top of her head, Ivy looked more like an international spy than a privileged debutante. But she blended in well with the darkness, and padded unseen around the side of the darkened home.
She had to be careful, she knew. A quick glance ito one window confirmed that Grace Bennett was still burning the midnight oil, standing over a concoction of quivering red goo; tomato soup. She was making...another cake. Ivy did not allow herself time to dwell on this. Instead, she felt a little thrill run through her at the fact that Sam was in the bedroom asleep, alone. He was hers for the taking, so long as she moved quickly.
Ivy quietly slipped open the living room window and managed to hoist herself inside, huffing at the effort. Leave it to a little late-night illegal entry to make one realize that they're not a teenager anymore.
The thought of Sam drove her onward.
He was waiting for her.
They had been holding a secret affair for over a week now...brief, stolen moments in the middle of their busy lives.
Sam was waiting.
Like a cat, Ivy crept down the darkened hallway, turning the corner that led to Sam's room. As she backed against the wall outside his door, she felt herself walk right into a pair of strong arms.
She jumped, surprised, before relaxing into the embrace. Then she leaned up for a kiss, realizing with pleased suprise that Sam was kissing better than he usually did.
He was shrouded in darkness, his face almost invisible to her.
It only added to the thrill.
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"Oh Grace," the shadowy man who had been kissing her murmured in a passionate whisper, and Ivy stiffened in his arms. She jerked back, eyes flashing in the pitch black night.
"How dare you," her voice was hurt.
"What in the hell...?"
She shuddered. Dear god, that voice wasn't Sam's!
Slowly she reached for a lightswitch, almost afraid of what she would see.
The hall lights switched on, revealing...oh god...it was JULIAN, wearing nothing but an apron that said "KISS THE COOK".
"YOU'RE NOT GRACE!" Julian yowled in horror, leaping back against the wall and wiping at his mouth in disgust.
"YOU'RE NOT SAM!" Ivy sqealed, behaving in a similar manner.
By now the racket had roused the sleeping Sam, who stared at the pair with some confusion. Grace, naked except for a chef's hat, emerged from the kitchen wearing a seductive smile that quickly changed into a mask of horror. She let out a cat-like yowl and bolted for the privacy of the kitchen.
Ivy couldn't help but cringe.
"Grace?" Sam sounded confused. "Ivy? JULIAN?"
Julian, red-faced, didn't say a word as he brushed past Ivy and stalked out the door, his apron flapping open in the back.
After a moment, Ivy followed, a devious smile playing on her lips.
"You're sleeping with Grace," she said incredulously to Julian as they walked across the yard.
"You're sleeping with Sam," he spat back.
"Not right now, I'm not," she pouted.
Julian rolled his eyes, "You had to go and ruin my surprise."
Ivy glanced skeptically at his apron. "You hate those tomato soup cakes."
"Not when the batter is being slowly licked off my body..."
Ivy shuddered. "I don't think anybody would believe how truly sick you are."
"Would you like to try?"
Ivy stared at him for a moment. "I don't know how to bake."
"Oh my dear," he murmured, leaning over so his breath ruffled her hair, "There is always a time to learn."
Ivy raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
After a moment, she smiled devilishly. "Maybe you're right."
"Really?" he sounded hopeful.
"You'll find out..." Ivy laughed to herself as they stepped into the mansion. "You'll find out..."
THE END