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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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"Holding your hands," Isabelle sighed, giving his fingers a squeeze both for illustrative purposes, as well as a slightly involuntary show of appreciation for what his tongue was doing. She was still rocking her hips against it, too. "Games that lead to sexual favors." With him, obviously. "Your tongue."

He gave her hands an answering squeeze, encouraging her to keep going if she could. His tongue focused attention right on her clit, licking and sucking and rolling.

He sucked it on a little harder then traced his tongue around the entire sensitive area.

She could keep going. Her hips were getting a little more obvious about rolling against his mouth but she could keep going.

"And I love that you let me do this," she told him. Her voice was... smooth enough, though there were little sounds of pleasure at times now. "I love that you're getting me to come a third time. And that you're not scared, to introduce unexpected fingers or to –- to say what you feel."

She was maybe trying not to filter her thoughts here too much.

"I love that you'll be here when I get back."

Flick squeezed her hands harder, wondering if she'd keep going or not. He wasn't going to take his mouth away from her to ask for it, he was going to let her decide if she wanted to say more.

His mouth didn't stop what it was going at all. His tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, sucked it slightly and then he started fucking her with his tongue as best he could, thrust in, thrust out and swirl it around.

"Oh, God."

She was intending to keep going as best she could, but her focus was starting to falter a little more. Still, trying.

"I love that you took photos of me. I love that you'll look at them. That you'll think of me. That you'll get off to them, that you'll feel... happy, because of them." She licked her lips and swallowed, holding tightly to his hands. "Love that you won't flirt with anyone else when we're out together anymore. Love that I don't want to, either. When we go out together, I want to come back with you because, because the sex will be better and there'll be sleep."

She moaned a little and tried to gather her thoughts.

She was doing so well and Flick kept a tight hold of her hands, still licking and sucking. He laid the flat of his tongue against her clit and then went back to pushing and rolling his tongue into her and pulling it out. He wiggled his tongue against her clit, slid it back and forth and then went back to pushing in and pulling out with his tongue.

"And I love you doing that, oh God I love it." That all came out in a rush. "The tongue wiggle. I hate I can't take you home with me because I can't have this there. Or the cuddling."

She tilted her hips a little differently, and exhaled a moan. She could feel herself quiver against his tongue, just once, just a little. A tiny taste of what was to come.

"I love the cuddling."

Flick could tell she wasn't going to hold on much longer so he doubled his efforts, picked up speed and made sure every press, every lick and every thrust was firm and that she'd feel it all.

He gave her hands another squeeze and wondered if she'd be able to keep talking or if she'd give it up. He wasn't sure which one he'd bet on here because it could go either way.

Isabelle was still trying. Because she was stubborn, just like he had been. She could feel some trembling in her thighs, all tense, but she was still holding on and trying to form words. Even if some of them were more like moans.

"Oh, oh, keep doing that, keep doing that, I love that." And her statements were becoming far more like mantras now. "I love it. I love y–- I, I love your mouth. Baby, I love it. Suck on my clit, baby."

She was squeezing his hands pretty hard now.

Flick did as asked. He was still listening to her, still holding onto her hands and he went right up and sucked at her clit harshly. He'd heard that one aborted sentence and wondered about it but didn't stop. Didn't stop sucking or holding her hands.

He didn't know if she'd hold on further or let go now.

She let go, this time. No more words. She squeezed his hands and held them against her stomach as she tilted forward a little, back arching as her ability to hold off on coming came to an abrupt stop.

She'd used up her words so thoroughly that her moan didn't have any of them, either. Just pleasure. Release.

Flick felt her release on his tongue and his face, licking at her and tasting her and feeling her clutching his hands to her stomach.

He stayed where he was, naked and sated from his own orgasms, with her on his face and her words in his ears.

Isabelle also stayed where she was for a while, panting. Then she had the presence of mind to shift off him, even if it was only to flop onto her side on the bed, one of her legs over his chest.

"Okay," she sighed, "now I'm probably satisfied enough to go to New York."

Flick picked one of his arms up and slid his fingers over the leg she had on his chest.

"You sure?" Flick asked, looking over at her.

"Pretty sure," she told him with a lazy smirk. "And there are toys and things there to help me along shoul I find myself needing another release soon after all."

Flick kept rubbing her smooth skin for a few moments longer before speaking again.

"You better damn well think about me after this," he murmured. "I love you."

Couldn't shut him up entirely, it seemed. And he wanted to send her back with that in her head.

Oh, it was lodged in there so well that she was going to have to spend a whole week just trying to get it out of her head again. He could rest assured.

She reached out and patted him on the arm. "I'll think about you, and you'll think about me."

"I mean it," he told her quietly. "I love you."

He gave her leg a squeeze before he slowly sat up so he could start getting dressed to leave. If he lay there longer, he'd fall asleep.

Isabelle didn't answer. She gave him a little nudge with her foot as she drew her leg off him, then started to get up herself.

Being loved was a really strange thing.

Flick hadn't expected an answer. He knew she didn't love him so that was out of the question and he knew it was weird for her so he didn't really expect a conversation. He just smiled at her before he got up and reached for his shorts.

They got pulled on first before his pants and then he reached for his shirt.

Isabelle got to her feet to pick up her underwear off the floor so she could slide them back on. Clipped the garterbelt back on and everything.

Sure, she was pulling jeans on next, but it was nice to know she was wearing something hot underneath.

Flick tugged his shirt on and ran his fingers through his hair before glancing over at her.

"So." He paused. "Guess I should get going so I'm not late. Be safe in New York."

Isabelle padded over to give him a quick kiss. Or two. One on the cheek, one on the lips.

"You too."

"I'll be fine."

He smiled at her and touched a finger to her chin before he turned and left.

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