seveninchmotto | Room 301, Monday Late Afternoon

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Room 301, Monday Late Afternoon

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 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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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."

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."

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."

"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."

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

"I'll accept that promise."

"Good."

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

"You're beautiful."

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."

"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.

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."

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

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?"

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.

"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."

"Ah." He snickered and nuzzled her cheek. "Maybe we'll have time for both. Slow and sweet and slow and dirty. There's a lot of hours between now and you leaving."

"But I need to rest too," she teased, rubbing his wrist with her fingertips. "I'm sure we'll still manage."

"We will," he told her, giving her a squeeze and another kiss on the temple. "Love you, baby."

He just liked having it out there to let her know, to let her take it back with her.

"Mm." She kissed him on the cheek in return. "So you do."

And she was doing her best to learn not to freak out over it.

"Yes, I do." He nodded and smiled at her. "I just want you to be able to take that back with you. Know that someone does and all."

Even though it had led to her sobbing at him about other guys the last time she'd left? He was a very brave man.

She gave him another little kiss. "Come to bed, lover."

Flick had bravery in spades. And he still wanted to send her back knowing she had someone waiting for her that care so there was that.

He smiled after the kiss and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."