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!]

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[flickofthewrist]

"A lot," he said, stepping towards her with the tugging and smirking as he did. "I love it. I like the danger and the riskiness and the pleasurable pain."

[seveninchmotto]

"I bet it's a nice reminder of how much stronger I am than you," Isabelle smirked at him as she pulled him in, and moved to close the door again. "I bet that gets you hot."

[flickofthewrist]

"A lot of things about you get me hot," he told her, back to smirking at her again. "That is one of them, yes. I like that you're dominant."

[seveninchmotto]

"You like to submit." She gave him a nice little shove against the closed door. "Even if you also like to be an ass and do your best to resist, sometimes."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hit the door and laughed.

"A little resistance is good for you," Flick told her, nodding. "Makes you work harder."

[seveninchmotto]

"Makes you suffer more," Isabelle retorted. She pressed her hand flat against the center of his chest. "But you like that, too. You always like it at the end."

[flickofthewrist]

"I wouldn't let you do anything like that if I didn't like it," Flick agreed, licking his lips and glancing down. "I like it. I like the process and the end result."

[seveninchmotto]

"It's a good process." She was quite fond of it. She pressed her nails into his shirt. "Usually very satisfying all around."

[flickofthewrist]

"I agree," he sighed, keeping his eyes on her despite enjoying the feelings of her nails. "I trust you. You'll make it good."

[seveninchmotto]

"I always make it good." At least when she didn't get wrapped up in the wrong parts of the game. But she was smirking at him now. "I think I know what we're going to do now. It involves me being dominant, and you most likely begging me for something sooner or later."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm, gonna try and get me to beg?" He nodded even if he knew that was a tall order. "What are we going to do?"

[seveninchmotto]

"What makes you think you're entitled to know?" Isabelle asked him without missing a beat. "Oh, no. You can figure it out when it happens."

[flickofthewrist]

"All right," he chuckled, leaning back a little more comfortably against the door. "So, I'll just wait here, then?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Nope." Her fingers curled into his shirt, and he got yanked forward. That was what he got for relaxing. "You're moving."

[flickofthewrist]

"To where?" he asked, surging forward but managing to keep his feet. "Somewhere comfortable, I hope?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Nope."

She pulled him along across the room. Over to her floor-length mirror.

"But don't worry, baby, you'll still like it."

[flickofthewrist]

"I trust you," he said, following along obediently now. He didn't know how she was going to work this with her mirror but he couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle brought him to the mirror and made him stand there, facing it from about an arm's length. She slipped behind his back and peered at the mirror from over his shoulder.

"Any guesses as to what I'll be going for?"

[flickofthewrist]

"No clue," he admitted, glancing back at her. "I'm honestly not sure. I'm interested, though."

[seveninchmotto]

"I've actually talked about this before," she teased, smirking at him. "Disappointing that you can't remember."

No, it wasn't. It just made this all the more fun for her.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yeah, but you've talked about a lot of things before," he pointed out, still looking back at her. "So, what am I gonna be doing while I stand here?"

[seveninchmotto]

"First, you're going to be taking your clothes off," Isabelle told him.

And oh hey, she could help with that! She was alaready getting her hands on his shirt so she could pull it off.

[flickofthewrist]

"An expected first step," he said, holding his hands up so she could slide his shirt off before he tried for his shoes and pants. "What's gonna come after that?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle tsked at him as she yanked his shirt off. "Patience. You should try finding some."

After throwing his shirt aside, she kissed the back of his neck, before pulling away from him. Things to get.

[flickofthewrist]

"I have plenty of patience," he told her, reaching to toe off his shoes and socks. Pants were still on. "I just thought I'd ask."