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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.

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"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."

"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.

"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?"

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.

"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?"

"Yes."

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

"You just tend to be more elaborate."

And tell her he loved her and things like that.

"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.

Isabelle rolled her eyes at him.

"Jerk."

He wasn't wrong.

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

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?

Flick made a quiet sound of pleasure and his hips shifted a bit. He curled his fingers into the sheets of her bed.

"Which means you don't want to hear them," Flick surmised after he'd gotten his focus back.

"That hasn't ever stopped you before," Isabelle retorted as she shifted a little. Got a little more comfortable between his legs. "You might be overestimating your skills at 'freaking me out', anyway."

"Don't challenge me," he murmured, looking down at her. "You know what I'll say, baby."

Isabelle looked up at him with a steady gaze.

"And you know what I'll do to shut you up."

Well, then. Flick wasn't about to back away because of what she might do to him right here and now. He didn't step away from challenges.

"I love you." Now it was her move.

"I'm not freaked out," Isabelle told him. Lying, a little bit. It put an indescricable, conflicted feeling in her chest to hear him say that. But, she was stubborn. "Keep going."

While she ducked down to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, before going ahead and letting it slide between her lips.

Flick didn't know if he fully believed her but he wasn't going to argue. Especially when he was sucking in a breath and tipping his head back when her lips got around his cock.

"I'm in love with you," he mumbled, not really trying to freak her out but he was gonna push it anyway. "I want to love you."

"Mmm hmmmm."

Those were just vibrations against his sensitive skin, because she wasn't intending to get her mouth off him right now. Not when she could run the tip of her tongue against the same spots she'd been teasing with her thumb earlier.

"I love you," he mumbled again, finding it harder to really talk when things were getting a little foggier for him. He shivered and tried to keep his hips still. "Oh god."

Isabelle snickered, but that, too, got muffled against his cock. This was her way of shutting him up, and it was working.

So, she got her hand further involved, working the shaft while her mouth stayed over the tip, enveloping it with warmth and wetness, getting her lips stinging a little bit with friction as she bobbed her mouth up and down over his cock.

Still found the time to glance up to see his face, though.

Flick bit down on his lip and moaned, unable to keep that in any longer. He moaned again.

"Izzy," he mumbled, still trying to talk even while he wanted to completely shut down, "I love you. Love you. Love you."

He was still trying to talk so she hadn't shut him all the way down.

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