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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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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.

And he was going to lose it here very soon. His body was getting tenser and tenser and his hips were squirming and lifting the slightest bit off the bed because he couldn't stop them.

"Oh god, just a little more," he moaned, eyes closed and hands clutching at her sheets. "Just a little more, baby. Come on, I love you, baby. Just a little more."

Stubborn as am mule.

Well, at least things had at some point taken a turn where she actually found his repeats of that potentially scary phrase pretty hot, under the circumstances. So, that was good.

But of course, she still wanted him to lose his words. So, yeah. She kept fucking him with her fingers, and she kept sucking on his cock, kept bobbing her head a little so he'd feel the movement, his cock moving in her mouth, getting deep. She was just devoting her entire ability to focus on this. Making every movement count for something. When she hummed, it happened when she thought he'd feel it most.

The aim was to overwhelm him.

"Fuck. Fu -- I can't -- "

He stopped talking right then and there, hips arching up when he couldn't take it anymore. He started coming with a shout and it was her name and two of those scary words and then just a long, long moan.

Hopefully she'd been ready for that since there was absolutely no way that he could have stopped it even if he'd tried.

Please, she'd been actively pushing him towards that moment. She was ready when it came.

And she made sure to keep up her actions while he was shouting her name and moaning and coming. That thing she'd said earlier about sucking him dry? She was pretty committed to making him feel like she had.

His hips stayed arched and he felt like he was coming for a long time but he eventually settled and fell slack against her bed. Flick felt like he'd absolutely been sucked dry and when he opened his eyes, he could barely see straight.

"God. I love you." Yep, still managed that even if his whole body was exhausted. It was gonna be hard to put on clothes and walk out of here.

Isabelle would have snorted at that, but she was otherwise occupied with pulling off him and out of him and swallowing and all that.

Once she'd done those things, she pressed a kiss on the spot she'd left her mark on his thigh, then got to her feet.

Flick was just going to lay there for a second, thank you. Lay there and breathe.

"Love you."

The tone was quieter and maybe it was that tone that she hated but loved all at once. Maybe that was just how he got when he was comfortable.

That damn tone. Ugh.

Isabelle got one knee on one side of his hips on the bed, then the other on the other side, and then planted her hands on either side of him to bend down and kiss him. Softly. Probably another 'punishment' for how he kept saying that.

Such a punishment.

So, he used the same tone and said it again when she was closer to him and after she'd kissed him.

"Love you."

He wasn't sorry.

So she kissed him again. And licked his lips. Probably got his own taste on them, too.

As if that would shut him up.

Flick did taste himself and that made smile.

"I love you."

Didn't shut him up, didn't change his tone.

Isabelle sighed and pressed her forehead against his.

"Clearly I should have chosen to ride your face instead."

That would have shut him up! For a moment, at least.

"Maybe next time," Flick murmured, smiling up at her. "Not sorry."

This was probably the closest proximity from which he'd ever seen her roll her eyes.

"You're lucky I'm almost out of time or I'd do it right now," she told him. "You're in the perfect position already and everything. And you're being uppity about not shutting up."

Flick snickered and tapped her lips with a finger.

"Love you."

She'd brought that on herself.

Isabelle wrinkled her nose and gave him a mock glare.

"Shut up," she said. "I mean it."

Well, he was quiet for a few seconds at least? And then he tapped her lips again.

"I love you."

"Right," said Isabelle, pushing herself up a little bit, one hand going down to her thigh to unsnap one stocking from her garterbelt. "That's it, mister. You asked for this."

"What are you doing?" he asked, laughing and picking his head up to watch her. "Love you and all but what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

Like she was freeing her stockings from the garter belt, mostly.

"Are you going to change your underwear before you leave?" Flick asked, still amused and still looking relaxed.

"No." She reached down and flicked him on the nose. "Guess again. Of course, if you're done being a jerk, the whole point becomes moot."

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