The Minister Ch. 04

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Ivy woke up with her head resting on his chest. She was freezing cold still but she had slept soundly all night and the sun was beginning to warm her face. His chest was hard against her head and she could feel his warmth against her body. His steady breathing was making her head rise and fall with his chest. She looked up, he was awake.

"Morning." He said, still looking off into the distance; watching the sunrise.

Ivy sat up and they sat there for a while, not speaking, just being. They watched the sunrise. It had to be about 5am. Once the sun was low in the sky, Derek stood up and stretched.

"Let's get you home hey?" he said, offering her a hand.

She took it and he helped her up. She was stiff from spending the night on a park bench, something that was thankfully a first for her. Derek walked her home, they didn't speak, they just walked and enjoyed the rising sun, warming their faces.

When they reached Ivy's apartment block she turned to him.

"Do you- "she hesitated. "Do you want to come up?"

"Ivy... you know what happened- "he started.

She cut him off "I know, look, I just don't really want to be alone right now and there isn't exactly anyone I can call about all of this."

He sighed. "Ok. I guess I can come up for a little bit, but you should go to school today. And I have to go back to the church. My performance has been... less than satisfactory lately."

She smiled weakly and then set off toward the elevator.

Derek sat on Ivy's couch, feeling less than comfortable. Her apartment was squeaky clean, from the carpet to the ceiling, everything was spotless. He frowned, it didn't look like a typical drunk one-night stand scene.

"What are you frowning at?" She asked, catching his expression.

"Well, you know, just how clean your place is." He said.

She chuckled, "That's a problem now is it?" She asked.

"No, I'm just slightly confused, you know, with what you said about..." he began.

Ivy sighed. "Yeah, well, it was a mess - believe me. So I got it cleaned, you know, professionally, while I was out yesterday." She shrugged. "They did a good job I guess."

Ivy was standing at the kitchen counter, making coffee for both of them. He sat awkwardly and looked out the window of her high rise apartment, at the city that stretched out beneath them. It was quiet and grey in the 6.00 morning light.

Suddenly Derek's eyelid's felt heavy as lead. The night on the bench had been peaceful, but less than satisfactory. A late night and an early start - something that had never agreed with him. Ivy was busy trying to get her underused coffee machine to work and Derek decided it couldn't hurt to just close his eyes for a minute...

By the time Ivy had cleaned out her coffee machine and replaced the filter and refilled the milk and coffee beans in it, Derek was asleep. She had been surprised when she turned around and found him fast asleep on her couch. She had almost laughed. Guess he didn't sleep well on park benches either.

She decided that if he was going to take a nap, then she would too. He couldn't make her go to school if he was asleep. She smiled and discarded the two coffees she had fixed. She went to her room, slid into her tank top and sleeping shorts, drew the curtains shut and curled up under the warmth of her covers. Within seconds of laying down she was snoring soundly.

When Derek awoke it was shortly after midday. He cursed himself for falling asleep and quickly made a phone call to minister Clark. He told him he was under the weather and minister Clark was less than pleased. Derek was pretty sure he was going to get fired. If ministers could even get fired. He realised he didn't actually know if ministers could get fired, it wasn't exactly something that popped up in conversation. Or maybe it was that ministers just didn't get fired and so no one ever thought to tell him. Derek frowned.

Suddenly he needed to pee. He wondered how long it had been since he had actually been to the bathroom. He glanced around, wondering where the bathroom was. Ivy was probably at school. He didn't want to wonder around her apartment and sticky beak while she wasn't here but he needed to find the bathroom.

He got up and headed for a door in the corner of the room. It squeaked open, revealing a minimally decorated bedroom, with a messy unmade bed. The curtains were drawn but enough light shone through that he could clearly tell it was Ivy's room. There was a large queen sized bed in the middle of the room, flanked by two bedside tables, each sporting plain white lamps with light grey shades. The walls were light grey and the bedspread was black with slightly lighter sheets. There was a dresser opposite the bed, a few feet from the doorway where Derek stood. Picture frames lined the top of it and clothes were strewn messily across the room. He couldn't help but notice a pair of lacy black lingerie a few feet from the door.

