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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[seveninchmotto]

"So what do I want to do?"

Aside from stroking his cock and looking up at him, all fake innocence. Because she was already doing both of those things.

[flickofthewrist]

And his cock would slowly start to come around with some more stroking, she could rest assured.

"Nap with me, shop with me, relax with me, dance with me, eat with me, walk with me, hold my hand, have me spoon up against you, go on a road trip with me, kiss me in public, fall asleep with your head against my lap, tell me about your home, about you. All that. And more."

[seveninchmotto]

She was going to keep the stroking up with a firm, steady pace, yes.

And she shrugged. "Maybe." She definitely wanted all of those things. "But with a healthy emphasis on sexuality. At least right at this moment."

[flickofthewrist]

"Baby, you can admit that you want those things," he murmured, breathing in and out quietly and steadily. "In fact, I'd like it if you would. Come on. Tell me, baby. Make me feel good."

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Isabelle heaved one of her usual over-theatrical sighs, and even rested her head against his leg like this was a hardship.

But her voice, though quiet, sounded sincere. "I want nap to with you, and hold your hand, and kiss you in public, and all those other things too. Falling asleep with my head on your lap is a new one but I can see it working. As long as you were stroking my hair."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'd stroke your hair," he said and reached out to do just that. "Until you fell asleep."

And then he smiled at her, soft and open, like he was letting her see everything that he kept hidden and behind walls. The scars and the pain and the sadness and the love in one expression.

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Isabelle's expression was pretty open, too. Guess he'd managed to get one of those out of her after all. She wasn't smiling, though. Just wasn't her style.

But she was still stroking his cock, because they thrived on complex situations.

[flickofthewrist]

They did. It was what their relationship was all about. He even sucked in a sharp breath when the stroking seemed to get a little more intense or maybe his cock was just waking up.

"You make me happy," he told her. "You make me feel good."

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Maybe it was both. Hey, her reaction had to go somewhere when she wasn't using her words. Her grip got a little firmer.

"I don't usually do that."

Seeing as her purpose in life was to hurt things.

[flickofthewrist]

"You do it for me," he said, inhaling again and breathing. "You're worth the fighting and the arguing and the disagreements because that feeling of goodness overrules it for me."

[seveninchmotto]

"Maybe you're just weird." But she didn't mind that. She also didn't actually think that. "But I like that you're happy."

Because of her, at least sometimes.

[flickofthewrist]

"Or maybe you're just that important to me," Flick told her quietly. "I might be weird but that's not the reason you can make me happy."

[seveninchmotto]

"I still think it's part of the reason," Isabelle claimed. "Besides," she added, dragging her thumb against the underside of his cock, "boys say all kinds of things when you have your hand on them."

The way that statement was delivered with a lopsided smirk suggested she didn't think that was the case here. But still, she'd heard a few lust-filled declarations of love in her time.

[flickofthewrist]

"Still lumping me in with all those other guys, huh?" Flick asked, biting down on his lip while his cock finally started to get hard again. "They say the kinds of things I say?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle put her free hand against her chest. "'Isabelle, you're the best, I don't want anyone but you and your skillful hands,'" she intoned. "'Please sleep with me forever.'"

Guys totally said that.

[flickofthewrist]

"And have I ever said anything close to that?" Flick wondered, amused. "Even when we were just fucking and there wasn't other stuff attached, did I ever say that?"

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"Yes."

Look, she was just going to palm the head of his cock right now to make him forget he hadn't.

[flickofthewrist]

"When?" he asked, sucking in another breath. "When have I said anything like that because I sure as shit don't remember which means it didn't happen."

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"Oh, like you remember half the things that happen when someone's hand is on you, anyway," Isabelle scoffed, stroking him a little quicker now. "There's nothing reliable about that."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'd remember saying something like that," Flick told her, leaning back further on his hands and closing his eyes. "And I haven't. Ever. Think back and remember what I have said when we've been close. Which ones are sticking in your head? Nothing like that, I bet."

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"You just tend to be more elaborate."

And tell her he loved her and things like that.

[flickofthewrist]

"I just tend to say different things," Flick said, shaking his head. "Better things. I'd say them now but you'll freak out."

Because he knew what he could say to make that happen.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle rolled her eyes at him.

"Jerk."

He wasn't wrong.

[flickofthewrist]

"That mean you don't want to hear them?" he asked sweetly.

[seveninchmotto]

She sighed. "It means you're a jerk."

A few firmer strokes complete with dragging her thumb against the underside of his cock again was a suitable form of punishment, wasn't it?