Room 301, Tuesday After Classes

[seveninchmotto]

Things at the Institute had gotten a little more interesting again a few days agao. This owed mostly to Jace dragging a mundie girl back there after she'd been attacked by a demon. The very same girl who'd almost gotten him injured back at Pandemonium, no less. And now she'd been out cold in the Institute's infirmary for almost three days. It wasn't really a situation that needed Isabelle's presence, but she couldn't really stay away, either. So, even though she'd only arrived back on the island this morning, she was already packing for a portal back, after her classes.

The portal wouldn't even be picking her up too soon. She just had a lot of choices to make about what clothes to pack to take with her, since there was no telling whether she'd be back before her classes again next week.

[ooc: Door and post open!]

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[seveninchmotto]

"The dutiful bag boy, obviously," Isabelle said. Her hands went on his shoulders as soon as she was close enough for that. "It's an important job."

[flickofthewrist]

"Just how I want to spend my day today," he said, smiling slightly at her. "Whoohoo."

[seveninchmotto]

"Could be worse," she told him lightly, giving his shoulders a little rub. "You could be on your way to New York to wach over some random mundie who got too close to a demon."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're going back to babysit?" Flick asked, raising his eyebrows. "Really?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle wrinkled her nose. "Only four people at the Institute right now," she reminded him. "We have to take shifts."

[flickofthewrist]

"Sounds thrilling," Flick said even if it really did not. He smirked a bit. "Well, I'm sure you'll have fun with that in your 'aggressively disdainful of mundanes' way."

[seveninchmotto]

"She's been passed out cold for almost three days," she sighed. "There is no fun to be derived from that."

Yes, she sounded like she was offended. By the lack of fun.

She was a terrible person.

[flickofthewrist]

"Sorry," Flick said quietly. "Maybe you'll be able to have fun in other ways?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm pretty good at making my own fun," she admitted with a shrug, before she leaned in for a little peck of a kiss. "Just not while I have to watch some dumb mundane."

[flickofthewrist]

"You said it was a shift thing so after yours is done, you can go have fun," Flick told her, not thinking too hard on what kind of fun she liked to have. "Won't last forever."

[seveninchmotto]

Hey, some of it was perfectly innocent fun, even by his standards. Like shopping.

"No, it won't," she agreed with another little kiss. "Besides. Either she'll wake up soon, or she'll fade away. Demon venom doesn't mess around."

[flickofthewrist]

"Kind of weird to think I came pretty close to something like that a few months ago," he told her. "I hope she'll be okay. No one needs to die."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle knew it would make her sound heartless to say she honestly didn't care either way, just as long as the girl made a move in either direction sometime soon. So, she didn't say it.

"Different kind of demon," she said. "The kind that attacked you doesn't have venom in the first place. Thankfully."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh." He nodded. "Well, I still hope she'll be okay. I know it's not fun for you, though. Sorry. Wish there was more I could do than just give you words that won't really do anything."

[seveninchmotto]

"Kiss me, mundie."

It wouldn't help with watching over Clary, but she wanted it anyway.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick almost asked her what the magic word was but refrained. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her. Lightly for the moment, soft and gentle, but affectionate and warm.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle would've dealt with the magic word, too. Or offered up a different one than what he wanted. Obviously, he wasn't going to find out anymore.

Because she was already kissing him. Affectionate, warm, soft, but not idle. And her hands moved down over his shoulders to his arms, to tug them around herself. She'd said something about that on the phone, hadn't she?

[flickofthewrist]

She had, indeed. And when Flick figured out what she was doing, he got his arms around her on his own, tightening up quickly and bringing her closer to him. He didn't miss a beat with the kissing while he was doing that, making sure to keep his lips on hers.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle hummed with approval. She also reached out past his shoulder to nudge the door closed. She was a great kisser but she didn't need an audience.

With the door closed, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Had to make up for the lack of physical contact that had had been happening and would be happening again.

[flickofthewrist]

It had been pretty infrequent, hadn't it? Between his own issues and her going back to New York, they hadn't had a lot of time to be together.

Flick slid his hands up and down her back, feeling her shirt underneath his hands while his lips moved against hers, tongue flicking out every so often.

[seveninchmotto]

Tongues were nice. So, you know, if his happened to meet hers every once in a while, it was just natural.

Or on purpose, even. Like her fingernails against the back of his neck.

[flickofthewrist]

Natural and nice. That's definitely what it was. Just like her nails on the back of his neck, yep. Flick shivered a bit and held her tighter, trying to make sure she'd be remembering his arms no matter what she chose to do back home.

If that was terrible, then he was terrible. He wanted to make his damn mark and make it hard for her to not think of him during her downtime.

[seveninchmotto]

It wasn't terrible. But Meliorn definitely didn't hold her as tightly. He probably had no reason to.

She wasn't thinking about that right now. She was leaning against Flick instead.

[flickofthewrist]

Leaning was good. It was definitely good and Flick leaned back against the door to support both their weight. His hands pushed against the small of her back lightly before moving up and tangling in the ends of her hair.

He kept kissing her, trying to make sure he'd remember the feel of her lips while she was gone too. That he wouldn't forget either.

[seveninchmotto]

Yes, he should remember that. She was trying to make him remember that, too, letting her weight rest against him, chest to chest as she kissed him.

She introduced some gentle lip-biting into the kiss because she felt like it.