His mind immediately dressed her in them, his imagination going wild. He could feel blood rushing beneath his belt just at the thought of her wearing them. He tried to calm himself down. He needed a bathroom, then he would leave Ivy's apartment and go home.

In the opposite corner of the room, right next to the closet, was a door. That had to be a bathroom. Derek started toward it. Now, if he had of taken the time to wake himself up properly and if he wasn't still groggy from sleep, he may have noticed the tell-tale light shining out from underneath the door. He may have heard the faint noises from the other side of the door or at least thought to knock and not just assume Ivy was at school.

But he didn't. He grabbed the cold metal handle and pushed the door open. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared. His mouth fell open and he froze. Behind the glass of the shower door, stood a fully naked Ivy. She was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. The curve of her breasts and hips and ass. Her long, slender legs and sun tanned skin. Her full, round breasts and perfectly shaped ass. He couldn't move. He just stood there and stared with awe.

Suddenly she saw him. At first she froze.

Then suddenly finding her voice she yelled. "What the fuck?!"

She quickly wrenched the tap off and stepped out of the shower, pulling a plush white towel off the rail and wrapping it around her.

Suddenly Derek came to his senses.

"Shit, I'm so sorry- I was just looking for the bathroom. I- I... Sorry. I thought you went to school." His words practically tripped over themselves and came out as unintelligible mumbling.

He quickly backed out of the room and closed the door. He just stood there, feeling stupid and embarrassed. He could feel his cheeks had flushed hot red, but worst of all? He had a huge boner.

He was turned on it hurt. It felt like his pants would explode. He wanted to leave, just run all the way back to his place and never come back. But he had ditched her enough times without explanation and he knew she would never forgive him if he did that again. He sat down on her bed and put his face in his hands, ashamed.

Ivy stood there in shock. She wasn't sure what to do. The way he had stared at her... Like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It confused her. She knew she was good looking, guys hit on her all the time, but they never looked at her like that. Not even when they saw her naked. His face was taken over by a mixture of pure lust and awe. She could see the huge boner in his pants the moment she saw him through the foggy glass of the shower.

She knew she had to go and talk to him. Though given his record of ditching her, she wasn't sure if he was even still here or not. She took a deep breath, wrapped the towel tightly around herself and pushed the door into her bedroom open.

He was sitting on the bed. He looked up when he heard the door open. Despite everything, she almost laughed. He looked like a puppy that had just been caught peeing on the carpet. His face was a mixture of guilt and shame. There was still a huge bulge in his pants and she couldn't help but stare a little at how big it was, even under his grey slacks.

"Look, before you say anything, I am really, really sorry." He said. "I had no idea you were in there, I had just woken up, I needed to go to the toilet and I assumed you had gone to school. I didn't think any more about it."

Ivy sighed, not sure what to say. "Look, I just hope it's not awkward between us now. I feel like we were just starting to become... friends or something."

Derek looked at his hands like he wanted to say something else, but he didn't. She sat on the bed next to him.

After a moment she said "I really need to get dressed, you should take a shower and change clothes. I never cleared my parents stuff out of here, you can probably borrow one of my dad's t-shirts and a pair of jeans."

He shrugged. "Ok, I guess so."

After Ivy fetched Derek a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she sent him to the bathroom to shower and then went off to get some sandwiches for lunch.

About half an hour later she returned, sandwiches and coffee in hand. She opened the door and could hear the television going. She walked in and sat the food on the counter. Derek was standing by a bookshelf, examining the picture frames which sat on top of it.

Ivy grabbed the remote and switched the TV off. He looked up at her, apparently only just realising she was back. He picked up one of the picture frames, a picture of her and her dad when she was a tiny tot, standing in front of the zebra enclosure at the New York Zoo.

"Is that you?" he asked, poking a figure at the picture.

"Who else would it be?" She asked.

He shrugged and put the picture back down.

Suddenly she realised what he was wearing. He had the jeans on but was still wearing his black office shirt, rather than the white t-shirt she had given him.

"What are you wearing?" she asked.

He looked down at his shirt. "What, this? This is my shirt, I was wearing it earlier, you might have noticed."

