seveninchmotto | Room 301, Tuesday After Classes

"I think you're a special case," she murmured, "and I have no need for you to be anything you're not, especially since nothing but being a Shadowhunter would get you in my bedroom at home."

So there.

"And how am I a special case?" he had to wonder since that seemed to denote some sort of strings attached to him.

He unzipped her jeans and pushed a hand down the front, sliding down rather easily.

"You're a special case," she repeated, as she shifted a little. Just to make it that much easier for him to do what he was doing. "You're just about the only mundane I feel like dealing with on a regular basis."

"High praise," Flick murmured, sliding his fingers firmly over the front of her underwear and down between her legs. "How special am I?"

She thought she had a pretty good answer to that, actually. And she could give it to him while looking in is eyes, and also rolling her hips against his hand, just once.

"You were the only person I wanted to see while I was here."

That...was a really damn good answer. Flick took his hand out of her pants but only so he could shove her jeans down. He wanted them off right now. Right now.

Those words had flipped a switch in him and he just wanted to be all over her now.

Isabelle let out a little snicker, but decided to be helpful and strip the bra off herself, too.

"Right answer, hmm?"

"It was an answer I liked," Flick told her, pushing her jeans down and reaching for her underwear next. "I like that you wanted that. That you were thinking of me and wanted to see me. I like that I was on your mind."

"You were on my mind, baby," she purred as the bra fell on the floor. Her hands returned to his shirt then, but this time with the intention of getting it off him. Probably once he was done with her underwear. "Just you."

"Will I be on your mind when you leave?" he wondered, pushing her underwear down and immediately rubbing a hand between her legs. Make it hard for her to get his shirt off too quickly and all.

Hard twice over, because it wasn't getting past his arm and also, yes, the rubbing. Which got a little sound out of her. Like a little bit of amused pleasure. Her grip on his shirt remained firm, though.

"Yes."

"Good."

He moved his hand away and kissed her lightly.

"Do you want to hear something nice before we get dirty?"

"Always."

Because she was greedy. But she did give him a light kiss back, too.

"Okay."

He slid his hands down her bare arms and down to her hips. All that skin that he loved to put his lips against.

"The last time we talked, you said you watched me give my heart away. I wouldn't do that if I didn't think it was worth it, you know. If you didn't make me feel the way you do. If you didn't irritate me and charm me and make me hard and make me wanna cuddle. If it breaks, it breaks but I'll take the chance. I'll make the choice."

And then he kissed her lightly.

Well, he could make an effort to kiss her lightly. She even let him, for a second, before trying to make it a little less light.

Because she couldn't really respond to all that with words, but she could try and let some emotion show in a kiss.

He'd almost been expecting a reaction like this. This or one of those open and vulnerable looks she got very rarely. But, he could deal with this.

He could bring her naked body against his still fully clothed one and kiss her back.

Isabelle could be pretty predictable with her lack of words. Maybe she was saving her vulnerable looks for later, though.

She was kissing him pretty harshly.

Good thing then that he was there to be kissed, wasn't it? Flick was kissing her back, matching her for intensity and holding her close to him.

Apparently his words had had some kind of effect on her to get this kind of kissing out of her so suddenly.

Making up for all the kissing she hadn't gotten to do the last time they talked, surely.

But her hands were in his shirt and she was also starting to tug him away from the door.

Flick was cool with that reason. Very cool with it. When she started tugging, he went with her, walking carefully while keeping himself close and continuing to kiss her.

So, walking and getting tugged and kissing it was. He could do that.

For a mundane, that was pretty impressive! Isabelle also made it easier for him by not starting to tug his shirt up before her legs had hit the edge of the bed.

Once they had, though, yes, she was dragging that shirt off him.

Flick held his arms up to make that a little easier. It meant separating himself from her kiss so it wouldn't get stuck on his head but he figured the payoff would be worth it.

Sometimes you had to make sacrifices like losing the kiss for something better. More. Isabelle tugged the shirt off over his head, then went straight for his pants.

"Why are you still wearing so many clothes?"

"Because no one's taken them off me yet," he told her with a little smile. "Seems like you're working on that though."

His shirt was off and his pants seemed to next.

"Someone has to," Isabelle replied. And she was working pretty fast with his pants, too. Getting them undone with quick fingers.

"You need to be naked and making me feel things."

Like she hadn't already.

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