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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[flickofthewrist]

"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?"

[flickofthewrist]

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."

[flickofthewrist]

"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."

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

[flickofthewrist]

"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.

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"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.

[flickofthewrist]

"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."

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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."

[flickofthewrist]

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."

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Isabelle snickered and pulled away from him, although only to pull him along to the bed.

She figured they were about to have some great cuddles.

[flickofthewrist]

And Flick followed, smiling as he did. He could see some pretty great cuddles in the future too and he was looking forward to a night of that.

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So Isabelle kept pulling until she was on the bed and he was more or less on top of her.

Yes, it would be a good night.