Room 301, Monday Late Afternoon

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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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"I don't need you to watch out for me." But she'd take it anyway. Not needing it didn't mean she couldn't want it. She nuzzled his neck and added, more lightly, "But I do need you to be available for sexual favors in the morning."

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"I know you don't but let me watch out for you anyway," Flick asked. "In the safety of your room, just let me do something to help."

He just wanted to do something to help her.

"And I'm always available for sexual favors in the morning."

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"You just want to help, don't you?"

Her tone was flirting and light, but she was referring to the first thing just as much as to the second.

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"Yes."

He nodded.

"I can't face Greater Demons or take on Marks," he told her, rubbing his hands over some of those Marks on her arms, "but I can hold you and make sure you relax. I can tell you stories and stroke your hair till you fall asleep. I can make sure you go back home recharged."

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Isabelle finally pulled away from his ear and his neck, although she just ended up pressing her forehead to his. Butting heads but in the nicer way.

"I would like that."

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"Good."

He smiled and moved his forehead against hers, sighing as he did.

"Then, I'll do all that. And be available for sex tomorrow."

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"Probably later tonight, too," Isabelle mused, smiling a little bit. "A girl has needs."

[flickofthewrist]

"You'll get whatever you need," Flick promised her. "Sex, sleeping, cuddling, storytelling, massaging, whatever. I'll do what you need to recuperate."

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"I need it all," she declared, and gave him a little kiss. "Sex, cuddling, stories, massage, humming your favorite song, telling me how pretty I am. Everything. All of it."

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"Then, that'll be the plan for tonight and tomorrow morning," Flick told her. "I'll order Chinese -- "

Because that was their takeout of choice.

" -- and you can lounge in my shirt until you wanna get naked with me."

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"Oh, that sounds like a plan," Isabelle told him, nodding. A few times, even. Plus he got a couple of kisses. "It even sounds worth getting out of the shower for."

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"I agree," he said, smiling at her enthusiasm for the plan. "Let's do that. I'll send you back home feeling rested and fulfilled."

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Isabelle snickered as she reached out to turn the water off, and then moved to step out of the shower, reaching for some luxurious towels for them. (He knew how her pillows were. Her towels were about the same when it came to quality.)

"Rested, fulfilled, satisfied, and missing you already."

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Flick took the towel from her and dried his face off before he went about getting most of the water off his body. The towel then got wrapped around his hips.

"It'll just give you something to look forward to when you're able to get back here," Flick told her. "Incentive and all."

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Isabelle spent most of her drying effort on her hair. In fact, she was still doing that as she moved to nudge the door open to move back into the room proper.

She'd pick up her clothes at some later time.

"Okay," she said. "Better make it good incentive."

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"Will do," he told her, following her back into her room. He left his clothes in little piles on her floor too. "It'll be good."

He came up behind her and kissed her shoulder.

"Promise."

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That just meant she had to try and lean back into him, and kiss the side of his head.

"I'll accept that promise."

[flickofthewrist]

"Good."

He got an arm around her waist and kept her there against him.

"You're beautiful."

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That was all right, she hadn't really been going anywhere, anyway.

"I know, but thank you," she replied, smirking at him while she put her hand on his arm. "Very nice of you to notice."

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"You're welcome." He kissed her shoulder again. "The bruises okay? If we have sex, that's not gonna hurt anything, right?"

He wasn't going to apologize for being concerned. She'd done it with his hand.

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Isabelle snorted, but didn't object to his concern.

"Again, as long as you don't go directly poking at them, you should be fine," she said. "You had your arms around me and against them in the shower, and that was fine. So, it will be fine."

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"Just wanted to check," he told her, kissing her cheek and temple this time. "I'll be gentle. Promise. We'll do it slow."

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She tried to reach back and get his other arm around her too. A head start for all the holding he was supposed to do later.

"Slow and sweet?" she murmured. "Or slow and dirty?"

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Flick obliged and his other arm went around her easily, tightening around her and pulling her against him. He sighed.

"What would slow and dirty mean?" he wondered.

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"I don't know, but I would be very interested in finding out," Isabelle told him with a lazy smirk. "I think it'd be much like our slow and sweet stuff, just with dirtier things in the inevitable talking."