She rolled her eyes "Yeah, but why aren't you wearing the t-shirt I gave you?" she asked.

He shrugged "It didn't fit."

"Well you could have gotten another one." She said.

"Yeah, like I am going to go hunting around your apartment again after earlier" he replied.

"Well you look ridiculous. I'll go get you a different one." She said, then turned and headed toward her parent's room.

Derek stood awkwardly in Ivy's living room while she went to fetch him a shirt. He wasn't entirely telling the truth. The shirt had fitted him alright but it was just too... see through.

A moment later, Ivy returned with a black shirt, a little bigger than the last. She threw it to him.

"Thanks" he said.

He turned to go to her room and change his shirt. He heard her laugh.

He turned, "What?"

She was standing with her hands on her hip, eye brow raised slightly, questioning.

"Too shy to change your shirt in front of me hey?" she mocked.

"I just thought it would be weird" he lied.

"Pfft, its normal for a guy to change his shirt in public. People do it all the time Mr. Minister." She teased. "Besides, weirder than going into my bedroom?"

He shrugged. She had trapped him. She was right, it was more intimate to go into someone's bedroom, their private space than to change your shirt in front of them. He licked his lips nervously.

Ivy shrugged and then walked over to get her sandwich, seeming to lose interest. Derek took a deep breath and in one swift motion he pulled his shirt over his head.

Now it was Ivy's turn to stare and gape. She almost dropped her sandwich. Derek's rippling muscles and rock hard abs took her breath away, yes, but that was not what she was staring at. His chest and back and arms were all cover in long, deep scars. He had a tattoo, swirling and curling the left side of his body. It wrapped around his arm and swirled across his shoulder, then down his side, spilling across the entire left side of his chest and across his abs. It laced across his side and onto his back, the twirling, swirling ink captivated her. There was a long scar, dissecting the tattoo, stretching from his left collar bone, all the way across his left chest. There were many more, crisscrossing his stone hard abs and decorating his muscular back.

The light caught his eyes and they turned bronze, his jaw clenched as she took him in with wide eyes. She walked slowly around him, and he stood, stone still like a statue.

"What the hell happened to you?" she asked.

He didn't answer for a moment. She reached out to trace one of the scars with her fingers. He flinched at her touch.

"I told you." He said quietly. "I had a life before this."

She circled back around so that she could face him. Before she could stop herself, she ran her hands up his stomach and placed her palms flat on his muscular chest. She looked up into his eyes, as if searching for an answer. He refused to look at her. He squared his jaw and stared right over the top of her head, unmoving.

Slowly she traced the tattoo on his side, her green eyes wide and bright with amazement.

"They're so beautiful" she murmured softly.

Slowly, Derek's gaze dropped. His stony, cold expression melted away and he stared at her.

"You don't think they're ugly?" he asked softly.

"No." She breathed. He looked like a man.

He lowered his head to her, and she reached up, lips almost touching. She felt her lips brush his, just ever so gently, yet it felt as if an electric shock jolted through her body. He gazed into her eyes and she held his gaze, their only point of contact were her hands on his chest.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, startling them both. Derek stepped back quickly and pulled the shirt over his head, his muscles still visible through the tight fabric.

"I better get that." Ivy said, still holding his gaze.

"Yeah." He replied.

After a moment Ivy broke his gaze and headed for the door.

Derek felt nervous. He was getting too close with this girl. He knew he had to back off if he wanted to stop breaking his minister vows. Ministers were not allowed to get involved with anyone, let alone someone as young as Ivy.

He heard Ivy open the front door. He was curious, he looked down the short hall to the door. There was a good-looking blond boy standing there. He was muscular and tall, blocking the doorway with his body. He had cold pale blue eyes that Derek could see even from where he was standing.

"Heath?" Ivy said. "What do you want?"

"Babe, you're being so hostile, look I, I think I left my wallet here the other day. I came by yesterday and you weren't here." He shrugged.

"Don't call me 'babe'." Ivy replied.

