seveninchmotto | Room 301, Tuesday After Classes

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."

"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."

"Kiss me, mundie."

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

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The lip biting was a good thing. A definite good thing and Flick would have smiled if his lips hadn't been busy doing other things. He slid his hands back down and held her tightly again, using his strength to make sure it was as tight as he could. He knew she could take it.

She could've taken a lot more, too. But this was just about perfect. It felt like a firm embrace. Maybe she even felt safe.

So she dragged her nails a little harder down the back of his neck.

Flick made a quiet noise against her mouth, unable to stop himself and bit down on her lip before pulling back and soothing the area with his tongue. Gave him the opportunity to breathe a bit too, to blink his eyes open and get a bit of a look at her as well.

Isabelle's eyes were closed, and she tried to flick her tongue out against his when it was on her lip.

Her nails stayed on his skin, probably leaving red lines behind to slowly fade over the next few moments.

That just meant he got to see that happen without her knowing it and he smiled a little when he was able. He didn't immediately go back to kissing her for a second.

But, he did kiss her again though he'd gone back to light and gentle. It was more about letting her decide what she wanted from him since she'd be the one away for awhile.

He wasn't going to have to give her too much room to indicate that.

Since it wasn't too much later that she murmured, "How long until you have to meet Joi?"

"About an hour or so," Flick told her with a slight shrug. "The time's flexible. So, an hour or two."

"What a funny coincidence," Isabelle replied, affecting her voice with a little purr. "That's more or less my schedule, too. We should do something with that."

"Such as?" he asked, chuckling quietly at the sound of her voice. "You looked pretty busy with your packing when I got here."

"I can make faster decisions if I have to." Like when something more interesting came along. "I can spare half an hour to an hour on stocking up some bodily contact."

"What, like cuddling?" Flick asked, giving her short, quick kisses against her lips. "You wanna cuddle with me for an hour?"

Isabelle tried to pull back from his kisses just to smirk at him. "No, I want to have hot, hot sex and then cuddle."

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