Ivy lets out a low moan as he keeps kissing her neck, unconsciously arching her neck so he has more access. “Gods.. stop distracting me,” she playfully bats him away. She smiles at him. “Don’t apologize for him. He’s his own person..ish. He’s independent and crazy I don’t expect you to be able to control him all the time. If you did, well the whole ‘Winter/Bast’ fiasco wouldn’t have happened,” she says with a smile, kissing him. 

Winter swallows and manages a smile. “I think so. I’m sorry.”