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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[flickofthewrist]

Flick did taste himself and that made smile.

"I love you."

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

[seveninchmotto]

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.

[flickofthewrist]

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

[seveninchmotto]

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."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick snickered and tapped her lips with a finger.

"Love you."

She'd brought that on herself.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle wrinkled her nose and gave him a mock glare.

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

[flickofthewrist]

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

"I love you."

[seveninchmotto]

"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."

[flickofthewrist]

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

[seveninchmotto]

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

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

[flickofthewrist]

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

[seveninchmotto]

"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."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm not being jerk. Just letting you know that I love you."

He smiled sweetly at her.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave him a withering look. It did not look very genuine. "You know those are the same thing."

And she was pushing her underwear down now that it wouldn't get caught in the garter things.

[flickofthewrist]

"If you didn't like it, you should probably make your expressions look more genuine."

Because he knew she wasn't meaning it right now.

"Love you, baby. You can take that home with you and remember it."

[seveninchmotto]

"And you can shut up."

Not her best retort, but she said it while she was flinging her underwear off the edge of the bed. That somehow made up for it.

[flickofthewrist]

"Why?"

He looked amused at the flinging of her underwear she'd just done but kept his snickering to himself.

"I think you like hearing it. I think you like knowing that someone loves you and means it and isn't doing it because you're blowing them or something like that."

[seveninchmotto]

"You were still doing it while I was blowing you," Isabelle pointed out while she crawled up his body. "Some of your declarations were directly related to that. Intimately related to that."

[flickofthewrist]

"But I also did it before you blew me," Flick reminded her. "And I'm doing it now."

He watched her crawl up his body and softened his tone, made it sincere and quiet and serious. "I love you."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shivered. He didn't see that, right? He didn't. She didn't stop moving until her knees were on either side of his head, and she was looking down at him.

"Last chance to shut up before I make you."

[flickofthewrist]

He did see that, yes. And he didn't smile but he'd be remembering it. With her in this intimate of a position though, he couldn't stop now.

"I love you," he murmured quietly, still sincere and firm and honest. "I am in love with you. I want to love you."

[seveninchmotto]

It was so much worse when he sounded all sincere. But she was stubborn, and she'd made this into a game of sorts. She wrinkled her nose again like she was displeased, but it wasn't very genuine this time, either.

"Shut up, baby." And so she was lowering her hips against his mouth. Pretty turned on, actually. They'd been doing sexual things for a while, going down on him had been hot and, well, there was some kind of confusing turn-on involved with him declaring his feelings over and over. "Put your mouth to better use."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick couldn't really help at that point. There was no way and really, he didn't want to when she was basically sitting on his face. He gave her a few licks but did manage to do one last stubborn thing before focusing all his attention on her.

He brought his hands up and made a heart with them. Yep. That happened and he meant that too. While that heart was up there in front of her, he licked her clit.

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh my God." That was for the hands. They drew a surprised laugh out of her. It was sweet and ridiculous and somehow she felt like she should've seen it coming. "You're such an idiot."

She took his hands and tried to lace her fingers with his.

[flickofthewrist]

That was exactly the kind of reaction he wanted to hear. He twined his fingers with hers and gave them a squeeze before he focused more on her.

He pushed his tongue up and against her, trying to thrust in deep before moving to lick at her clit for several long moments.