Room 301, Tuesday After Classes

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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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[flickofthewrist]

"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

[flickofthewrist]

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.

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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?"

[flickofthewrist]

"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.

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"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.

[flickofthewrist]

"And what do you want to feel?" he asked, keeping his hands up and away from his pants so she could get them off. He settled them on her shoulders, thumbs rubbing against her skin.

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"Good." Perhaps that much was obvious, but oh well. Her hands pushed his pants down. Shorts, too. "I want to feel good. I want to feel like screaming. I want to feel something that I'll remember fondly when I'm alone in bed tonight."

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay."

He nodded and stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside.

"I'll make sure that happens for you. Give you enough to take home and use for a few days so you won't miss me too much."

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"Good boy," she murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his shoulder. No biting. "Make me plead, and remember."

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"I will," he said, reaching down to give himself a few quick strokes. He kept his eyes on her, though. "You have condoms?"

Figured they could get that out of the way now before things got too far and pulling away would be hard.

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"Mm hmmm," Isabelle hummed, leaning for a kiss against his lips. "Bedside drawer."

She kept these things in stock.

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"Just making sure," Flick murmured against her lips. He stroked himself a little quicker and then gave her a little nudge. "Lay down, baby."

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Didn't have to tell Isabelle twice. She moved to get on the bed, and stretched out on her side, pushing her long hair over her shoulder with her head propped up on one arm. She looked about ready for a pin-up photoshoot.

"Like this?"

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"Yeah, that's good," Flick said, chuckling at the sight. "Feel like I should take a picture right now because seriously. That's an excellent pose."

It was.

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There was something to be said for being tall and a little curvy with a high contrats between hair color and complexion!

She smirked. "Well, do you have your phone?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Always," he said, reaching down and plucking his phone out of his pocket. He turned it on and pointed it at her. "Smile for me, baby."

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That was another thing she found easy to do.

She offered him her brightest and sultriest smile.

[flickofthewrist]

"Gorgeous," he said, taking a few pictures of her and smiling as he did. "You're beautiful."

She knew that but he didn't care.