Ivy glances at you as you exit the seawater of the beach, a smile on her lips. Her book is a fantasy book to pass the time, and the moment she sees you approach, her eyes leave the page.

The sun is beating down on her skin, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, her chest, abs. Closing her book, Ivy beckons you closer.

“Darling?” The botanist smiles, pulling you onto her lap and petting your hair. “Hello, peanut. I need some help.” Ivy whispers, combing a hand through your locks. Her hand traces the small of your back, causing a shiver up your spine.

Ivy smirks.

She grabs a tube of sunscreen from her bag, then turns her back on you. Placing it in your palm, her green fingers find the string of her swimsuit top, and…

Pull!

Ivy lays down on her stomach, face down, her back sheening in the sun. Her skin is coated in a small coat of sweat, her red hair sprawled out. “Can you get my back for me, baby?” She requests in a gentle purr, closing her eyes and relaxing.

Ivy sighs with content, listening to the waves crashing against the sand, the seagulls calling. "God, you're perfect." Ivy mutters.