Room 301, Monday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was having trouble focusing.

She didn't even have anything in particular that needed her undivided attention, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was annoying. She didn't like moods like this. What was the point of not being able to get lost in doing anything? Ugh. And she'd already been down at the gym training, too. And both her closets were as organized as they were going to get. And she didn't feel like shopping.

So, this was how you ended up pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was not a good look on her.

Maybe she needed to go for a run or something.

[ooc: Open post, open door!]

Comments

[flickofthewrist]

"Because you want to have sex?" he teased, glancing down at her fingers.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle nodded at him. "I suppose that's one reason, yes."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." His arms were still crossed and he was just smiling at her because he could. Maybe waiting to see what move she'd make, if anything.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle watched him for a moment with her head just barely tilted to the side.

"Unless of course you don't want to have sex," she said lightly. "In which case I'll have to reconsider how much cleverness I can overlook without sending you on your way for the rest of the day."

[flickofthewrist]

"So, it's sex or I'm probably gonna get dismissed?" he asked, matching her head tilt with one of his own. His smile had turned into more of a smirk now, contemplative and half amused.

[seveninchmotto]

"Possibly," she replied, to correct his word choice. "I'm sure a case could be made for you having worth in other ways."

He had a ton of worth to her in all kinds of ways. But she was twitchy and restless.

[flickofthewrist]

"Interesting." He was being an ass on purpose, pushing those twitchy, restless buttons of her just to see how much initiative and action she'd take.

Or if she'd just get mad at him.

[seveninchmotto]

Possibly both. She wasn't great at dealing with her buttons being pushed.

Her eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick continued smirking but he narrowed his eyes just like she had in an attempt to imitate. He said nothing as well.

[seveninchmotto]

Her hands grasped his shoulders a little tighter.

He'd brought that on himself.

[flickofthewrist]

He'd had worse than his shoulders being grasped. Didn't bother him too much so he just licked his lips and smirked wider at her. He wasn't smiling but the look in Flick's eyes was definitely amusement.

[seveninchmotto]

Of course it was, because he was an ass. And she liked that, even if she wasn't making it very obvious right now. Because there wasn't much affection in the way she manhandled him towards door by his shoulders.

Not to throw him out, but to get the door closed.

And then shove him against it.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hit the door with a muffled thump and now he actually snickered. It hadn't hurt him at all thus the continued pushing and punching of her buttons. He'd walk dangerously for awhile.

He continued not to say anything while he leaned against the door and watched her in bemusement.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle's hands were still gripping his shoulders, and she leaned in close, her face just a few inches away from his.

"Stop smirking at me."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick didn't stop smirking. He licked his lips again and when she got closer, his smirk widened.

"Nah." He shook his head.

[seveninchmotto]

"Stop."

Maybe a firmer voice would do it.

[flickofthewrist]

The smirk didn't go anywhere.

"No."

So obedient.

[seveninchmotto]

So very. Isabelle thumped his back against the door again. It wasn't particularly gentle, but it wouldn't actually hurt, either.

It was just a show of annoyance.

[flickofthewrist]

"Ooooh, intimidating," Flick said and chuckled after she'd pushed him against the door. He smirked at her. Again. She was annoyed and he was enjoying himself.

[seveninchmotto]

One of Isabelle's hands came off his shoulder and grabbed him by the chin and jaw instead. "You don't want to push me."

Never mind that she was totally letting him push her.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick's eyebrows went up slightly but his expression didn't diminish. In fact, he decided to really push her now.

He laughed. Full out. Because she was letting him push her and he'd gladly toe that line.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle glared at him. "Don't." Her grip was a little tighter for a second, too. But nothing that would leave a mark. And her nails were only digging into his shoulder through his shirt. "You should be more obedient."

[flickofthewrist]

"No, I shouldn't," he said and laughed again. Laughed at the glare and the words because she was letting him push those boundaries right now. "Obey you? No need. No desire either."

[seveninchmotto]

"So what do you desire, hmm?" she asked, raising her eyebrow while her eyes stayed narrowed. "Or what do you claim to."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh, I don't know," he said breezily, shrugging as best he could. "Something fun. Something more exciting. Someone more exciting?"

Toe, push, press.