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Room 301, Tuesday After Classes

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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"Can you be a dear and pass me a condom?" he whispered sweetly, sliding his cock up and down her ass while he waited. "I'll make that happen for you."

Isabelle turned and stole a haphazard little kiss before going to do as requested.

"Of course I can."

Even if her movements in leaning towards the bedside table were a little lazy. She'd snap back out of it in a moment.

While she was leaning, he was kissing her shoulder and rubbing a hand over her hip. Just giving her some soothing touches to calm her down a bit before he got her all amped up once again.

"Thank you."

The touches were really nice on her skin, and made her sigh again. Soon enough she was offering him the condom while settling down again.

"You're very welcome."

Flick took the condom and opened it up so he could slide it on quickly. He pulled the leg she'd draped over his hips back a little and moved closer, stopping just before he could push in.

"Sensitive right now, aren't you?" he asked, smiling. "Hope you enjoy this."

"I'm sure I will," she told him with a quick smirk back at him. "So will you. I've had your hard-on poking me long enough to know you're ready for this."

"You're right, I am ready for this," Flick said and pushed into her in one smooth thrust. He immediately sighed and settled his forehead against her shoulder.

He'd been waiting awhile to be able to do that and now that he could, he was just going to take a moment.

"Mmm." That was the sound of someone really appreciating that. She reached back and rubbed her fingertips against his hip. "No disrespect to your fingers, because I adore your fingers, but this feels good."

"It does," he said and gave her one slow stroke just to illustrate his feelings on that matter. "It really does. Not too sensitive for this right now?"

Just had to check.

What a gentleman. "I can take it, baby," she murmured. "You just worry about making me come again. Pleading optional."

"Okay," Flick said and thrust harder, reaching an arm around her to reach and rub one of her breasts while his hips built up speed and intensity. He muffled most of his breathing against her shoulder and rolled her nipple underneath his fingers.

Isabelle's skin was feeling so sensitive that that drew a little whimper from her, while the nipple hardened under his touch. Her fingers curled around his arm again, just for something to hold.

"That's right, baby," she murmured. "Fuck me."

She thought she could manage a dirty word here and there for a moment here.

"I am."

And he really started to fuck her in earnest after the words, making sure her body jerked just a tiny bit whenever his front met her back. He pinched and twisted her nipple, liking the hard feeling underneath his fingers.

He stretched one of her legs a bit, angling a bit differently and thrusting in deeper, sharper. Making sure he could get as far as he could and making sure she felt it.

She could feel it. Her other hand curled into the sheets, grabbing a fistful of fabric.

"Like you mean it, Jon."

Now she was just goading him on for fun. He'd been sweet and gentlemanly about making sure she was up for this, and she was making up for it by being... unladylike. Yes.

"Screw me like you're staking your claim on my memories." Her voice was steady enough when you considered he was still thrusting into her. "Make me feel it, Jon."

How very Isabelle of her.

Flick bit down hard on her shoulder in reaction to that. Hard and lingering, making sure his teeth marks would be there for some time. And his hips picked up speed, slamming into her and making that sound of skin slapping skin even louder.

The hand he had on her breast moved away and found its way down between her legs. His fingers found her clit and he proceeded to rub at it roughly.

It was very Isabelle of her, this was true. Their position didn't afford her a whole lot of control, so she had to resort to pushing him with words. And it seemed to work more than fine.

She swore and hissed when he bit down on her shoulder. But, she liked that. "Good." It was. Pleasure and pain worked for her. Once his hand moved down her body, that was about the same thing. Lots of pleasure with maybe just a hint of pain from the roughness. But, the good kind. The kind that made her feel like she was about to lose her mind. "Good boy. Rub it."

She didn't need to tell him twice. He kept rubbing it, fingers sliding back and forth in tune with the force of his hips thrusting into and pulling out of her.

He moved and bit her neck this time, keeping his mouth attached to hers and his teeth in her skin while he rubbed and thrust and tried to make her go out of her mind.

And he was succeeding. She might have had a thing or two more to say, but she'd completely forgotten about those now. Too bad. No words now, just heavy breathing turning into panting and gasps of his name. Loud. Maybe there were a few fragmented compliments about how good he felt inside her. And all over her.

She could still feel his teeth in her skin when she suddenly stopped squirming in his embrace and everything turned into white noise in her ears.

Even while she was coming, Flick kept thrusting, trying to get to his own release after her. Even while she was starting to come down, he kept rubbing her clit and kept biting and kept moving.

A little more of that and he was there, thrusting into her one last time and coming with a shout against her skin. That eventually turned into panting and heavy breathing and sighing.

The biting and the rubbing kept her whimpering for a while, because it also kept her orgasm lengthier than it might have otherwise been. Her nails didn't come off his skin until after he'd come and she could finally breathe again.

"Ohh, that was good."

"Good," he said, staying inside her for the moment while he rubbed her hip and sighed himself. "I thought so too."

"My shoulder is sore," she noted idly, rubbing her fingertips over the marks her nails had left on his arm. They'd even out in a moment. "As is my neck."

"I'm not at all sorry," he told her quietly, nuzzling her neck. "You brought it on yourself."

"I did, and you obliged," Isabelle replied with a quiet chuckle. "Nicely done, Flick."

"Thank you," he said, sighing and feeling like he wanted to go to sleep. He knew he couldn't but still. He wanted to. "I aim to please."

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