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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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"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.

Well, that was just a further challenge. Isabelle's free hand came up to press against his stomach and gave it a little nudge. She wanted him to lay back. For reasons.

Hopefully he'd figure out she wanted that even though the signal was coming in the middle of her stroking and sucking on him.

Flick got what she was going for after a second or two. He did settle down onto his back, eyes up on the ceiling now. His breathing was coming faster and harder.

"I love you," he mumbled like it was the only thing he could do right now to keep up his end of the challenge. "I do."

Isabelle eased her lips off him for just a moment, although her hand picked up the slack while they were gone.

"Tell me you love my mouth," she requested, before her mouth was on him again, intense as ever. She had something to add to the mix still, but she was holding off on it for just a moment still.

"I love your mouth," he said dutifully. "I fucking love your mouth."

He did. He really did. "God, I love your mouth."

That was much easier to deal with. Much easier. She almost wanted to pull off him to say something in return but no, she wasn't straying from what she was doing again. Not when her free hand was trailing down, over his balls with a gentle fondle before trailing even further down, to tease at his ass.

With her mouth still working on him – sucking, licking, the flat of her tongue then the tip – her fingertips rubbed over the entrance with gentle pressure. Just a little extra.

"Fuck. Motherfuck," Flick mumbled when he felt those fingers. He squirmed and was quiet for a second or two, just making sounds and shivering every once in awhile. "I love you."

He wasn't off that just yet, sorry Isabelle. You'd have to try harder to shut him up or distract him.

Would the fingers actually pushing in do the trick? That was what they were doing. She was slow about working them in, and gentle, but, yeah. He'd feel a little stretching, a little pressure. A little movement when she worked those fingers in and out of him. And with the way her hand was positioned, he would also feel the heel of her palm brushing against his balls with every movement.

And all the while, her other hand gripping the shaft of his cock with her mouth on the head. He'd wanted her to remember him while she was gone. She wanted the same.

It was certainly going to help, yes. He hissed sharply and let out a long string of swear words before he quieted down and his body adapted t her fingers.

"Love you, baby," he came out with, still not stopping with that just yet. His skin was tingling and his head was filling up with white noise and fog so it was becoming harder but he still had that tiniest bit of focus.

God, he was stubborn. But, so was she, so at least they were a matching set.

And she went deeper. Her fingers pushed a little deeper before pulling outwards, only to push back in deep again. And his cock slid deeper, the tip moving along the roof of her mouth as it did, her tongue dragging along the underside. Still making sure everything was intense.

She just wanted him to lose it.

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