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]

"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."

[flickofthewrist]

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

[seveninchmotto]

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

[flickofthewrist]

"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."

[seveninchmotto]

"And your aim is true," she sighed. She brought his hand up to her lips and gave his fingers a kiss. "All good things to know for the future. Might push you to do some things in the heat of the moment."

[flickofthewrist]

"Maybe," he murmured, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder. "Guess you'll have to see if that holds true, won't you?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm hmm." She glanced back and tried to steal a little kiss from him. "How groggy are you feeling? Because I'm not going to let you fall asleep right now."

She actually had entirely different plans. Or, at least a whim that she wasn't entirely sure she'd indulge, yet.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm okay," he said, smiling at her after she'd kissed him. "I'm not going to fall asleep."

Sure, the thought was there but he could stay awake.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle pulled away from him a bit, but only because that made it easier to turn towards him for the moment. "Mmm, good," she said, nodding. "And how are you feeling otherwise?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I feel excellent," he told her, smiling. "Why?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Feeling done sexually, yet?" she checked with a little smirk, brushing the backs of her fingers against his cheek. "Because I might have a parting gift in mind."

[flickofthewrist]

"And what do you have in mind?" Flick asked, leaning into her fingers some. "Share."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle leaned in to give him another little kiss. This one involved licking his bottom lip, and then staying close to talk so he could feel her breath against his wet lip.

"Blowjob," she told him. "With me in lingerie."

Because that'd help with her efforts to leave at some point. Also, because the visual would be hot and she knew it.

[flickofthewrist]

"There's really no way I'm going to say no to that," he told her quietly. Even if he'd just come, he figured he could manage to get hard again in a few minutes.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle's neverending confidence in herself and her own sexual appeal figured that too.

"That's what I thought," she murmured, giving him another kiss. "These lips around you, sucking you dry? There is no way to say no to that."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick chuckled and rolled onto his back, sliding an arm under his head.

"Might have to make sure I can get hard again," he told her with a quiet smile. "Just came pretty hard, you know."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, I know you did, I heard you and felt you," Isabelle told him with a smirk, starting to push herself up as she ran her hand through her hair. "And you should clean yourself up for me from that, too."

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay," he said, snickering and moving to push himself up so he could get started on cleaning himself up. He stretched a bit before finally getting to his feet so he could wander into her bathroom.

[seveninchmotto]

Meanwhile, Isabelle got off the bed to go over to her open closet and dig out the absolute greatest matching lingerie set she owned. Bra, panties, and garter belt in a stylish deep, dark red, with sheer black stockings. Yes.

She returned to the bed to get dressed up.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was relatively quick with getting cleaned up. He washed his hands, washed his hands, threw everything away and finally emerged.

"All clean," he told her easily.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was juuuust about ready when he re-emerged, too. She was just pulling her second stocking up her leg, her foot against the edge of the bed. Everything else was in place.

"Good," she said, glancing over. "Your next orgasm will be easier when it comes to that."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick smiled at her and took in her outfit. He approved. He really, really approved.

"Less mess to clean up, hm?" Flick asked, smiling.

[seveninchmotto]

She clipped the garterbelt to the top of the stocking and straightened up. And yes, the outfit was probably even better that way. That bra had some great lift going on, for one thing.

"Much less," she said, as she padded over to her vanity table, twisting her hair into a messy bun at the back of her head as she moved. She picked up a thin silver object to stick through said bun to keep it in place. It may have been a very thin knife. (In fact, it was.) "Or you could say... I'm doing the cleanup."

[flickofthewrist]

"You look great."

She really did. He smiled and came closer to her, head tilted. He took a breath at seeing her and sighed.

"Really great."

[seveninchmotto]

"Hadn't noticed," she said, obviously joking. She'd gone out of her way to look particularly hot at this moment. She smirked at him. "What makes you say that?"