Ivy squeals softly and kisses him passionately once their through. She escalated quickly to animalistic desire. “Take off anything you don’t want ripped,” she murmurs through the kiss, reaching up and unpinning her hair. Long red curls tumble down her back. 

Winter sighs wearily. “It doesn’t have to mention a name for it to be a dedication. Not a whole lot of things go well with ‘Arthur’. Just listen to the interviews,” she waves her hand flippantly at him.