"Why are you mad at me? I was going to call you, it's only been like a day and a half. Plus, I figured I would see you in person when I came by to pick up my wallet. I haven't done anything wrong, don't get angry at me." Heath said, leaning against the door.

Derek studied him. He was definitely a playboy. How could Ivy not have seen that?

"Yeah right." Ivy huffed. "You took advantage of me! I was upset and drunk, sure I didn't say anything but you still should have known better!"

"That is so unreasonable. How could I have known you didn't want to do it if you didn't say anything?" He asked.

Ivy just glared at him.

"Exactly. Now can I please have my wallet?" Heath said, peering past Ivy, into her apartment.

Suddenly Heath locked eyes with Derek. Derek was leaning against the wall, one foot up against it, arms crossed. A typical badass pose, though that wasn't why Derek was standing like that, he was just getting comfortable.

"Who is that guy?" Heath asked, nodding his head in Derek's direction. "Are you cheating on me?"

Ivy glanced over her shoulder quickly at Derek. "Oh please!" She said, as she looked Heath up and down with evident disgust. "We are not a thing. I can't be cheating on you if we're not a thing. Besides, how many girls are you seeing at the moment?" Ivy demanded.

Heath ignored it. He was still looking at Derek. "He's a little old for you don't you think?"

"Mind your own business Heath, besides, I'm not sleeping with him either." Ivy answered.

Heath shrugged, "Guess you're still mine then 'ey?" he flashed a smile of brilliant white teeth.

Ivy rolled her eyes. "We are not a thing." She repeated. "Look, just wait here, I'll go and see if I can find your wallet, then you can go home to whatever sad slut you have waiting for you there and never come back, ok?"

Ivy turned and stalked off toward the living room, ignoring Derek as she pushed past him.

Derek straightened slowly and walked toward the door. He approached Heath and leaned against the door frame. Heath was toned but Derek was muscular, Heath was on the tall side but Derek was taller. Heath practically puffed out his chest and held up his chin to try and appear dominant.

"Got a thing for my girl do ya?" Heath asked.

"I'm pretty sure she just made it clear that she is not your girl." Derek replied evenly.

"I'm the one that screwed her, old man. Don't you wish you could get a piece of a pretty little slut like her 'ey?" Heath teased.

"She's not a slut." Derek could feel a rage beginning to bubble in his chest.

"Of course she is. She jumped into my pants just as eagerly as any little whore I could pick up on a street corner." Heath said. "I owned her. She's mine. I fucked her long and hard. And not just her tight little pussy. No, I fucked her mouth too. She was choked on my big dick, took every last drop I had to offer and crammed it down her cock sucking mouth."

Heath laughed cruelly. Derek was standing up straight now, clenching and unclenching his fists in an effort to calm himself down and not punch Heath. Heath could tell he was getting on Derek's nerves.

He smiled. "She says she doesn't want me now, but you can guarantee that before the week is out, I'll have fucked her tight little pussy ten times over." He paused and grinned. "Whether she likes it or not."

That was enough for Derek. He couldn't calm himself anymore, the rage that burned and bubbled deep inside him explode. He swung a single punch. It caught Heath's right jaw. Derek heard a crack and Heath dropped like a stone.

Derek glared at Heath, a slumped figure on the ground in front of him. He turned and saw Ivy standing at the end of the hall, gaping at him.

"What was that for!" She gasped as she rushed forward. "He's a total jerk but you didn't have to knock him out!"

Derek frowned. "He was talking crap about you." He said quietly.

"What do you care? Let him. It's all rubbish anyway." Ivy said, as she leaned over Heaths unconscious form.

"He dead?" Derek asked.

Ivy shot a look at him over her shoulder.

"Broken jaw probably. Look, you shouldn't have done that."

Heath groaned from floor.

"He'll be fine. Give him his wallet and be done with it." Derek said coldly.

Ivy sighed and paused a moment. "Look... I think it's best if you just go." She said, not looking at him.

Derek stared at her. He shouldn't have punched the kid, but now she was angry at him? Derek snorted in disbelief. It felt like someone had poked a hot iron rod through his chest. He shook his head and step over Heath out the door. He clenched his jaw, lifted his head and walked off down the hall without looking back.