Room 301, Monday Late Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Well, Alec had crutches but was otherwise fine. Clary and Jace were okay too. Hodge was... gone, without a curse to keep him at the Institute. Clary's uncle person was a werewolf who'd gathered his pack to fight Valentine, but he'd still escaped, taking the Mortal Cup with him. Clary's mother was in a coma, but at least she was in a hospital now.

And Jace and Clary were Valentine's children.

Considering all this was information Isabelle had gained in the last twenty four hours, was it any wonder she had chosen to bail New York a little early in anticipation of her classes, and come back to Fandom? She needed to process. Her parents wouldn't be back in New York for a little while yet, but Jace could take care of Alec. (So could Magnus, who'd hinted as much after he'd spent the night sitting by her brother's side.)

So she was here, and flopped over on her bed.

[ooc: Open door/post! Blah blah references to City of Bones which is just about done now. (Five more books to go. Sigh.)]

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[flickofthewrist]

"Baby, what's the matter?" he asked, almost in a whisper. He could feel her shaking her head and didn't know what was causing it. "What's wrong?"

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Isabelle pulled back to look at him, and put her hands on his cheeks. Her touch was gentle, even if it was meant to keep him looking at her. (As if he needed help with that. She just liked to make sure.)

"I care about you," she told him. "You know that, right? I care about you a lot."

[flickofthewrist]

He was looking at her. Steady and soft even when he blinked away water from the shower spray. He was looking.

"Yes, I know," he murmured quietly. "I know you care about me. Why are you checking? What's wrong?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Because I care about you more than I want to put into words," she said, words all tumbling out in a rush like otherwise she'd have second thoughts and wouldn't say them at all. "And I want to make sure you're at least aware of the part I can manage to say."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick smiled gently at her before he reached for one of the hands on his face. He brought it down to his heart and pressed her palm down before covering it with his own hand.

"I'm aware," he murmured, nodding very slightly. "You don't have to say it until you're ready. I'm not going anywhere, Isabelle. I'm giving my heart to you. So, I'm here."

He smiled again.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle wasn't smiling. Her eyes were wide and dark and maybe she looked a little like she was about to tear up. She wouldn't, though, because it took more for that to happen, but there was a definite vulnerability there.

Not that he got to see it very long since she leaned into kiss him.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick had seen the look for as long as he needed to know that he'd struck a chord. He didn't try and stop her when she kissed him and he responded in kind, returning her kiss easily.

[seveninchmotto]

Maybe that was enough, that he'd at least seen something to know he'd gotten to her. That was her I'm giving my heart to you because she just couldn't get there.

Her hand was still pressed against his chest, and she used that to push him towards the wall.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick moved backwards slowly since he didn't want to slip. When his back hit the wall, he adjusted his stance to make himself a little more sturdy and kept on kissing her as he did.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle appreciated both of those things, because she was trying to lean right against him now, kissing him. Not too harshly but not really idly either.

[flickofthewrist]

He held her against him with one arm and kept the other one over her hand on his chest. The warmth of her skin and the water and the slickness made everything seem so nice right now and so he kept it going right along with her.

[seveninchmotto]

It was nice, wasn't it? Isabelle was still dealing with some of her confusing and difficult feelings, but she was also trying to envelop those feelings in his body heat and the feel of his mouth under hers.

It was working.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick would have tried to help her with those feelings if he knew they were still there but he figured this was her way of dealing. This was how she wanted to deal so he just wrapped his arm tightly around her and kept kissing her.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle kept kissing him back.

Until she stopped. But that was only so she could duck her head to kiss his neck instead.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick tilted his head back and sighed, letting the hand he had on her back wander up to the back of her neck. He massaged the spot lightly and closed his eyes while she kissed his neck.

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Isabelle licked water off his neck. And then just licked his neck for the hell of it, letting her tongue trail up to his jaw.

Where she sighed against his skin because the massaging was good too.

[flickofthewrist]

"Love you, baby." He decided to say it at least once since she'd tried to get her feelings out and he wanted her to know his as well even if she already knew. Flick kept massaging her neck and nuzzled against his cheek against her.

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Isabelle went to trace the edge of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

That was easier than words. She could just react with easy actions.

[flickofthewrist]

"Just wanted you to know your feelings are mutual," he murmured, leaning towards her and sighing quietly. "That's all."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle bit on his ear. Just some light nibbling, really.

"I know, baby," she whispered.

[flickofthewrist]

"Good," he said, shivering at the biting. That felt good and he liked it. "Don't forget it when you leave and go back home. They'll always be there."

[seveninchmotto]

He'd shivered, and Isabelle had noticed. Therefore, it logically followed that Isabelle had to bite his ear again. And then maybe soothe it with a lick. No, definitely soothe it with a lick.

"Do you want to stay the night?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes, I'd like that," he murmured, shivering again at the biting and then the licking. "I wanna stay."

[seveninchmotto]

"In my bed?" Isabelle whispered, even though she knew she didn't have to sell the idea to him anymore. It was just for fun. Or to further ground her after her earlier burst of emotion. "With me wearing one of your shirts."

[flickofthewrist]

"Yeah, I want that," he reiterated, nodding. "You've got a selection of my shirts these days. Anyone of them will do. I just want you to relax and I'll hold you tonight."