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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[seveninchmotto]

"A lot." She leaned in and kissed his lips. Coincided nicely with the second finger pushing in. "Enough to want to screw you right here. I wouldn't do that with just anyone."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took a deep breath and relaxed some more, tongue coming out again to wet his lips after she'd kissed him.

"I doubt most anyone would let you to do this to them either," he breathed, smiling over at her. "Doubt most anyone you've been around with would be this adventurous."

[seveninchmotto]

"True," Isabelle agreed easily, smiling back at him. "So thank the Angel I have you. And you have me to push your boundaries."

[flickofthewrist]

"Thank the Angel I have you," he echoed quietly, "because I love you. I really love you."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle chuckled quietly and gave him another quick kiss. "It's not the time to say that, baby," she teased. "These aren't very romantic circumstances."

With all the fingering. Just to make her point, she pushed in a little deeper.

[flickofthewrist]

"It's always a good time to say that," Flick murmured, sighing quietly. "You always deserve to know. I want you to know and never forget."

[seveninchmotto]

"I don't think I can." He'd done a pretty good job there. He'd gotten through to her. "And I guess I can live with a little sweetness in my dirtiness."

Even if she curved her fingers while she said that.

[flickofthewrist]

"Fucking hell," Flick moaned, arching his back and pressing against her fingers. "Goddamn."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle's snicker sounded pretty delighted at his reaction. "You like that?"

That just meant she had to do it again on the next press in!

[flickofthewrist]

"You know I do," he told her, breathing out a little quicker and a little sharper. "I'm gonna need something to lean on at some point. It'll be hard to keep upright if you're gonna fuck me."

[seveninchmotto]

"The wall's right there, baby." She had not made sure the mirror was narrow enough for someone to comfortably plant their hands on either side of it against the wall when she'd bought it. It was just a happy accident.

She reached out for the lube, for reasons. "You'll have support."

[flickofthewrist]

"Wasn't sure I was allowed," he told her, reaching out to brace one hand against the wall now. "Thank you, ma'am."

[seveninchmotto]

"You're welcome."

She smirked down at her hands while she squeezed lube onto her fingers. While they were moving in and out. Seemed like an awfully convenient way to get it all over.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick didn't say anything else right for the moment. He leaned against his arm and breathed in, breathed out and bowed his head. His fingers curled against the wall and he was intimately aware of what her fingers were doing and how warm they were.

[seveninchmotto]

Warm and slick and pushing in and pulling out and curling. And she was watching what she could see of his face in the mirror, and smirking.

"Better do all the touching you can, right now," she murmured, teasing. "Once it's my toy instead of my fingers, it'll be hands off for you too."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're not gonna let me jerk myself?" he asked, actually stroking a little harder now that she'd said that. "Unfair."

[seveninchmotto]

"It's fair," Isabelle replied, trying to match some of the thrusts of her fingers to the movements of his hand. "Besides, I want to make you either come without touching, or beg me to let you jerk off. Or to let you screw me."

[flickofthewrist]

"If I come without touching, I'm not gonna be able to do any of the other two things," he reminded her, biting down on his lip and leaning forward a little further. "I'll be done."

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm okay with that," she told him, still smirking. "If that happens, I can be smug and gloat while I finish myself off."

[flickofthewrist]

"Be a pretty big accomplishment if you get me to come without me touching myself," Flick told her, laughing a little. "I'll be impressed."

[seveninchmotto]

"That's why it wasn't my only option," Isabelle pointed out. Three fingers? Three fingers. That felt right. She did it slowly, though. "It's a thing to strive for, but I'll be satisfied with other things too."

[flickofthewrist]

"Getting brave, aren't you?" Flick asked when he felt himself getting stretched. He had to really focus on breathing in, breathing out. "Jesus."

[seveninchmotto]

"Testing your boundaries." With some slow and pretty gentle moves. "I like seeing what you can take."

[flickofthewrist]

"I can take everything and anything," Flick said, glancing back at her. "Nothing you can do that I can't take, baby."

[seveninchmotto]

Oh, that just called for some quicker thrusts. Still nice and smooth, though. And with some more of that curving he'd liked so much.

"Really?"