seveninchmotto: ([neu] Fear me.)
Isabelle Lightwood ([personal profile] seveninchmotto) wrote2014-07-29 04:04 pm
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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.

[ooc: Door and post open!]
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flickofthewrist: (demon called deception)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Unguarded.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2014-07-31 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
flickofthewrist: (sad but true)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Suuure you do that.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2014-07-31 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
flickofthewrist: (better than you)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
seveninchmotto: ([pos] Just happy to be here.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2014-07-31 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
flickofthewrist: (last caress)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
seveninchmotto: ([pos] Okay you win this time.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2014-07-31 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
flickofthewrist: (dearest forsaken)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Lost for words.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2014-07-31 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
flickofthewrist: (the memory remains)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Will not bend.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2014-07-31 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
flickofthewrist: (wall between two gardens)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
seveninchmotto: ([pos] Relaxed.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2014-07-31 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabelle padded over to give him a quick kiss. Or two. One on the cheek, one on the lips.

"You too."
flickofthewrist: (jason loves kentucky)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2014-07-31 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll be fine."

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