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]

"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."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, it was a valiant effort," Isabelle teased from the vicinity of her bed. "But I won't be giving you any spoilers. You'll figure things out as they happen."

[flickofthewrist]

"What are you doing?" he asked, turning around and looking at her rooting around near her bed.

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm getting things," she replied, raising an eyebrow pointedly at him. "Did I tell you to look back?"

[flickofthewrist]

"No. But you didn't say I couldn't look back either," he pointed out, shrugging. "I was curious."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, I'm going to say it now: don't look back." She paused for a thought and tilted her head. "In fact, don't look at all. You should close your eyes, and keep them closed until I say otherwise."

[flickofthewrist]

"All right," Flick said agreeably. He turned back around and closed his eyes while he started to undo his pants so he could slide them down and kick them off his legs. His shorts were still on.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. She stripped off a few of her own items of clothing, and picked up some things before coming back over to him.

She leaned close and kissed his shoulder. "Keep going, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick sighed like he was oh so put upon but slid his shorts down and kicked them off into the pile of clothing nearby.

"Good?"